Thursday, August 31, 2006

 

Discernment

I was running around a lake near the hotel where I'm staying when I came up on a father and son running. The son was wearing his long gym shorts like I saw my dad wear his boxers as a kid-- right up under his chest! Watching that little fat Asian kid run left me laughing. I passed him and he speeded up--not wanting the fat white guy to pass him. He was grinning. He and his dad went right, I went straight, when all of sudden I was on this green moss over the sidewalk that was slick. My feet went flying out from under me. It was a perfect slide as if I was playing baseball! All these Vietnamese with black teeth and one tooth and no teeth were laughing so hard at me and when I looked up, they all stopped. When I grinned at them, they exploded with laughter. It made me see how much people respond to how you respond. How much do we really see? How much do people really let us in? If we don't see what's real, no solution works.

In Vietnam, and already crazy things are happening--the schedule changing--much of what I've come to expect over the years, so it's ok. I just need really good discernment to hear with my eyes, see with my ears, smell with my hands, taste with my nose, etc.… Discernment is everything. Facts are only part of the story. To get to the truth, often you have to experience other senses.

Had the craziest thing happen--met a guy here who came because he had read my book, knew I was coming and he wanted to meet me. He wants me to get a million of my Transformation books out there. He's a business guy and was telling me my book is for people like him--not preachers!

Jill - if you're reading this I saw you on the way back from my run. I have you on video when you were about 8 years old showing all the adults how to cross the street in front of the Daewoo. I stood at that corner after running and caught my breath. Thinking of you in your pants, your Aussie hat, and the proud smile you had telling them to do like you did--you're an awesome daughter, Jill. Study hard--this place needs us.

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