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Because, he can’t. The story won’t allow it, and we all know how the story ends.

That is the answer, but what is the question?

“WHY doesn’t the villian just kill the hero, aka, the protagonist, and get it over with?”

Just because.

He can’t.

The story doesn’t go like that.

I was watching (again) the first movie in the Iron Man series yesterday with my extended family. As the great deceiver in this story, the good guy turned bad character played by Jeff Bridges, appears to rip the heart out of hero Tony Stark, I was silently asking myself why the villain didn’t just kill him and get it over with.

Just because.

He can’t.

The Author of the story didn’t write it that way.

It may sound simple.

It may sound naive.

Watching the story play out like it often does causes us to feel anxiety, and even pain. But we know the good Guy wins in the end.

It is classic and timeless story telling. I would almost suggest it is imbedded in our DNA, which has been decaying since shortly after the dawn of time. And yet, it remains, and it holds true.

Don’t get me wrong. Watching chapters in the great story, which are lives merely appear to be, is not clean. It is not easy. It certainly is not without pain. Watching the tornados of last week is a case in point.

One only need to read Revelation chapters 12 and 13 to experience that yet again.

And yet, the aftermath of each conflict brings the good guys one step closer to victory.

Revelation.14:12-13: “This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.13 Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.”“Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”

Amen. Lord, come quickly, Hallelujah. In the meantime, we will hold on, staying true to our parts in the story.
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Survey says…

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Countless people surveyed: top six answers are on the board.

Name a pair of opposites capable of possessing your soul:

Buzz….

1) Prince/pride
2) gain/loss
3) boast/sacrifice
4) sorrow/love
5) thorns/crown
6) demands/my all

As we sang Isaac Watts’ well known tune yesterday morning, I could not help but think back to the old show Family Feud, and how big questions fill our mind.

We don’t sing this song very much, at least where I live and worship. After this experience with it, I hope we can see and sing it more:

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

That’s quite a survey. Life can be quite a feud. Keep you hands ready. Big questions never stop coming. Good thing you’ve got your family in the wings, standing ready.

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Little Frau’s words rang loud and clear: “Wow, they mentioned Chesterton in your class. You know Chesterton, don’t you?”

“Yeh, Chesterton, of course”, I replied. “The town in Indiana?”

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“A bad hybrid cigarette derived from a blend of one touted by Ronald Reagan and an anonymous blond model from the 50’s.?”

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“An oddball Casanova of silent picture fame?” . “No, that would be you” might have been her reply.

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I’ve never claimed to be an extremely well read individual. I am, after all, a bean counter. I do, however, have my literary preferences. Dilbert. The sports page. The Wall Street Journal. Robert Ludlum. Stephen Ambrose. Bob Woodward. Donald Miller. “I could go on, forever, baby”. And, of course, The Bible would make that list.

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But, strangely enough, Chesterton has not, to date. So, when Little Frau hollered “Donald Miller is quoting Chesterton on Facebook” earlier today, it naturally got my attention.

So, who is this Chesterton character, you might ask. I know I did. Let’s take a look:

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Christian Apologetics“: sounds deep, if not interesting. But, I’m crushed to learn that he was known as the “Prince of Paradox“. Lo, these many months, I’d come to think that was me. How will I ever adjust?

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Don’t laugh. After all, he is my doppelgänger.

What exactly is a doppelgänger, you may ask?

Well, according to Wikipedia, In fiction and folklore, a doppelgänger (German “double walker”) is a paranormal double of a living person, typically representing evil or misfortune. In modern vernacular it is simply any double or look-alike of a person. It also describes the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. Doppelgängers often are perceived as a sinister form of bilocation and are regarded by some to be harbingers of bad luck.

You see, Sam and I both live in OKC. We both wear glasses, and hair gel. Don’t forget the hair gel. Sam was a Rhodes scholar. OK, maybe I slept thru my interview for that. OK, maybe I went to college. At least I know what a Rhodes scholar is, and I didn’t even have to use Wikipedia. I heard about it on a CBS sports broadcast…

And, Sam, if you sign James, you and I will both work for non profit organizations.

Now that we have that squared away, let’s get down to talking basketball. Sign James Harden, Sam, and sign him quickly. You see, talent like that doesn’t grow on trees, and as evidenced by the picture above, I know a thing or two about basketball. And talent. I might know a thing or two about talent. Not together, necessarily. OK, I might know a thing or two, like the the meaning of doppelgänger, or how to access Wikipedia. Not together, necessarily, but I digress.

But, what about the salary cap and luxury tax, oh doppel double, Sam might say. Well, I think I have that figured out. Take a look at the following spread from the sports page. You know what a spreadsheet is, don’t you, Sam? Of course you do: you wear hair gel.

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Maynor is gone after this year, so play him hard, let Reggie Jackson learn a game other than baseball, and use him next year in place of Eric. Let Lazar move on. And, as much as I may like the kid, you’ve got to trade Cole. It’s just not gonna work out between you guys and the people he needs to play defense against. Come on, Sam, you know I’m right on this one. Draft a couple of rookies to groom and practice against, and you’ve got your 12 man roster. Hey, if the Miami Heat can do it, so can you.

Do all of that, pay James what you’re paying Serge, and I just bet you can stay under the projected 2012-2014 luxury tax level of $74 million. Clay and the boys may not make any money, but we both know you can burn cash and still have a winning team. Non profit, remember?

So, step out there Sam. Get it done. The home team is counting on you.

Trust me. I’m your doppelgänger. Or, maybe you’re mine…..

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If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’ld been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn’t been…

If it hadn’t been…
If it hadn’t been…

He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so hansome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun

If it hadn’t been…
If it hadn’t been…

Truth be told, it has been a while. It is almost as if new blog posts vanished into the thin air, one might say. But, I’m still here. There has been plenty to do.

No, I have not taken up dancing. My two left feet have been about other things. But, school has started. A busy Fall season is upon us. Who knows what may happen next.

Stay tuned…

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I had recently heard about it, but was young in my knowledge.

Another had told me of it, and what a great experience it would be.

I knew it existed. I’d read about it in the book. But, I’d never actually seen it.

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It is always difficult just starting out. The trail is steep. The load is heavy. You wonder if you made the right decision. They warned you in advance not to try this alone. With the help of others, and with your goal in mind, you press on.

There are dangers along the way. You read about those, as well, but it is not until your first direct, face to face, encounter with something larger and more powerful than you that your adrenaline begins to kick in.

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The path is long. The air is thin. You have a perpetual thirst longing to be quenched. You keep going. The ground gets rocky, and the ridge is high. To fall from here would be disastrous. There are boulders in your path.

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You reach a high point. Is this it? It doesn’t seem to resemble all that it was promised to be. Your predetermined hour, where there is no turning back and you must be finished, is rapidly approaching. Will we achieve the goal, or should we give up here and simply enjoy where we are for a time? You suggest stopping. Your cohort pulls you forward. The summit is there. You can’t see it, but you have to believe and keep moving up.

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So, am I speaking of yesterday morning’s climb, or of enduring as a Christian? Yes. Never one to waste a good analogy, I was moved by the experience of reaching the summit with my son. We had set the hour where we had to turn back as 9:00 AM. With diligence and his prodding, we reached the Peak at 8:57.

What’s in a name? In this case, it was well chosen, indeed : Deception Peak. Because of the trees, you can’t see it until you are almost there. There are false summits, two or three, and they don’t live up to the promised majestic views, but you wonder if you have made a wrong turn and if you will ever arrive in time. But, the view from the top is worth it all. Trust me.

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Philippians 3:13-15: Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. All of us who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you.

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I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Till the landslide brought me down

As mentioned yesterday, we had an adventure, and a story yet to tell. That will come, in time, but as #1 son and I hoofed our way home yesterday, a flood of tunes library memories were conjured up as the music kept me alert and winging our way back home. Mark Shultz reminded me of the Sherpa. Fleetwood Mac, courtesy of Stevie Nicks’ songwriting, reminded me of our mountain trek team.

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too

The Sherpa told us on the mountaintop Wednesday how nothing can live up that high. Jesus went to the mountaintop to be close to God, but came back down to minister and to serve.

As I have been home today and dealing with the return to daily life, a landslide of sorts is in motion. I suspect my younger trek companions are feeling the same as they awoke in their own beds earlier today. Laundry, cleaning out the car, or maybe mowing the lawn was in order? Or, was there even more? A loved one’s illness? News of a family in trouble? Knowing that you go into an office full of week old tasks come Monday?

As a child, camp was always an emotional time: good emotional. Coming down off that high was always tough. This week’s mountain experience has been much the same. As an adult, coming down from the Rocky Mountain high is bittersweet, but not all that hard. I’ve been down this road before, and there are potential rewards around every turn, even at 1,000 feet above sea level.

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I, I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too
I’m getting older too

So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down

And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down
Oh oh, the landslide will bring it down

Landslides can be good. Emotional landslides can bring us back to a level where the air is richer and the living is fuller. Take heart. Mountaintops are going nowhere fast. You will ascend once again. God promises just that. John 14:1-3: “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.

So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around….

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