When I was younger I didn't really know what methodism is
Now as my little sister tells me I am old I have learned how the
church described itself
But I was lucky enough to have my family first show me what it is
If I could sum up Granny in a few words I would just say if
everybody in the world could find happiness the way she did there
wouldn't be any problems
The end was tough for her, but that was just because there are so many
unhappy people in the world
I remember spending time with her and grandpa and mom and dad 5 or 6
times we spent at different church members houses in bible study
You see one of the great things about methodism is debate is allowed.
She and Grandpa were there the 3 or 4 times at the administrative
board meetings that I got to be the youth representative
There are no few words for my Granny. I see that is very difficult to
understand what I am saying.
As I child I thought methodism was about a having a method. Being
organized, debating the fine detail.
To never hope for one specific thing, but to always be ready for anything.
I remember the way her poached eggs looked on toast when she somehow
cut it into 9 perfect squares. It was a long time in my life before I
saw something as beautiful.
Sometimes it seems like there aren't as many beautiful things anymore,
but today all I can feel is that life is beautiful and if everyone saw
things that way we wouldn't have any problems and the kingdom would
come.
In many ways I think there's more understanding between people
separated by a generation. We saw many things in similar ways.
I think it was the distance in our years that brought us so close as
the years have past.
She complained to me often about her life in the end, I just told her
I hoped to find half the happiness that she did in hers.
She has been planning this funeral since I was 2 years old. I am 36
years old today. She always told me she would die young like her
mother as long as I can remember.
It has been 34 years I will treasure every second of, and content to
have proved her wrong
I would just add for her a big thank you to those people here today
who were with us in those 8 or 10 meetings
I know more than one of you are here
and a few who probably had problems getting here
and a few that she has joined
I look forward to sharing the next 34 years hopefully with many of you
here today.
few words to describe Ellen Morgans Life : Jesus doing handsprings
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
National ACME
There has been some big news lately about billionaires donating money to charity. This must be a good thing. People who can have a real impact on the future of the world bringing their piles of money to bear on pressing problems. I mean really who is going to fight Malaria if not the Gates.
Saw a cover of fortune magazine recently about Bill convincing others to give away their money. Leads me down winding pathways in my mind. Wasn't Mr Gates sued not so long ago for his business practices. Well I guess they settled. Seems what we call wealthy people always settle. I know how he got his money. IBM was a bit slow as large corporation tend to be and we celebrated the Gates foundation fighting for those so less fortunate. Such a nice story no need to think of where the money came from; that was all settled.
But it leads me to think of another Bill, my grandfather Bill Morgan.
Leads me to think of Road Runner. Leads me to think of that coyote chasing that road runner. You remember if your my age and probably seen if your younger those cartoons. All those packages from ACME. See back then when they made those cartoons there was another company more important than Microsoft has been the better part of my life. National ACME was the miracle workers of those days and they were based right here in Cleveland.
Those packages came from them because it resonated that same way that the sound of WALL-E rebooting did a few years ago. Back in those cartoons there wasn't much reality. When we run off a cliff it doesn't really matter if we notice; we fall anyways. But everything has some reality involved. And in those cartoons there was just a touch of reality in the name stamped on all those packages.
Coyote called in his order; it was to the experimental department at ACME if you ever saw the cartoon you will agree. Who would answer the phone when he called in those crazy contraptions? It was my grandfather he would talk to and the miracle workers at National ACME. Extending the reality more than it perhaps deserves; there was only one mistake coyote made: he should have just told him he wanted to catch a roadrunner. But he never did.
He called and asked for the rocket propelled skates and they were dutifully delivered. Most people know the rest; it never worked to catch a roadrunner. But they always worked as designed.
This Bill had his greatest impact in turning compressed air into functional work. There hasn't been a factory on the planet in the last fifty years not impacted by his work. He never donated billions, because to him it was just his work function. He took his pension and twenty years spent his golden years in the bosom of his family and his church.
Today as China moves ahead they take basic technology discover by this one man who went to work and did his job. Some people make and some people take. My family has great riches so vast as to be uncountable. That is not to hold anything against Mr Gates, his have been well counted and acclaimed.
Do you know the sounds of the modern era? Our modern machine made era. Without compressed air there would be no Microsoft. If there were no would we be left undone. Some may say that the case, but there was PC Dos, Mac, Linux so many as to be uncountable in reality. But they won by winning and so it is.
Sometime History and the world bring everything to your door step. Sometimes you have a chance to take the world by the horns. Sometimes you have billions to fight Malaria in Africa. And so it is and so it is good.
Sometime History and the world bring everything to your door step. Sometimes you simply make the world a better place and move on. Not because your better, but because you value thing differently. You don't need to crush the competition to do good. You just go home at the end of the day and do good.
It takes all kinds I am sure, but some are more replaceable then others. I see these billionaires smiling as they swim through my history. I smile because they are only people and it is only money. I value things differently; that is my wealth.
Is Warren Buffet really the smartest man alive; if he failed tomorrow you wouldn't think so. Yet we are at a point were most believe this to be true. Whatever he does is perceived to be ahead of others. Why is this? Because that is what is perceived.
At the end of the day we need to count and be counted for our own reasons. The world doesn't need saving we do. There is only one truth and no man has a patent on it. What does any man need a billion dollar for? It not a question; they don't need it.
You say they create wealth, OK but don't they stifle something? Doesn't really matter because there is only one truth. Can you hear the air compressors across this planet? Shh, bshht, drshh, gooosh. What you gonna replace them with? I'm sure they'll figure something out and it will probably be created by a man like Bill Morgan.
You hear the sound your computer makes when it shuts down? Does it really matter. If there were no Bill Gates would we not have computers? If there where no air compressors there would be no China or Walmart. There is good and bad in all. It is other good impacts of one life that will never be able to number as those dollars they try to keep such good track of.
My grandfather never made a billion anything, but positive impacts in the world around him. Yea he was on the cover of magazines too. National ACME in the end was to slow to remain the miracle workers they once certainly were. It is a great lose, but we have not seen the end of their impact.
Maybe those billionaires will take lesson from a simple life that has lead to a certain crisis. What will the value of those dollars be? Never even close to the value of my Grandfather, but we have riches stored up through generations. We are not exceptional people only have we been so. The world is shared and the secret is out.
I applaud your effort Mr Gates and Buffet, but just question the sustainability of a world that gives you so many dollars. The glass is foggy, but certain things are clear.
Saw a cover of fortune magazine recently about Bill convincing others to give away their money. Leads me down winding pathways in my mind. Wasn't Mr Gates sued not so long ago for his business practices. Well I guess they settled. Seems what we call wealthy people always settle. I know how he got his money. IBM was a bit slow as large corporation tend to be and we celebrated the Gates foundation fighting for those so less fortunate. Such a nice story no need to think of where the money came from; that was all settled.
But it leads me to think of another Bill, my grandfather Bill Morgan.
Leads me to think of Road Runner. Leads me to think of that coyote chasing that road runner. You remember if your my age and probably seen if your younger those cartoons. All those packages from ACME. See back then when they made those cartoons there was another company more important than Microsoft has been the better part of my life. National ACME was the miracle workers of those days and they were based right here in Cleveland.
Those packages came from them because it resonated that same way that the sound of WALL-E rebooting did a few years ago. Back in those cartoons there wasn't much reality. When we run off a cliff it doesn't really matter if we notice; we fall anyways. But everything has some reality involved. And in those cartoons there was just a touch of reality in the name stamped on all those packages.
Coyote called in his order; it was to the experimental department at ACME if you ever saw the cartoon you will agree. Who would answer the phone when he called in those crazy contraptions? It was my grandfather he would talk to and the miracle workers at National ACME. Extending the reality more than it perhaps deserves; there was only one mistake coyote made: he should have just told him he wanted to catch a roadrunner. But he never did.
He called and asked for the rocket propelled skates and they were dutifully delivered. Most people know the rest; it never worked to catch a roadrunner. But they always worked as designed.
This Bill had his greatest impact in turning compressed air into functional work. There hasn't been a factory on the planet in the last fifty years not impacted by his work. He never donated billions, because to him it was just his work function. He took his pension and twenty years spent his golden years in the bosom of his family and his church.
Today as China moves ahead they take basic technology discover by this one man who went to work and did his job. Some people make and some people take. My family has great riches so vast as to be uncountable. That is not to hold anything against Mr Gates, his have been well counted and acclaimed.
Do you know the sounds of the modern era? Our modern machine made era. Without compressed air there would be no Microsoft. If there were no would we be left undone. Some may say that the case, but there was PC Dos, Mac, Linux so many as to be uncountable in reality. But they won by winning and so it is.
Sometime History and the world bring everything to your door step. Sometimes you have a chance to take the world by the horns. Sometimes you have billions to fight Malaria in Africa. And so it is and so it is good.
Sometime History and the world bring everything to your door step. Sometimes you simply make the world a better place and move on. Not because your better, but because you value thing differently. You don't need to crush the competition to do good. You just go home at the end of the day and do good.
It takes all kinds I am sure, but some are more replaceable then others. I see these billionaires smiling as they swim through my history. I smile because they are only people and it is only money. I value things differently; that is my wealth.
Is Warren Buffet really the smartest man alive; if he failed tomorrow you wouldn't think so. Yet we are at a point were most believe this to be true. Whatever he does is perceived to be ahead of others. Why is this? Because that is what is perceived.
At the end of the day we need to count and be counted for our own reasons. The world doesn't need saving we do. There is only one truth and no man has a patent on it. What does any man need a billion dollar for? It not a question; they don't need it.
You say they create wealth, OK but don't they stifle something? Doesn't really matter because there is only one truth. Can you hear the air compressors across this planet? Shh, bshht, drshh, gooosh. What you gonna replace them with? I'm sure they'll figure something out and it will probably be created by a man like Bill Morgan.
You hear the sound your computer makes when it shuts down? Does it really matter. If there were no Bill Gates would we not have computers? If there where no air compressors there would be no China or Walmart. There is good and bad in all. It is other good impacts of one life that will never be able to number as those dollars they try to keep such good track of.
My grandfather never made a billion anything, but positive impacts in the world around him. Yea he was on the cover of magazines too. National ACME in the end was to slow to remain the miracle workers they once certainly were. It is a great lose, but we have not seen the end of their impact.
Maybe those billionaires will take lesson from a simple life that has lead to a certain crisis. What will the value of those dollars be? Never even close to the value of my Grandfather, but we have riches stored up through generations. We are not exceptional people only have we been so. The world is shared and the secret is out.
I applaud your effort Mr Gates and Buffet, but just question the sustainability of a world that gives you so many dollars. The glass is foggy, but certain things are clear.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Did you ever live an entire lifetime in a day?
Never enough and always too much these days we remember. Marked by Chilean Miners. One day I will have told the story of today to 100 friends.
Twenty years from know I will watch the movie of their triumph. There will be other stories then. Sometime poetry is too vague. Sometimes you just say my life come in circles and brings here blessings.
As if before a new long road at my feet. No; a new road at my feet I see not far. Clearly defined bridges burned. Sometimes things are out of your control. With logic everything is out of control. We are not responsible for our own birth. We are not responsible for our life. What use then Logic? You are not responsible for your birth,
It is a dead end and needs a new road before its door. Three minutes to midnight. Not yet a day. There is this old columned house where ghosts of the future reside. Only they are not ghosts they are us. It's a party.
There are these extra dimensions logic doesn't know about. They just can't be described because we haven't the words. Love. Integrity. Justice. Peace. War. Hunger. Sleep. These are some of the closest we have.
It's us against them. Forward the struggle. You don't see therefore you know you don't see. No; you believe there is nothing there logically.
It is a dead end the hyena chases me no more today. These truly old hormonal emotional non-logical systems.
I see therefore I am. Something from nothing to be sure.
Just what is it you call that?
We see what we want closer to us. We are our own limit. That is not a line of prose. We see what we want closer. Makes us more likely to get it and more likely to reproduce. We are all omnibus of our germ cells. They are truly hardy and venerable. We create our own sacred places. We are all strong Chilean Miners. We are all capable of great evil.
Maybe the question isn't why there is so much evil. Maybe it isn't even why logic leads us to dead ends. Then the question: why isn't there more evil?
We all know one thing logic hasn't a clue: evil never wins.
We're not all special. We told you generation X. These germs cells of ours have not a question, but the logic of life. Those extra dimensions we only dream of are utilitarian things all around us.
Your house plant knows more about quantum physics than any man alive.
Perhaps there is a future one of us. Perhaps this won't always be the case.
How far does this omnibus go? Further now for sure. But a pause at this station to note the day pass. All these worlds we find will never be enough. For those venerable 10,000 the logic for them was you and yes for this day. And 10,000 books would not tell the story of today.
Stay tuned
Twenty years from know I will watch the movie of their triumph. There will be other stories then. Sometime poetry is too vague. Sometimes you just say my life come in circles and brings here blessings.
As if before a new long road at my feet. No; a new road at my feet I see not far. Clearly defined bridges burned. Sometimes things are out of your control. With logic everything is out of control. We are not responsible for our own birth. We are not responsible for our life. What use then Logic? You are not responsible for your birth,
It is a dead end and needs a new road before its door. Three minutes to midnight. Not yet a day. There is this old columned house where ghosts of the future reside. Only they are not ghosts they are us. It's a party.
There are these extra dimensions logic doesn't know about. They just can't be described because we haven't the words. Love. Integrity. Justice. Peace. War. Hunger. Sleep. These are some of the closest we have.
It's us against them. Forward the struggle. You don't see therefore you know you don't see. No; you believe there is nothing there logically.
It is a dead end the hyena chases me no more today. These truly old hormonal emotional non-logical systems.
I see therefore I am. Something from nothing to be sure.
Just what is it you call that?
We see what we want closer to us. We are our own limit. That is not a line of prose. We see what we want closer. Makes us more likely to get it and more likely to reproduce. We are all omnibus of our germ cells. They are truly hardy and venerable. We create our own sacred places. We are all strong Chilean Miners. We are all capable of great evil.
Maybe the question isn't why there is so much evil. Maybe it isn't even why logic leads us to dead ends. Then the question: why isn't there more evil?
We all know one thing logic hasn't a clue: evil never wins.
We're not all special. We told you generation X. These germs cells of ours have not a question, but the logic of life. Those extra dimensions we only dream of are utilitarian things all around us.
Your house plant knows more about quantum physics than any man alive.
Perhaps there is a future one of us. Perhaps this won't always be the case.
How far does this omnibus go? Further now for sure. But a pause at this station to note the day pass. All these worlds we find will never be enough. For those venerable 10,000 the logic for them was you and yes for this day. And 10,000 books would not tell the story of today.
Stay tuned
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Red Blossom Sound
Transcend nothingness eternity each day
what did you say was the right way
she smiled as she walked the entire stay
It was her tears that made this great bay
Did you ever hear the story of her majesty?
The names of the dates and deeds leather bound
Excluding a billion that were left around
One sad eclipsing story of this sound
Red blossom sound was all that I found
Her majesty loved the colors of this great bay
Transcend nothingness eternity each day
What did you say was the right pay
She smiled as she forgot the entire stay
It was her tears that no one could say
We all have heard the story of her majesty
The names of dates and deeds leather bound
Red blossom sound was all that's around
what did you say was the right way
she smiled as she walked the entire stay
It was her tears that made this great bay
Did you ever hear the story of her majesty?
The names of the dates and deeds leather bound
Excluding a billion that were left around
One sad eclipsing story of this sound
Red blossom sound was all that I found
Her majesty loved the colors of this great bay
Transcend nothingness eternity each day
What did you say was the right pay
She smiled as she forgot the entire stay
It was her tears that no one could say
We all have heard the story of her majesty
The names of dates and deeds leather bound
Red blossom sound was all that's around
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