Missing From America Is The Reason To Be "Greater"

The last thing I'm gonna do is pick up a weather torn thick black family air loom and "B" thump your melon. I "will" ask though...about the availability of your true self. How much is left in the handout jar? That secret place that offers a feeling of being tucked away. Yet coworkers, family members, neighbors and people you meet while working instantly find reason to tap into the race. Hey I'm the silent watcher! A wolf dressed in human clothes! Do you honestly believe you're hiding from society the way you grip the steering wheel of the car after its been turned off. You pause to take in not one breath but several stolen whispers from a tree that willingly gave away its reasons for being. Your walk into the office or fast food joint has grown into a slip scuffle and slide. That thing in your chest hurts so bad that it's become an infection. All things sick have puss and ugly juice waiting to explode onto the engines designed to spin the tips of your imagination. You miss the moments when ideas instantly became the reality. You're constantly caught in conversations about what being "alive" used to be like. But lately it feels as if a disease has increased your need to find empty spaces to hide. I'm not out to embarrass you, put you on the spot or cut you down so far that a passing Praying Mantis has taken on the image of an NBA star. I just wanna know how much is left in the handout jar? You give to the kids. Purely out of guilt you give to the school and church. Wanda in cubical three with the pictures of six dogs and something that looks like a cat needs her daily affirmation from the unwritten chapters of your officiating. You give to the kind lady behind the grocery store counter who won't stop talking about how much life sucks. The 11:00 news invites the fear of crime you give out more in the way of offering comfort and security. You do realize I could write ten pages on the thickness of your handout jar. When will you know you've gone too far? You know the moment you stop accusations will fly like knives, "Where is your loyalty? Are you sick? Why don't you care like you used to?" Oh hell... get back to being the old you. If for no reason other than to feel accepted. You are the Preacher without the church. You are Super Man or Woman with no cape unless you wanna admit your granny panties serve the same purpose. It doesn't matter how you feel the very second the car engine is turned off in the parking lot. Your needs are selfish! Other's needing you exceeds the thickness of the imprint of who you used to be. Yep...your purpose in life is to mend the fences others have broken. That's who we are in this new age of America. The greatest accomplishments are no longer based on pay raises and promotions but how well you fit inside everyday commotion. Companies hire to fire. Family members conspire. Friends and coworkers with giant cups require more and more of your desire. Stop! Your handout jar is nearly empty! What happens when there's nothing? People run from religion. How many people do you know that has enough fuel in the bank to fight the darkness brought on by the challenges of life? Psychotherapy should be the new fad! But who can get away from work long enough to take care of that? What's keeping you from letting go of the old you? A snake sheds it skin! Trees lose their leaves! As Fall pops out in its brilliant display so should you. Winter isn't about death and destruction. It's a winning formula is reconstruction. Burn the plow! Open your eyes in the light of new opportunity and become better than good and great. Every man, woman and child was given the seeds that feed the fields that make up "Greater!" Admit that society has legally and without shame beat you to near nothingness. Become aware of how you openly react so quickly when conversations light fires that were once ignored or placed on shelves for private conversations in hidden away places. That's not you anymore! On the job training now includes the acceptance of bad behavior. Author Steven Furtick embraces change with an open palm affect of acceptance. His new book "Greater" is the teacher not the Preacher. "Greater" doesn't expose you. It inspires you to believe in your own ability to being better than just another day of getting by. Books of motivation are easily lost on Kindle's, Ipads and Nooks. Steven's selection of words remind me of the Greenway that leads through south Charlotte near Piper Glenn. Have you ever been there after a torrential down pour when the creek spills into the channels of flood stage. Within hours the path is back. Maybe that's what's missing from the lyrics you want to sing but end up whistling. A guarantee of there always being part of something "Greater." I will always believe in you first... arroe@arroe.net