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Monthly Archives: December 2007

Today, we (me along with my colleagues at work) had our annual Christmas lunch.  We exchanged gifts.  Then around the table were small groups huddled talking about this or that.  One guy (an ex-policeman) in my little group of 3 was talking about the many times he was propositioned by females when he was still an officer.  He told of another instance where one of his colleagues – an African American – came to the office befuddled.  My colleague asked his police friend, what is the matter?  The African American recounted this story.  He had pulled over an Asian woman for speeding.  And the Asian woman said something like this, “I have never slept with an African American man; take me home now and sleep with me.”  Those colleagues who overheard our conservations says it boils down to the ‘uniform.’  The uniform speaks of authority and power and ladies are apparently attracted to the ‘uniform.’  My colleague (the ex-police officer) told story after story where he was solicited by viritual strangers to have sex.  What’s going here?

My wife and I went to a Nutcracker ballet (I guess this is what one calls such things; I have been deprived of such things.).  Nonetheless, the ballet was beautifully and masterfully done – the costumes, the set, the dancers, etc.  We went to see a friend’s daughter; she is tall African American young lady (high school age) and is so graceful gliding across the stage.  She recently went to New York, competed, and won awards.  We are proud to know and support her. I am convinced that she was made for ballet.  I am so amazed; amazed that these ladies don’t break their toes when they put their full body weight on these 10 little body members.  (I have been told; ladies do break their toes on occasion…ouch!) Yet, as they did their ballet/dance routines, there was no grimacing and but rather beautiful smiles.  Amazing and Bravo!

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I often find myself ‘substituting’ for the regular teacher/professor.  I remember how we (my classmates and I) treated substitute teachers in elementary, midde and high school; not very nice.  Often substitutes don’t get the respect that the regular teacher gets; often substitutes don’t get the same level of engagement that the regular teacher receives.  One thing is sure; a substitute must be quite confident that his or her worth/identity is not linked to how a class of virtual strangers responds or not responds.

Hanging on my doctor’s office wall is his diploma from Washington University.  It says something like, ‘John Doe’ is hereby authorized to practice medicine.  My doctor is almost 70 years old so he has been ‘practicing’ medicine for awhile.  There is something re-assuring about a doctor that is a seasoned practitioner.  He is thorough and asks a lot of questions.  He is not interested in getting you in and out in a jiffy.

Today, I went back to my old ‘stomping grounds’, Covenant Theological Seminary, for a baby shower for a dear friend (I am glad we did not play any games).  The reception I received from former co-workers made me feel like a ‘rock star.’  I do miss the people there something terrible (maybe I should get some counseling).  Nonetheless, I bumped into a dear friend who told me that she was getting married in a few weeks.  Needless to say, I was happy for her and I also commended her.  I met her fiancee.  He is a teacher and is slightly balding.  So, what did I commend her about?  Now, she is an attractive young lady.  I commended her for this: many young ladies go after the guy who has a full head of hair, well built, etc.  (You know what I mean because our culture is relentless in convincing us of this message.  Just look at all the ‘beautiful people’ who get married in Hollywood.  )  I commended her because she did not fall for these trappings; rather, she fell for someone with character.  I told her, “Your husband’s and your character will get you through the ups and downs of marriage; not attractiveness.”  Unfortunately, too many people learn this lesson the hard way!