tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12454300063511901302024-02-19T05:03:07.408-06:00I am where I amThoughts, Views and Occasional WanderingsMatt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-48178205664660761812020-07-24T01:19:00.001-05:002020-07-24T01:19:16.640-05:00https://youtu.be/hdAyVTL3NSsMatt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-8809337942256224392020-07-24T01:13:00.001-05:002020-07-24T01:13:37.526-05:00https://www.facebook.com/MattGressFanPage/Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-10484375137948057322016-05-23T21:33:00.001-05:002016-05-24T20:44:16.127-05:00Leaving 2.0<div dir="ltr">
Leaving. One simple word. So many meanings, reactions, feelings, and consequences. It offers a unique perspective, as you are able to look back at what has been and imagine what may be ahead. It is a watermark, a shift.</div>
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It's a word full of joy, loss, anticipation and choice.</div>
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Our first leaving, like our last, is beyond our control. We are thrust from safe darkness into a chaotic, scary, amazing, beautiful gift of a world. We come into this thing screaming at the top of our lungs (By the way, I think we should do more of that). It's an extraordinary scene to witness. Life, even in its simplest, purest form is truly amazing.</div>
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Then, later, we leave the ground as we lift ourselves and take our first steps. Our first taste of what we will chase our entire lives. Freedom. Freedom to explore, to search, to find, to rise. And that very moment, those first steps, the thing for which the parents have been waiting so long, becomes at once their greatest joy and deepest fear. It's the beginning of their losing control. It's your first steps, your first steps toward leaving.</div>
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Sadly, on the other side of this, for too many, their earliest memories of leaving came in a childhood interrupted by a parent walking away. For those who experienced a dad or a mom leaving, it is forever imprinted on the heart. It leaves its mark on one's life, influencing every future relationship and decision. Sometimes I think we have become so used to divorce that we forget the impact it has on everyone involved. We sort of blow it off as a reason when considering why a child is struggling. Obviously, leaving is necessary sometimes. But sometimes, we just let go of each other too easily. Most parents still love, protect and mold their children; even if it's separately. But, I will never understand how some parents just leave their children behind. This leaving is life altering.<br />
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As we get older, leaving becomes a sort of passage to independence, even adulthood. It's freeing, full of possibility, new and a little scary. Do you remember when you left home? I do. I was going to conquer! It never really crossed my mind that I wouldn't achieve every dream I had. I had limitless ambition and creativity. Of course I also partied too much and made my share of mistakes. But back then mistakes were easier to rebound from. Life was a lot less complicated. Every relationship, experience, dollar made or night out was a first. When I screwed up, I just sort of moved on without feeling enormous consequences. But, not everything was great. It was also a time of wrestling with my beliefs, figuring out who I was going to be and finding out what was really important to me. Honestly, I think it was in this period of my life that I hurt the most people. I suppose I would say this is when I first experienced real regret; but also a heck of a lot of happiness. I came through this period a little wiser, somewhat more competent at life and a little damaged. I wish I could go back and experience this season of my life with who I am today. <br />
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Another kind of leaving comes with our "adult" relationships. Depending on the circumstances...and which side of the “leaving” you are on, it can be a release or a devastating process. Timing is everything. Mark Heard sings in “Strong Hand of Love" - Time marches away like a lost platoon. We gracefully age as we feel the weight of loving too late and leaving too soon. (If you don't know Mark Heard, go locate his music now. You can read this later) We often settle when we shouldn't settle, resist when we should give in, leave when we should stay and stay when we should leave. <br />
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Sometimes, our world has built up so much garbage we take a look and decide we have to start fresh, somewhere else. So, we agonize over what we will leave behind. We take inventory: our friends, our places, our routines, careers, relationships, and everything else we have collected to build a life. This leaving is not as easy or exciting as the first time we left “home.” This leaving is difficult and even confusing, with a sense of sadness and regret. It forces us to look at our “wasted time” and “unfulfilled dreams.” But it is sometimes necessary. It feels like the first time you held your breath under water. You breathe in the biggest breath you can, close your eyes and plunge. On the other side of that plunge, you emerge face to the sky, open wide your eyes and exhale! It's like being born again in a way. You feel stronger and even clearer because you have been under the weight of the water in the darkness of eyes closed. Isn't life that way sometimes? It takes going under to realize how lifeless you really have been.<br />
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Sometimes leaving is more about a state of mind. When we choose to forgive, we leave anger and bitterness behind. Other times, we choose to move on from our mistakes, leaving our shackles behind. Life always seems to be about movement. We move from one victory to a new challenge; from a deep valley to the mountaintop; from sickness to healing; from chaos to peace; and hopefully from selfishness to love. <br />
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Finally, we all leave. One way or another, we all leave this life. It's the one leaving of which we have no choice. We can't stay. If we have loved well, we will be mourned by those we have touched. They will tell stories and sing songs while they shed tears. And there will probably be good food too. But none of that will really matter all that much because we will be gone. I believe I will go on. I will see those I have lost and experience new things I only sort of understand now. I will know why everything happened and I will see love clearly, not dimly like I do now. Hopefully, my last leaving will be like my first. My expectation and peace will calm any fear I still have. My screams will turn to calm, any hazy darkness will become light and clear, and I will fall into the hands of love, just like I did at my birth.<br />
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Leaving. I'm not sure why I've been thinking about this word lately. Maybe, it's because of all the crazy events of my life this year, complete with poison spider bites, moving, major surgery, months being stuck in my house recovering from surgery, changing relationships (some ending, some beginning, some transitioning), shifting priorities, and a host of things I haven't even fully processed yet.<br />
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Then again, perhaps it's just the changing of the seasons. Winter into Spring. And now, Summer is approaching. I love the smell of the air when seasons change. It reminds me of songs I have listened to during periods of my life. I can feel the sense of new beginnings and the potential of yet unknown adventures. It urges me to leap, to try. <br />
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It also reminds me how small we are in the universe. And how we are truly not in control of everything. What a freeing thought that is. Life is controlled by fear far too often. </div>
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So yeah, it could just be all of that, the natural feeling of change that comes with seasons and transitions. Or...something big might be coming. I don't know for sure. And, that's a good thing.<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I knew when the students started arriving this was going to be a different kind of day. I could tell here was a different energy in the room, a special kind of excitement and anticipation. I was right. On an ordinary Friday, at a school in East Nashville, I saw hope, compassion and unity in a group of extraordinary high school students.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My colleague, Eric Johnson, has been doing amazing work with his “Diversity Day” events for a while now. I've listened to him passionately talk about how inspiring the kids who have attended these events are, but due to scheduling, I hadn't had the opportunity to participate before this one. “Diversity Day” is a sort of cultural exchange program where a rural school and a city school send a group of students to spend the day together, to “walk in each others’ shoes.” At the beginning of the day, the two schools lined up in the middle of the gym. Then the students, one by one, walked toward the middle to meet their partner for the day. The pairs then stuck together for the entire day. The two schools involved this time were Jackson County and Maplewood. Maplewood had already spent the day in Jackson County, and now it was Jackson County’s turn to spend the day at Maplewood. In addition to Eric and I leading them through activities, the students ate lunch together, toured the building, walked the halls during class changes, and attended a class with their partner. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Another moment came after lunch. We purposely divided them by the color of their eyes and treated brown eyes as if they were better than the others. They went to lunch first. We praised them. On the other hand, we made the others wait, and we talked to them as if they were second best. We then said that they were not allowed to eat with the brown-eyed students. However, once again, these amazing students rose to the occasion. During our time of processing the activity after lunch, the students spoke with determination, purpose, and clarity. Several had defied our instructions, a kind of civil disobedience if you will. We asked them why they went against the rules. The answers filled me with hope. They said they would not bend to the will of those who seek to divide. They stated that their friendship and loyalty to those they cared for, their new partners, outweighed any “societal” pressure to shun, demean, or divide. In other words, they stood up for an ideal in the face of pressure to do the wrong thing. I was reminded of the Robert Kennedy quote:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 1.295; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 1.295; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Finally, I was most moved during the “Perception Line” activity. Students stood in a line across the gym, each student holding the hand of their partner, then connecting to the rest of the group. Eric read a series of statements filled with perceptions, privileges, and biases. Rooted in culture, economics, social standing, family makeup, opportunities (or lack thereof), ethnicity, and many other factors, the statements hold a mirror up to many of our societal perceptions. Each statement, based on its positive or negative impact on an individual’s status in our society, caused some students to step forward or backward, while others stood still. Students watched as some of their friends continued to step backwards. I watched as they desperately tried to hold on to their partners’ hands as they stood farther and farther apart. Even though it was just a game, a simple activity, they inherently didn't want to let go. They refused to let even one of their new friends breakaway. They didn't let anyone fall, no matter how uncomfortable it became. The students were bonded. They refused to let differences, struggles, or even space divide them. At the end of the previous</span><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.295; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Diversity Day</span><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 1.295; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, when Maplewood visited Jackson, one of the students said, “the only thing that separates us is a hundred miles.” Today, they found a way to close even that divide.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">This</span> may not have been the most chaotic, upside-down, violent year in history, but it certainly felt like it sometimes. Our world just seemed completely off-kilter. This little spinning planet was filled with new wars, old wars, disease, power-hungry politicians, corrupt leaders, hurting people, famine, and countless other atrocities. I can't answer why. I simply don't have the perspective from my vantage point in this giant universe to completely understand. </div>
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<span style="color: red;">Love</span> is an unstoppable force. It lives everywhere, showing itself in even the most unexpected places. I certainly stumbled upon it this year. It was all around me. I heard it in the sound of music playing through my MP3 player. And it washed over me at live concerts. I read it in the words of authors and poets. I saw it in the kindness and patience of those who work to educate children and help families. I was comforted by it through the listening ears of those I call Friend, in my most difficult moments. I was inspired by it through the courageous words of young people I was honored to speak with and train. I believed in it again because of companionship I never expected, or deserved. And I was saved by it, over and over, in the quiet solitary moments, when a peace I will never understand fell on me.</div>
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Our world will not stop turning around us. Bad things will still happen. But, if we are willing to see, we will find glimpses of hope, life, love,and goodness all around us. And yes, if we are open, we will even find peace. I think we all could use a little more of that these days.</div>
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Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-30456519126187412952014-11-25T00:56:00.001-06:002014-11-25T00:56:30.465-06:00Moments Of Clarity <p dir="ltr">(Originally posted on 6/17/10)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Movies, books, plays and even great songs have them-those moments when everything changes. Someone figures it out. Someone makes a move. It might be Sherlock Holmes putting all the clues together, or when Harry finally realizes he should have been with Sally a long time ago-a really long time ago. Maybe it was the first time Superman realized he was able to "leap tall buildings in a single bound," or when Will realizes he should go see about a girl, or...well, the list goes on and on. Moments. Moments when everything changes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">This is story. Something inside of us relates to it. Buried in our DNA is a connection to the arc of a story. Writers didn't invent these ideas. They respond to them. Think about your own life. What if there were never any conflicts or tough decisions? What if there weren't any times of struggle or loneliness? It sounds great on the surface, but it would be, in reality, a terribly boring life. Without struggle, we wouldn't understand accomplishment, or the feeling of winning. Without conflicts, we would all think exactly the same way, at the same time. Without tough decisions, we wouldn't know courage or gain experience. Without loneliness, we wouldn't know how incredible companionship is.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The problem is, we don't always realize we're in these moments. We tend to stroll through life, dealing with issues as they come, trying to smooth everything out, so that we can get to our two week vacation to Disneyland. We don't listen to the cues that life gives us. We miss the subtle whispers nudging us to go somewhere, to change course, or to sit still. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We end up living decent lives, but not great lives, not the lives we dreamed of when we were kids. Don't you remember? Maybe you were supposed to be a fireman or an astronaut. Maybe you daydreamed of being a ballerina, a football player, a missionary, or president. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Perhaps, you were supposed to be a musician and writer. You were going to tour the world and write songs that would race up the charts. I was. I used to escape the world around me when I closed my eyes. The darkness would turn to pictures of me singing in front of thousands. Of course, in many of my “visions”, after achieving fame, I would develop a drug problem and become suicidal. Only my inner circle of real friends could help me come back. Then, I would return to greater stardom than before. You know VH1 Behind The Music style.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, I think I wrote my first real song at 11, but I had been putting on concerts in my house long before that. Music, acting and writing were everything. So much so, one of my majors in college was music. I moved to Nashville in 1995 and everything was working. I recorded an album, performed all over the place. Beyond just the music and all that, I genuinely wanted to change the world.  I wanted to make things better.   The problem was that throughout the years, I had developed huge fear. No one knew it really; not even me. I also got real comfortable and developed some habits that shouldn't have come until after I was famous. I was a kid who grew up with very little and now I had pretty much everything I wanted. So, I exchanged my dreams for comfort. I pushed things aside to have friends, things, strangers' respect and, of course, a girl. I'm not diminishing my life. This is not a sad story. This isn't about my career choices. I just want to illustrate a point. I've done good things in my life so far. I ran a group home for kids in need. I've counseled hundreds of people through the toughest and greatest times of their lives. I have great friends and family. And, I've been so fortunate to start recording and performing again over the past few years. Life is good. But there could have been greatness. Thanks to grace, there still can be. I see fantastic things coming.  I've completed a book that is going through the editing process. My speaking schedule is full, taking me just about everywhere.  I can't think of a time when I was so completely prolific in my songwriting.  I'm ready to find my other half. Life is a good thing and I am greatly loved.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But, what if I had stayed on my original course? What if I never stopped? Where would I be? What if I had listened along the way to those whispers, and sometimes shouts? I've been taking inventory of my life, trying to learn from my good decisions and bad decisions. From this vantage point, it's all completely obvious what I should have done. Yet, I didn't.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But, I did wake up. It started in 2002. I was attacked in my home when a client came into my bedroom and tried to kill me. Imagine waking up to a fireplace poker missing your face by less than an inch. I fought off my attacker for about 30 minutes and ran out the front door in my boxers. You'd think I would have heard that cue. But, I didn't right away. I'm sort of slow like that. But, something started happening in 2005. I started coming back to life. I was writing, recording...living. I even had a spiritual awakening after years of numbness. Then, on October 16, 2006 (the day after my birthday), I went to get out of bed and I couldn't walk for a short time. Over the next few weeks, I started forgetting how to do things, passing out, etc. I was scared as hell. Then on Halloween night, I ended up in the emergency room and my long journey of recovery began. I'm not going to get into all the details here. It's too much information. But, I'm doing well. I had surgery and went through some treatment. I still take lot of medication and many, many tests. But, it looks like I'll live a relatively long, healthy life in spite of my illness. I have to say, I wish I would have listened earlier. I listened this time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had my moment. Different people call it different things. Oprah calls it your “aha" moment. Christians may recognize it in a person's decision to “get saved” or in someone "listening to the Spirit." Those from the Jewish faith may say it's a “burning bush” moment. Mental health professionals sometimes call it a “moment of clarity." It's that moment when it clicks. It makes sense. And more than just knowing it in your head, you feel it in your soul. As a person who counsels people for a living, it can get incredibly frustrating when the person you are working with knows what to do, but doesn't do it. You feel like you're banging your head against the wall, giving them cues as to what to do. But they don't do it. They just babble on about the way they do things...even though the way they do things isn't working. I'm sure everyone reading this has felt this way with friends or family or someone else. Have you? Don't get discouraged. They're just not ready. They hear you. They have the information. They just aren't ready for their moment yet-their moment of clarity. Instead of continuing to preach to them, stand by them, support them, love them and gently point them in the right direction. And don't get mad when they come to you one day, changed, because someone else told them exactly what you have been telling them for years. You were a step along the way. You were part of the foundation. Celebrate with them in their moment. More importantly, help them make it last.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That brings me to my last thoughts on this. When you have your “aha” moment, don't stop with the feeling. How many of us have watched some program about a cause that moved us, but we did nothing? The feeling wore off in a few days. When your moment comes, do three things: feel it deeply, make a decision and take action. There's a scene in (I know I shouldn't reference this movie because I will lose whatever “guy credentials” I have, but...) My Best Friend's Wedding when the Julia Roberts character and the “best friend” guy are on a boat and they are about to go under a bridge. Julia Roberts had been trying all day to tell him she was in love with him. The guy says that his “fiancee” (Cameron Diaz) says that if you feel something, you should say it. Just say it, right away, or the moment will pass. As he's saying this, they pass under the bridge and Julia Roberts lets the moment go. It's a terrible moment. But it illustrates what I'm saying perfectly. Don't let your moments of clarity pass without motion. Otherwise, you' might be missing out on who you truly should be.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So, listen. Truly listen to the whispers, the cues. Don't let your moment pass. No matter how many mistakes you have made, or wrong roads you have traveled, the past does not have to be your shackles. The past can be steps, watermarks. When your moment comes, fall on the grace you have been given and breathe in the future. Take it all in...and move.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Matt</p>
Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-4569542549133643022014-08-12T17:29:00.001-05:002014-08-12T20:16:19.462-05:00From the Road<p dir="ltr">Life on the road is a curious thing. It can feel completely the same and completely different, fully new and utterly old, all at the same time. It's a good thing in my life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My view is a lot different out here. I don't have all the distractions of home. My entire focus is bringing a message of hope to young people and the adults who speak into their lives daily. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Most of the time I travel with a team (The times I travel alone form a completely different experience...I'll save that story for another day). Our team is a special group. We all come from different worlds, surrounded with our own joys and complications. At this point it's a well oiled machine. But, trust me, it took time, work, experience, and patience. Each one of us has a very strong personality, with our own gifts, biases, and agendas. Yet the differences are the reason it all works. See, all these variables come together to make the one thing, the one goal we have in common, stronger. This team, these people, all want to bring hope and light to those we encounter on the road. That's why it all works. This is the intersection where differences and vision come together to create action and change. Our own agendas are secondary to our shared purpose. We want to see people live more peacefully, with less violence, hate, hurt, and strife. We believe each and every soul we encounter has a purpose, even if they don't know it yet.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And this is why the road is a good place to be. Sometimes I grow tired. At times, I'm downright exhausted. But, the payoff is worth it. I get the absolute honor and privilege to help facilitate the changing of lives. Even on my worst days, when my attitude isn't right, I still get to share words that may grip someone's heart, cause inspiration, shift a view, or even alter a life's course. Wow. I am blessed. And, without a doubt, I am absolutely amazed, amazed beyond understanding.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So today, as we drive away from another event in a small town most people will never hear of, I am whispering thanks here in the backseat. How can I not?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh, and the best part is yet to come. You see, now I get to wonder when I will hear the first amazing story from this little community. And, believe me, I will. I always do.</p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 0.2in;">Every once in a while, a
moment catches me unguarded. Whether it's a crisp morning breeze, the
sounds of spontaneous laughter, the subtle dawn waves on the beach,
or sudden silence, these moments capture my attention. It's as if
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, we try so
hard, so often, to leap past these short whispers of peace. I know I
do. I know I shouldn't. So, I turn on music, television, my phone,
another argument, the internet, a book, or whatever other distraction
I can locate to avoid these unrealized gifts. Let's admit it, it's
actually easier to embrace chaos, conflict and even war than to find
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's difficult to stop
moving, be still, reflect, and be alone with our thoughts, regrets,
and even hopes. Fear exists in that space. But fear is not something
from which we need to turn. No, it is something we need to feel, and to
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live in a loud world. Still, every so often, in the middle of the
noise, peace enters. It always has. It's very nature is a
contradiction to the world around us. It jars us, heals us, scares
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in the quiet. At times, it even appears in silence. Silence is
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this morning I woke to peace. I chose not to war with it this time.
Instead, I loosened my fists, lifted my arms in surrender, felt it's
presence, listened to it's calm, and looked directly where it lead my
eyes. I now have its memory. I will not soon forget.</span></span></div>
Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-57532070460270443122013-07-05T08:28:00.001-05:002013-07-05T08:28:52.815-05:00"Invitation" by Matt Gress<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/4cFFhbRSPHU" width="459"></iframe>Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-56513756895064140882013-06-18T08:10:00.001-05:002013-07-01T12:28:32.034-05:00This band is relentlessly good. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnkM_ebv9BI&feature=youtube_gdata_player">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnkM_ebv9BI&feature=youtube_gdata_player</a>Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0Lancaster, null40.046658 -76.178375tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-65024731319868207392013-01-09T19:14:00.000-06:002014-06-21T08:43:40.488-05:00"Us" Thoughts on Family<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Who are we</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">What makes us?</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">These are the colors</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Painted by life's brush.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Shades of joy are found</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Sheltered in our walls</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Comfort fills this house</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">When all around us falls.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Partially defined</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">By how we overcome</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Struggles we have faced</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Battles justly won.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Unsteady, we have have been </span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Then, solid, bold and strong</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">In moments, cracked and fragile</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Yet, repaired before too long.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">More than simply friends</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">A family so sublime</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Broken by mistakes</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">But tethered by our time.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Never once abandoned </span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Though sometimes deeply burned</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Always healed by truth</span><br clear="none" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; text-align: start;">Of lessons we have learned.</span></i></span><div style="border: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19.983333587646484px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">
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Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-70434834701432881202012-12-22T15:33:00.001-06:002012-12-22T15:46:25.901-06:00All is Well<div><p>The link at the end of this post is to a video for one of my favorite Christmas songs,"All is Well." It seems even more poignant this Christmas. I know statistically it wasn't the most chaotic, upside-down, violent year, but it certainly feels like it was. We experienced more war, flooding, a horribly divisive election, drought, and of course, the terrible loss of innocent children and adults last week. I can't answer why. I just don't have the perspective from my vantage point in this giant universe to understand. Still, I don't think the story of Christmas is at odds with our current state of existence. It tells, in a rather beautiful way, how peace entered a violent, chaotic, and lonely world through a fragile, innocent vessel. The rulers, religious leaders, and desperate people of the day expected a political or military leader to lead them to victory (sound familiar?). But, that is not the story we read. We read of strength, power, peace and life, through the birth of our most basic human need in human form...Love. Our world will not stop turning around us. Bad things will still happen. But, if you remain open and willing to see, you will find glimpses of hope, life, and goodness all around you. And yes, even peace.</p>
<p>(I put this video together rather quickly using pics from around the internet...not always the highest quality, but it works. If you've had a hectic, crazy, difficult day...or year, sit back and watch/listen)</p>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyj9-33n94s&feature=youtube_gdata_player">Watch "All Is Well" on YouTube</a></p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwBKvzY62lR7Sw_GaX8EOrnYEY_lv9333UiLp2o7ti4i86Kc3eOraFcX2Mnru54zYmoninIz1n2wDEkiImcLCZsgb9S3ZXkC9mHgWGXKBWOXot1S1nAHDhTvtHDU_RF_lX771p5cvwN3V/' /></div>Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-17192726878628371532012-03-23T12:35:00.000-05:002016-07-19T06:35:20.351-05:00Why Hugo Shouldn't Buy a Zoo (And A Few Other Things I Believe)<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too. " </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">"Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do... Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose... it's like you're broken." </span><br />
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I dare you to remember for a moment who you were going to be when you were young. Think about the things you were going to conquer and people you were going to love. Are you there? Close your eyes, quiet the room, and let the memories roll through your mind like a movie and water your soul with the hope that existed then. Did you forget about some of those dreams and ambitions from the younger version of yourself? For just a second, feel that loss and disappointment.<br />
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Now, for just a moment, let go of all the stresses and busyness of life. Ask yourself, "Why can't I still get there?"<br />
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What have you filled your life with to stop thinking about things like dreams, hopes, grand adventures and real love? Is it stuffed with too much of something, like work, TV, food, or noise? Are you disconnected from the people around you? When was the last time you really talked-really talked-to your spouse or close friends? When was the last time you really laughed with those people? I'm not talking about the shallow, social laugh. I mean the guttural, deep laugh that leaves you aching with joy. Life gets so tangled up sometimes. Even worse, it gets "normal" and mundane. We tend to settle into routines that help us manage our lives, rather than experiencing real living, breathing, feeling, adventuring, changing, and loving. Why can't you still invent something? Why can't you climb a mountain somewhere in Europe? Or, write a book? Record some songs? Play baseball? Dance? Act? Become a chef? Change some lives?<br />
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Or, love your wife or husband better?<br />
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I believe the quotes at the beginning of this post contain truth. I do not think there are any "extra parts" in this world. I believe we were created carefully and deliberately. And yes, losing your purpose is like being broken. We're all a little broken. Age does that. Whether it's physical, or it's more about a wounded spirit, we are all in need of repair. Some need a little, and some need a lot. But instead of seeking real healing, we look for quick fixes, like the latest self help guru, super preacher, prescription, or diet.<br />
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Bars don't thrive because of alcohol. They thrive because of loneliness. You can drink a bottle of rum at home for a lot less money.<br />
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Crooked TV evangelists don't get rich because they have life changing things to say you can't hear at any local church, surrounded by people who really care for you. They get rich because they seem larger than life and offer "1,2, 3" plans that will fix everything, while making you rich and happy...for a small donation.<br />
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There isn't a new ab machine every year because it is groundbreaking technology. No, they show up because there is always a new crop of people (or old crop frustrated by the lack of results from last year's machine), hungry for a new fast way to a great body that will make them happy, healthy and attractive.<br />
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In order to really find happiness, we have to go deeper. And yes, we have to work harder...at least up front. We have to open ourselves up and take chances, knowing we may get hurt or fail miserably. But, that's part of it all. That's what makes life worth it. <br />
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Without the lows, we wouldn't really feel the highs. Without the hurts, we wouldn't know how good it is to be healed. Without loss, we wouldn't understand found. Without empty, there would be no complete. Without lonely, we wouldn't know love when she comes home.<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;">Michael Jordan once said, "I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Mickey Mantle said, "During my 18 years I came to bat almost 10,000 times. I struck out about 1,700 times and walked maybe 1,800 times. You figure a ballplayer will average about 500 at bats a season. That means I played seven years without ever hitting the ball."</span><br />
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It takes courage to stop the numbing and dream again. It takes a leap to let yourself want again. But it's a good risk.<br />
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Still, don't stop with the feeling. Be bold and write your vision down. Then, get really crazy and outline a plan. Write down where you want to be in 7 days, 7 months, and 7 years. Then, every week, update it. Post it where you can see it everyday. Long term goals easily get hazy and we lose our way. For most of us, especially those of us with attention issues, having shorter watermarks along the way help keep us going in the right direction. By the way, these goals and visions aren't supposed to just be about fantastic accomplishments, or career. Some can be. But, hopefully you'll also write things like, "In the next 7 days, I hope to laugh with my wife the way we used to." In seven months, "I will have my book finished." "I will forgive my dad...and tell him." "I will forgive myself...and move on."<br />
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Hope is empty without action. Love's just a feeling without commitment, work and hard choices. Do not say you will start tomorrow. Start now. I invite you to wake up from dreaming and create a new reality.<br />
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Emotion must be followed by action or you will settle back into your old life. In the movie <i>We Bought A Zoo</i>, the character Benjamin Mee says, “You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage, just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”<br />
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I dare you to take off the mask, let people know you. I dare you to love enough that you can be hurt. I dare you to speak loud enough to be heard, and be silent enough to hear. Believe enough so that others laugh at you. Be sober enough to feel, courageous enough to fail.<br />
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I believe in miracles and healing. I'm not talking about someone growing a new leg. I've never seen that. Though, I believe just about anything is possible. No, I'm talking about more amazing miracles. I've seen the broken become whole and the lost find their way home. I've seen the fatherless become fathered, the unloved become loved, the losers win, and the outcast invited in. But these miracles aren't possible without us. They won't happen unless you and I awaken, open our eyes and take a few steps. We have to start the journey. And, along the way, we have to pick up someone else and walk with them a while...maybe a lifetime. Don't be afraid to ask for help yourself. Pray.<br />
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I wish you happiness. Even more, I wish you peace. Not the substitute type of "peace" that is really just numbness; but, the kind that comes from knowing you have a reason, a purpose, an adventure.<br />
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Don't live someone else's purpose either. Think about the two movies I referenced above. Imagine if Hugo would have bought a zoo instead of repairing machines. What if Benjamin Mee lived behind a clock, fixing machines, instead of loving his family and restoring a neglected zoo? Neither movie would have ended well.<br />
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Another quote from We Bought a Zoo that seems to fit comes from little Rosie Mee. The movie starts shortly after the death of Rosie's mom. One night, when the neighbors are having a party, with lots of friends, laughter and music, she says, "Their Happy is too loud." I hope nothing less than for you to come to a place where your happy is "too loud."<br />
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Now, stop reading this and go start a new adventure...<br />
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Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-38580262648512369142012-02-28T21:10:00.002-06:002012-02-28T21:13:13.341-06:00New Compilation of Songs - Available for FREE!<br />
I am in the process of writing for a new project and decided to glance back for a moment or two to see where I've been. The songs on this compilation span over a decade of writing, creating and living. "The Nashville Sessions" were actually recorded in the 1990s! Time sure does have a way of moving forward...fast. While I was compiling these songs, I was taken back to the point in time each represents. In one way or another, they all still have elements that are true for me even today. And, thankfully, some of the sentiments have passed...gone but not forgotten.<br />
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Some of these songs are fully realized. Some are demo quality. Some...unfinished. Some...in progress. Some...well... just hold a unique sentimental place for me.I hope you connect somewhere. At the very least, I hope you are entertained, and maybe even moved. Until the new stories are completed and unveiled, I hope these add to your journey.<br />
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Click on the following link, or the one on the right side of this page under links, for your free 22 song digital download.<br />
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<br />Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-13916856525990541022011-12-31T18:14:00.000-06:002011-12-31T18:23:54.972-06:00Hello AgainMy blog has moved...as you can see...since you're here reading this. <br />
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I figured the night before another new year was the perfect time to unveil the thing.<br />
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Anyway, I'm really glad you stopped by to check out the site. Feel free to take a look around. I will be adding new blog posts and content on a regular basis. So, stop by often and don't hesitate to leave comments. I hope this is the first of many conversations we will have as we experience and share this thing we call life.</div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></div>Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-75502338107668336192011-12-31T15:20:00.000-06:002012-07-09T22:19:34.840-05:00Leaving<div>(Originally posted on 9/29/11)<br />
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Leaving. One simple word. So many meanings, reactions, feelings, and consequences. It offers a unique perspective, as you are able to look back at what has been and imagine what may be ahead. It is a watermark, a shift.<br />
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It's a word full of joy, loss, anticipation and choice.<br />
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For too many, the first experience of leaving came in a childhood interrupted by a parent walking away. For those who experienced a dad or a mom leaving, it is forever imprinted on the heart. It leaves its mark on one's life, influencing every future relationship and decision. Sometimes I think we have become so used to divorce that we forget the impact it has on everyone involved. We sort of blow it off as a reason when considering why a child is struggling. Obviously, leaving is necessary sometimes. But sometimes, we just let go of each other too easily. Most parents still love, protect and mold their children; even if it's separately. But, I will never understand how some parents just leave their children behind. This leaving is life altering.<br />
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As we get older, leaving becomes a sort of passage to independence, even adulthood. It's freeing, full of possibility, new and a little scary. Do you remember when you left home? I do. I was going to conquer! It never really crossed my mind that I wouldn't achieve every dream I had. I had limitless ambition and creativity. Of course I also partied too much and made my share of mistakes. But back then mistakes were easier to rebound from. Life was a lot less complicated. Every relationship, experience, dollar made or night out was a first. When I screwed up, I just sort of moved on without feeling enormous consequences. But, not everything was great. It was also a time of wrestling with my beliefs, figuring out who I was going to be and finding out what was really important to me. Honestly, I think it was in this period of my life that I hurt the most people. I suppose I would say this is when I first experienced real regret; but also a heck of a lot of happiness. I came through this period a little wiser, somewhat more competent at life and a little damaged. I wish I could go back and experience this season of my life with who I am today. <br />
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Another kind of leaving comes with our "adult" relationships. Depending on the circumstances...and which side of the “leaving” you are on, it can be a release or a devastating process. Timing is everything. Mark Heard sings in “Strong Hand of Love" - Time marches away like a lost platoon. We gracefully age as we feel the weight of loving too late and leaving too soon. (If you don't know Mark Heard, go locate his music now. You can read this later) We often settle when we shouldn't settle, resist when we should give in, leave when we should stay and stay when we should leave. <br />
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Sometimes, our world has built up so much garbage we take a look and decide we have to start fresh, somewhere else. So, we agonize over what we will leave behind. We take inventory: our friends, our places, our routines, careers, relationships, and everything else we have collected to build a life. This leaving is not as easy or exciting as the first time we left “home.” This leaving is difficult and even confusing, with a sense of sadness and regret. It forces us to look at our “wasted time” and “unfulfilled dreams.” But it is sometimes necessary. It feels like the first time you held your breath under water. You breathe in the biggest breath you can, close your eyes and plunge. On the other side of that plunge, you emerge face to the sky, open wide your eyes and exhale! It's like being born again in a way. You feel stronger and even clearer because you have been under the weight of the water in the darkness of eyes closed. Isn't life that way sometimes? It takes going under to realize how lifeless you really have been.<br />
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Sometimes leaving is more about a state of mind. When we choose to forgive, we leave anger and bitterness behind. Other times, we choose to move on from our mistakes, leaving our shackles behind. Life always seems to be about movement. We move from one victory to a new challenge; from a deep valley to the mountaintop; from sickness to healing; from chaos to peace; and hopefully from selfishness to love. <br />
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Finally, we all leave. One way or another, we all leave this life. It's the one leaving of which we have no choice. We can't stay. If we have loved well, we will be mourned by those we have touched. They will tell stories and sing songs while they shed tears. And there will probably be good food too. But none of that will really matter all that much because we will be gone. I believe I will go on. I will see those I have lost and experience new things I only sort of understand now. I will know why everything happened and I will see love clearly, not dimly like I do now. Hopefully, my last leaving will be like my first. My expectation and peace will calm any fear I still have. <br />
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Leaving. I'm not sure why I've been thinking about this word lately. It might just be the fact that Fall is here. It's my favorite time of the year (Except for Christmas of course). I love the smell of the air, the crispness of the evenings, the deep sense of change and the content melancholy. <br />
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Yea, it could just be that. Or...something new might be coming. <br />
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-MattMatt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-19585173201228403822011-12-31T15:19:00.000-06:002012-08-23T18:13:21.283-05:00Loss, Brokenness, Healing(Originally posted on 3/23/11)<br />
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*Re-posted on Facebook May 9, 2011 after the passing of my grandfather.<br />
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Note: My original draft of this was actually written several weeks ago, shortly before the death of my friend Brian. He was a friend and much more to many in my family of friends and acquaintances. Because of this, I greatly delayed the posting of this blog. This wasn't because I thought the timing was wrong. In fact, it was probably the right time. No, it was delayed because I...well....I had to go through my own process before I revisited it. I've written on the topic of grief before; but this time it holds a much more personal meaning. In addition to our loss, many I know have lost other loved ones over the past year or so. I hope this helps in some small way, whether you are the griever or the comforter.<br />
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This is dedicated to those who have left us, we who are left, and those who comfort us.<br />
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Loss is one of the most difficult things for us to deal with in our society. It's not a concrete thing with easy answers and tangible hope we can touch. However, the feelings, effects, consequences and pain are real. Very real. I can't speak definitively for everyone else; but for me, it feels hazy, disorienting, draining and sometimes empty and lonely. After the recent passing of Brian, I even had dreams in which I had died. I found myself thinking of my own mortality. It was unnerving. When someone leaves us, it feels destabilizing, like there is no gravity to hold us to our foundation. <br />
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Unfortunately, people often just don't know what to do or say when someone is grieving a loss (myself included). Death in particular forces us to acknowledge that we will die too. It also exposes the empty hole we all feel sometimes. It makes us face our own feelings of disconnection and loneliness that everyone feels sometimes I've seen and heard many responses to someone grieving. They range from “You gotta get up and move on!” to endless scriptures and quotes. <br />
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Let me address the first one. Contrary to what modern society says, you do not have to “get up and move on.” At least not right now. We are forced to grieve way too fast these days. Someone we love passes on. We cry for a few days. Then, it's back to work a week or so later. If you look at history, at other cultures, people grieved for extended periods of time...until they were ready to move on. And it was healthy and right. Now, I know we can't physically check out for extended periods of time today. We'd lose our jobs, etc. In addition, it is healthy and helpful to get back into a routine when going through the grieving process. I'm simply saying that we don't have to push down our feelings, abbreviate our healing process and smile for everyone's viewing pleasure. Don't ever feel like you are somehow weak or less spiritual because you still feel a little angry or sad when others have seemingly moved beyond these things. Just don't isolate. Don't fall into despair. Feel, acknowledge, work through, reach out, listen, let others help and heal. The missing of them will never go away. But, it will get better.<br />
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Second, in terms of quoting endless scriptures and inspirational quotes to someone. These things are important and helpful in context. They certainly speak to someone's faith. However, I promise you, a person of faith already has these in their arsenal and “know” all the right things to believe. But, often, when these things are thrown at people who are grieving, over and over and over, they start to sound hallow and sometimes even accusatory. For instance, if “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” then why do I feel weak? If “God is my comforter,” why am I feeling so empty and chaotic? "I must be doing something wrong." I'm not saying don't share these things when appropriate, especially one on one, in the context of relationship and conversation. I'm just saying, throwing a million inspirational quotes at someone is not going to do it alone. In fact, I know for myself, I'd rather hear or read a personal note of comfort and empathy from someone rather than something that can be stitched on a pillow.<br />
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On that note, one of the things my faith does tell me to do is to “weep with those who weep.” One of the most powerful things we can say to someone grieving is...nothing. When you don't know what to say, just be with them. We often feel like we need just the right word or phrase to say. But, honestly, not much of what we say will even get through the haze of grief. An author once referenced this as “the fog of a broken heart” (which I, of course, stole and turned into a song...). That is a true description. Maya Angelou has a great quote that is true as well: “People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel.” Be with someone. Support them. When they want to cry, cry with them. When they want to laugh, laugh with them. And when they want to talk, listen. Really listen. Speak when necessary. The wonderful thing about grieving with someone is that when they are ready to get up, you will get up together. Your strength will be there to lift and offer a safe place to land when the stumbling comes. An author named Donald Miller tells a moving story he heard in regards to a “rescue." I'll attempt to retell it here:<br />
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There were a group of POW's who had been in captivity for a very long time. They had been tortured and mistreated, toyed with and lied to. They had been so hurt and torn down that there was no need to shackle them. They had little hope. The American government finally found out where they were and staged a rescue. The team began the daring rescue of their fallen comrades. They came in with force and then a few of them entered the place where the POW's were kept. They were on the floor, beaten, tired and fearful. One of the commanders <br />
began loudly proclaiming that they were from the U.S.A., there to rescue them. He forcefully told them to get up and come go with them to safety. However, the men were scared and did<br />
not believe them. They had been played with before. Their shock and trauma kept them on the floor. Then, one of the rescuers noticed what was happening. He gently approached the men on the floor, carefully put his weapons down and laid down on the dirty floor in the middle of them. He reached out and put his hand on one man's chest and said quietly to him “You're safe now. We are from America. We are here to rescue you. Will you stand up with me? I'll help you if you need me to.” The man slowly rose with his rescuer. Then seeing him move, the others began to follow. Soon, they were in the air, on their way home.<br />
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This is one of my favorite stories. I try to remember it when I am attempting to help someone. Sometimes you have to become like them to help them . Sometimes, you have to get down in the dirt and be with them.<br />
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I don't have all the answers. There isn't a concrete path to go from brokenness to healing. But, we can heal. There may be obstacles and setbacks. In grief counseling, we know there are steps: shock, denial, anger, bargaining, sadness and acceptance. But, these can get jumbled up. You may go back and forth a little or feel a few, or all, at once. Don't be discouraged. I do want you to hear this though. If you fall into prolonged depression, please reach out. Get help. You cannot do it alone.<br />
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In closing, for those of us who find ourselves on the broken side of grief, take heart. It will get better...but on your own timetable. None of us are alone. When you do feel restored, though not the same, reach out to others and return what has been given to you. Bishop Tutu, when putting together the HRC, once used the term “wounded healers.” When assembling the team that would be a part of the restoration in South Africa after Apartheid, he said he did not want angry, vengeful victims, but instead he desired “wounded healers.” I hope that is who I am. For those of you who are comforting, be patient and truthful. Get down in the dirt. Offer hope. Then, we will all find our way to the other side of grief. And one day, we will see those we miss again...in a much better place.<br />
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(Feel free to leave comments here or on Facebook where this was linked)Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-22169017260128849812011-12-31T15:16:00.000-06:002011-12-31T15:25:47.175-06:00The Rescue(Originally posted on 12/12/10)<br />
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Life is truly a messy thing. There are those days when everything is right. You could easily be driving on an open road with the top down in a world that is yours under a sky that seems to open up all around you. But, sometimes it seems like you are downtown in traffic during rush hour...late...again. Sometimes, it feels like a cold Winter day, with gray skies overhead and a chill that smacks you in the face. Yea, life is definitely messy.<br />
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Justin knows this well. He and his wife were on their way to the doctor's office for a check-up. His wife was several months into her first pregnancy,nearly ready to make that final trip to the hospital. The young couple was excited. Then, out of nowhere, the crushing force of a speeding car collided with the passenger's side of their car. A few moments later, Justin snapped out of his daze and looked over to see his wife unconscious and trapped. She was bleeding. She was not waking up. But, he couldn't help her. He felt completely helpless and alone. All he knew to do was hope and pray and scream. In that moment, Justin, for the first time in his life knew what it means to need a rescue. <br />
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A few days ago, a longtime friend stopped by work to see me. She and I have seen a lot together. She works in the business of mental health like me. We help people. That's what we do. We try to get people to understand they have to talk sometimes. They have to reach out and accept help when they need it. Yet, we are not always so good at following our own advice. However, she and I have that trust. So, the other day I listened as she shared about the stress and struggles she has faced lately. In turn, I opened up a little and told of similar things in my own life. It was good. She needed a small rescue. I needed to be there.<br />
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About two years ago, I was driving in a storm. I wrapped my car around a telephone pole driving through an alley. That wasn't fun! I got out relatively unscathed (Thank God for Volvo...It may be the safest car in the world). The body of the car was ok, but the axle was torn in half. The car was totaled. So, a few days later, I was waiting at a McDonald's in downtown Nashville for my buddy to pick me up and take me to buy a car. It was a really crappy day. It was January, cold and miserable. It's funny how when you're in the middle of something like that, you start over-analyzing your life. At least I do. That day it went something like this: "Man, I'm just not where I wanted to be. I don't have everything I thought I would. I've been in and out of the hospital too many times with this stupid neurological illness. I'm tired of treatment and medication. I've had too many bad relationships" On and on. Then, in the middle of my self analysis (pity party), I was interrupted. A young man came up to me and asked. "Mr. Matt? Are you Mr. Matt?" I answered "yes" while faking a smile. He looked vaguely familiar. He continued, "I was at the group home when you ran it. I'm __________. Do you remember me?" I did ( I was the program director of a group home in the 90's). I had tried very hard to help this kid. We had given him care and compassion, and structure and love. But, ultimately we had to kick him out of the program. I thought "Uh oh, here it is. I'm going to be killed in a McDonald's. What a really crappy end to a crappy week!" Then he said, with a smile, "You kicked me out. You don't know this. But, you saved my life. You guys cared about me. Nobody else did. I have a wife and kid now. I have a job. I'm not gonna do what my parents did. I'm gonna be a good dad. Thanks for all you did...and for kicking me out. I learned." I told him I was proud of him. That seemed to be important to him. Then he left. All I could do was thank God. That kid might think I rescued him; but he returned the favor that day.<br />
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We all need rescuing sometimes. <br />
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But, not many of us are willing to let go. Not many of us will ask. We have to realize that, yes, rescues sometimes show up out of the blue; but most of the time, they don't. How is anyone supposed to know we need help if we hide behind our busy schedules, parties, work, or fake smiles? Asking for help or just an empathetic ear is not weakness. Every once in a while, we have to send up a white flag to signal our need.<br />
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On the other side of that is the truth that we need to watch and listen-really listen-to those around us. This past week a young man laid down on train tracks in front of an elementary school and gave up his life. He attended a school in a county where I do some work. People have had comments and questions about it this week. "Why did he do it?" "I knew him. He was happy." I can't really answer those questions. But, I can say, listen. Listen to those you love. And, if it's you in need, send up the flag. I was facilitating a weekly recovery group the other day. The kids were talking about the boy who took his life. I took a moment and asked how many of them had experienced suicidal ideations in the last 6 months. Every one of them raised their hand. Every one.<br />
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People are in need of rescue.<br />
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Rescue isn't easy. It doesn't always go smoothly. It doesn't always feel good. <br />
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Sometimes you need to be drowning to come back to life ( I think that's why I find beauty in the ritual of baptism). At times, you have to be helpless to be helped; hopeless to find hope; hurting to find healing; broken to be fixed; abandoned to be found; lonely to be loved; and completely surrendered to be rescued.<br />
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Be prepared, no matter which side of the fence you are standing on, to act when the time comes. And, if necessary, send up the white flag. Someone will see.<br />
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-Matt<br />
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*Justin and his wife welcomed a beautiful baby girl into their lives shortly after the accident. Mom and baby...and Justin are fine. Oh, and I got another car.Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-62405640018638048352011-12-31T15:14:00.000-06:002012-08-30T20:21:37.480-05:00She Will Not Be Forgotten: A Look At Bullying and Harassment(Originally posted on 11/29/10)<br />
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“I can't take one more day of this. Why did they pick me”<br />
-7th grade boy<br />
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“I do it because at least I can control this pain.”<br />
-8th grade girl talking about cutting her arms<br />
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“I will not be back tomorrow. You can call the hospital. I don't care. I will get out...and I will kill myself.”<br />
-10th grade boy<br />
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“Please make it stop. Please.”<br />
-6th grade girl<br />
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“Maybe they're right. They are right. Look at me. I'm disgusting.”<br />
-9th grade girl<br />
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“They call me everything...just walking down the hall...every minute of everyday. What will you do that's any different than what anyone else has done to stop it? Nothing.”<br />
-9th grade boy<br />
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These are real children. Real lives. Real pain. I hear these things more often than I should; kids looking at me, begging me, to help them. And quite honestly, sometimes I can't. Unfortunately, many adults, including those in education and counseling, think that bullying is not a big deal. They believe it is a rite of passage, something everyone goes through. But that is simply not true.<br />
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I often speak to and train adults and children about bullying/harassment prevention and intervention. It is a part of my overall focus on violence issues. When I first became involved with the issue of bullying, I was skeptical. I mean, I came from a family with 3 brothers, lots of sports and some big egos. But as I learned more, saw the numbers and became aware of the effects on those who are bullied and those who bully, my attitudes began to shift.<br />
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First, I had to realize that bullying wasn't that back and forth picking that goes on between friends. Heck, if that were true, my friends and I would all be victims and bullies. Bullying takes place when someone who has more power than someone else hurts someone, physically or emotionally, over and over again. That power definitely does not always translate to size. More often than not, it has to do with status or popularity. Bullying takes different forms: physical, emotional and social. Many means are used. Some were around when we were kids. But, many were not. Consider cyber-bullying. If someone had a bad picture of you when you were younger, it could be destroyed. Now, it can live on forever in cyber-space. It can be altered to look like anything and posted all over the web. Hateful words a kid would never say face to face now get sent with the simple touch of a cellphone button. Then, that same message or picture can be sent to countless people in an instant.<br />
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Approximately 150,000 kids stay home from school daily because of fear. Yes, you read that right. Many more suffer in silence day in and day out. Suicide is the third leading cause of death for 15- to 24-year-olds, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), surpassed only by accidents and homicide. The number each year is approximately 4500. Four thousand five hundred young people. That is 4500 too many.<br />
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Children who are bullied are more likely to drop out of school, experience illness and depression, use drugs and/or alcohol, and yes, have thoughts of suicide. On the other side, children who bully also have negative consequences. By the age 24, six out of ten youth identified as bullies will have a criminal record. Unless they are taught and develop empathy, they will continue down the negative path.<br />
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Not every child can stand up to bullies on their own. Many need extra support and understanding. This does not mean they are weak or “wimpy.” It doesn't mean they will always be bullied. Most children who are given the support they need and taught the skills they need will go on to be healthy, productive adults. Young people are amazingly resilient.<br />
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We need to intervene to stop the bullies as well. If a school is not taking the necessary steps to stop it, go higher. Do not stop until it stops. Unfortunately, I have too many stories I could share about parents living with horrible guilt after their child's suicide. They told the school. They thought they had handled it. They didn't follow up. <br />
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Put aside whatever biases you may have. Every child is our child. Every boy and girl should be protected until they can protect themselves. Mentor. Model the right behaviors and responses to overcome the struggles they face. Treat others the way you want your child to treat others; and the way you want them to be treated. Things aren't the same as they were when you and I were kids. True, there are some common themes. But, the youth of today face obstacles, challenges and behaviors we did not have to face. Listen to what your kids are saying-not just with their words. Pay attention to their lives. Be aware of changes like frequent illnesses, a drop in grades, loss of interest in social events, becoming withdrawn, sadness that lasts more than a few days and any other sudden changes. Kids speak to us in many ways and very little of what they have to say actually comes from their words.<br />
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I carry the picture of one young lady in my head to remind me why I do what I do. She was called all those words we are, unfortunately, so used to hearing; words that kids hear everyday. Fat. Ugly. Whore. Stupid. Dumb. She took her life on a very lonely afternoon. She will not be forgotten.<br />
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-Matt<br />
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*If you would like more information about bullying, there are many good places to look. Two sources I recommend are www.starsnashville.org and www.olweus.org .Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-6656248385323578962011-12-31T15:10:00.001-06:002012-08-26T20:15:57.684-05:00We Will Rise<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Originally posted on 9/29/10. Update on 5/11/12.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"We Will Rise"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all do</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we will rise</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I'm coming back together</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm standing up again</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you next to me</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I need you with me my friend</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all do</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we will rise</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I see the other side of this</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's better than before</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll carry you my friend</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We'll run, we'll walk, we will crawl</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And we'll rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all do</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we will rise</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This world will not steal our life</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This earth won't drain all our strength</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know you're sick, I know you're tired</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I will stare down death with you</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you will rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all do</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all fall apart</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we will rise</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My friend</span><br />
<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What is friendship? What does it mean to be with someone, really be with someone? What are we promising when we say we will stand together? Can we honestly tell someone we will walk beside them no matter what? </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if doing so will result in your own reputation getting damaged? What if the choices they are making go against your own moral code?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We throw around statements of commitment so easily when life is good and our friends haven't betrayed our trust in some way, or made huge mistakes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What kind of friend am I? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't say that I have always stuck around when someone to whom I claim to be connected has stepped outside my comfort space. What would you do if you found out your closest friend was committing some moral "crime"? What if they committed an actual crime? What if you discovered they were in the life draining hold of addiction? Would you claim “tough love” and distance yourself until they are back on their feet again? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are all broken.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are all in need of healing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over the past few years, I have, with each passing day, been trying to live a better story. Instead of being a character that is good for a few laughs and some decent times, I'm trying to be a person of substance, surrounded by people I love well. I refuse to be quick to let go. With every good thing in me, I am trying to intentionally stay. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No matter what mistakes are made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The lyrics at the beginning of this post are from a song I am in the process of writing. I began writing it recently after a very long conversation with someone I was considering walking away from. It's devastating to watch someone slowly take their own life because they are completely trapped in the hands of something they no longer control, but controls them. I deal with these things professionally, but I find I have a lot less patience in my personal life than I do in my professional life. I can listen to clients detail their choices in every dark detail and not miss a single beat. I'm not so measured personally. In fact, I sit in judgment far too often. I'm not saying we shouldn't speak into the lives of those we love. Part of friendship is giving a metaphorical kick in the backside when we see a friend messing up their life. We should. But, then we can't just walk away. I'm not talking about staying in unhealthy relationships (That's an entire blog itself). I'm focusing more on our brothers, sisters...friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When someone struggles with cancer or other health problems, we immediately rally to their side. It's easy. Who wouldn't stand up for someone literally staring death in the face? It gets a little less clear when the infliction is seemingly self-imposed. It gives us an exit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I don't want to make that exit anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those of us who believe in a grace given to us freely need to remember that gift more often. I love the following lyrics from the song <i>"Beyond Justice To Mercy,"</i> written by <i style="text-align: -webkit-center;">Billy Smiley, Paula Carpenter, and Susan Ashton</i>:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">I know we don't see eye to eye</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We've let angry hearts flare and the bitter words fly </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">The common ground we used to share </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Is harder to find but I believe that it's still there. </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">I don't know if now is the time </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">To surrender the silence between your heart and mine </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">But the love that I've chosen cries out to be spoken </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Leaving the heartache behind. </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Chorus: </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We must reach out beyond justice to mercy </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Going more than halfway to forgive </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">And though the distance seems so far </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">The love that used to hold our hearts </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Longs to take us beyond justice to mercy. </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">It doesn't matter who's to blame </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">The love that I have for you is still the same </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">A tender voice is calling me </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">To that place of compassion where hearts run pure and free </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Where the hunger for vengeance gives way to repentance </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Where love will teach us to see. </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We can reach out beyond justice to mercy </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Going more than halfway to forgive </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">And though the distance seems so far </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">The love that used to hold our hearts </span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-left;">Longs to take us beyond justice to mercy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, in the song "<i>We Are Not As Strong As We Think We Are," </i>Rich Mullins offers this thought:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, it took the hand of God Almighty </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But it only took one little lie </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Arrogance isn't really strength. It is simply insecurity dressed up in loud costumes. Individuality doesn't require that you stand alone, never asking for help. And justice doesn't have to mean there are no more chances.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to wrap every ounce of mercy that I have around those with whom I travel this life. I want to release any strength I possess to those who are powerless. I want to give my companionship to those who suffer alone (even when they are surrounded by many).</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMsuBzjc6V1g-dSkkC3BpM6Dg4hqXijjRu8uSPnBWjg7_d1Ss_NyKiEZuDyXe83SgLTcRvh_w1vumEbi9Lx1JFWTY1YvmThWrhsAm4IgjDGs0KUeffxrHibrF_6irsEqLcOvsjozBfVbr/s1600/reverb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMsuBzjc6V1g-dSkkC3BpM6Dg4hqXijjRu8uSPnBWjg7_d1Ss_NyKiEZuDyXe83SgLTcRvh_w1vumEbi9Lx1JFWTY1YvmThWrhsAm4IgjDGs0KUeffxrHibrF_6irsEqLcOvsjozBfVbr/s320/reverb.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And when the fallen one gets back up, I want to rise with my friend. I want us to tell the story together, a little messier, but stronger than we were before. We will not be weighted by shame, but lifted by lessons well learned and scars fully earned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No matter how broken, mistaken, abandoned, or wrong we might have been, it is never too late to begin again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will rise. We will rise.</span><br />
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Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-12620063690762129202011-12-31T15:09:00.000-06:002012-05-27T09:28:03.056-05:00Amazing Messy Memories<div><p>(Originally posted on 8/29/10. Updated 5/27/12)</p>
<p>It seems like Sunday afternoons tend to become times of inventory for me. They usually find me listening to music, often from years gone by, with no TV or books or conversation. I love these times. I need these times. Life moves too quickly and the noise I surround myself with numbs my ears from hearing the gentle voice that comes from somewhere outside of time. It's not uncommon for me to look up and realize that several hours have gone by while I have been lost in memories, thoughts and questions. </p>
<p>These times remind me of a different period in life when i was always on the verge of something new; unsettled but moving forward. Certain sounds, like falling rain, or even smells, like the crisp scent of the air in the first days of Fall, take me to locations in my head. Funny thing is, when I think about it, some of the places and times I go to weren't particularly good. In fact, they are often filled with uncertainty, doubts and, at times, even depression. But, I need to recall those moments. They help me remember who I was and who I am; where I have been and where I am. They help me remember to feel. As we get older, we become more settled, but sometimes that comes at the cost of not feeling as much. Life can become static and almost too even. </p>
<p>Memory is a powerful thing. It's a deeply spiritual thing. It can bring back those we have lost and connect us to times that will never come again. It can also remind us of places to which we never want to return. Ignoring our memories does no good. When we choose to forget, we choose to repeat mistakes, fall for lies and love the same wrong person (just with different faces) over and over again. Then we wake up on a Monday morning, having great difficulty facing another week of the same.</p>
<p>Thank God for Sunday afternoons. This past week was relentless in its march through time. I just don't think I was ready for it. It rattled me a little - forced me to stop. And I couldn't be more thankful. I don't know if you're anything like me, but I too often fill up my life with events and people and books and shows and, well, the list goes on and on. These are all good things and living like this makes things easier. But it can also sedate the soul. We are all meant to be so much more than this.</p>
<p>I want to reconcile who I was with who I am a little more. It's amazing to truly connect the journey's watermarks. It's true, I have made mistakes. We all have. But it is also true that I have lived many triumphs. And I've been given countless gifts. </p>
<p>Funny things is, hardly any of those gifts I hold to involve material things (Though, I still remember the feeling of driving the first car I bought after moving to Nashville). No, most of the gifts I have stored in my memory involve loving well. </p>
<p>I remember laughing uncontrollably while writing one of my first songs with my Aunt in Baltimore at my grandparents' house. I remember going to “Christmas Village” with my family when I was young (And I remember every Christmas morning). Then , there were the “theme” dinners we used to do. They were always crazy and we required that everyone dress in character. I remember going forward at the Rock Church in Towson, Maryland when I was 15. That night changed the course of my life . </p>
<p>There are so many moments-having drinks with friends, singing at my mom's wedding, recording my first record, college days at the dorm, bringing my dog home for the first time, seeing the band “Love Coma” live, watching Mike Birbiglia in a tiny club in New York, falling in love with Jessica when I heard her sing “There's a Place for Us” during auditions for “West Side Story,” taking care of Charles (a mentally challenged man who live with me for several years after his parents died), singing live for the first time, playing baseball with my dad, coaching baseball, going to my first Christmas Eve party with my brothers (They had been meeting for years...I was finally old enough to come), working at “My Friend's House” group home, playing in the creek with my childhood friend Susie, spending entire Saturday afternoons traveling around Nashville looking for new music at record stores like Tower and Great Escape, Monday night football with my friends in Baltimore during the 8 months I lived there again after college, listening to my grandparents sing, and on and on.</p>
<p>I love Sunday afternoons. Yes, they remind me of some regrets. But, mostly they just remind me that, in the words of Michael Been and The Call, “I still believe.” I still believe that this whole thing is an amazing, messy gift from God. I just need to take the time more often to unwrap the gift. It's always there.</p>
<p>I hope I never allow the noise of everyday life to fade these truths, these memories.</p>
<p>-Matt</p>
</div>Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-46252134798840049152011-12-31T15:06:00.000-06:002011-12-31T17:30:42.916-06:00Send It Away(Originally posted on 7/13/10)<br />
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Click on the following link to hear the song that inspired this post:<br />
<a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_2256147">"I Forgive" (from the Matt Gress album "The Other Side of Interruption")</a><br />
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I forgive. <br />
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I forgive. <br />
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Let those words escape through your lips for a moment. Just saying those two seemingly simple words feels like a release. Those words change things. They alter lives, heal hurts, bring us together, divert paths, break us down, clean us up...give us new life...mark new beginnings.<br />
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But those words aren't simple. <br />
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People are jerks sometimes. People do horrible things. They lie, steal, cheat, betray, gossip, leave, abandon, forget, and on and on. How can we possibly forgive someone when they do these things? Why should we?<br />
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Life is a process and I will never say that I have even remotely figured it out. But, I have at least started to figure out a few things. One of them is forgiveness. <br />
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Anger is a truly destructive thing. It can cause us to commit a multitude of terrible acts. But, it can also eat away at our own lives. It can erode our internal asset of resiliency. It steals our peace.<br />
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Most of the time, we don't even realize...or want to realize...what is going on with our lives. <br />
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I have come to the conclusion that life is almost completely about relationships. Our relationships to people, things, ourselves, our needs, our desires, our Creator, our world. When we are shackled by one of these relationships, we never fully feel OK.<br />
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"I forgive" <br />
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Those words can help us get closer to OK. People often make the mistaken assumption that if you forgive you have to forget. That is not true. I am not God. You are not God. We cannot forget. Just because you offer forgiveness to someone doesn't mean they shouldn't face consequences. It just means that you refuse to allow them to steal anymore of your life from you. Let it go.<br />
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There are ancient words that we find in writings we call the Old and New Testament. There is a lot of wisdom in these words. I particularly love the Greek words for forgive/forgiveness. One is Charizomai, from the word Charis, which means grace. We're pretty familiar with that idea. At least we should be. We all screw up enough to need grace at least once in a while. (If you don't, please contact me. I need to know how you do it! ) The other word is aphiemi, which means to send away. love this concept. To forgive is to send it away. Get rid of it. Send it completely away. Imagine if you lived like that. What would happen if you literally extended grace and sent the issue away? You might not feel so negatively connected to the person who is in the middle of the issue. You may even reconcile. You might move on.<br />
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When we forgive, it is much more for ourselves than the other person. <br />
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Try it today. Try to "send it away." Attempt grace the best you can. Free yourself form the junk everyone else is dragging around. Escape the prison you've allowed someone to build around you. Forgive, as completely as you can, right now. It's a process. But, the process has to start somewhere.<br />
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I forgive.<br />
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I forgive.<br />
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Let those words escape your lips.Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-74689317640499212132011-12-31T15:04:00.001-06:002014-06-21T20:56:27.646-05:00A Poem<p dir="ltr">(Originally posted on 6/23/10)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fury. <br>
There's a never-ending fury in your body.<br>
And still, I am drawn to you.<br>
Power. <br>
Waves of overwhelming power crash inside your winds.<br>
Yet I, I want to be near you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You embrace so much life.<br>
Life abides in you, takes from you, is taken by you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Persistent.<br>
I can see no end to you, to your movement.<br>
Chaotic.<br>
Yet I hear peace in your ebb, in your noise.<br>
Destructive.<br>
But when my wounds feel the salt in your comfort, healing begins.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I will always need you.<br>
Always.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"The Ocean" by Matthew Scott Gress</p>
Matt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-34478727683693251182011-12-31T15:01:00.001-06:002011-12-31T15:29:49.088-06:00You Don't Have To Smile.(Originally posted on 5/16/10)<br />
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It had been six days since the flood came and overwhelmed Nashville. Many had lost much; some had lost everything. I was fortunate. My home was relatively untouched. Though, as of that Friday, my internet, TV and phone/cell still weren't working. Electricity was spotty at best. <br />
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I know it's not even close to the devastation so many are experiencing, but on that day, I was beyond frustrated and feeling a bit under the weather. Thankfully, I had been booked for a speaking gig in Gatlinburg and was on my way out of town for a week.<br />
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So, I packed my bags and headed for the mountains. On my way, I stopped to pick up some snacks at the Walmart in the heart of one of the areas greatly impacted by the flood. I was in a rush when I brought my items up to the cashier. But, when I approached her, I saw something in her expression. She had a pleasant smile, but it just seemed like she was barely holding on. It was one of those moments we all have from time to time, when we realize we should say something to some one. Too often, we ignore that prompt in our gut. That day, I listened. <br />
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As I put my items down, I asked her very deliberately, "How are you doing right now?" It wasn't the standard "How's it going?", that we don't really want someone to answer. I was intentional. I looked straight into her eyes. She paused, took a breath, and said "I'm not doing very good. I lost it all." In one moment, we connected. Before I could think about it, all I said was "You don't have to smile right now." Not very profound. But, her response floored me. "That is the best gift I have gotten in a while." She let go and suddenly a less forced, small grin came across her face. She then handed me my change. It was a penny. She took my hand and placed it into my palm and said "Hold on to this. You don''t understand how valuable it might be one day." I almost lost it on the way out of the store.<br />
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This wasn't a huge event. It won't appear in the newspaper and I didn't do anything extraordinary. But, it was one of those moments that I will never forget. It changes you. It changed me. It's those small moments of connection that make up a life. It's those moments that bring us closer to who we are all meant to be.<br />
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That kind lady is still in my thoughts and prayers. Will you remember her today as well? While you're at it, remember all who are struggling in Tennessee right now. We can use it.<br />
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Take care of yourself,<br />
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MattMatt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245430006351190130.post-19236953758236209492011-12-31T15:00:00.001-06:002011-12-31T15:30:15.422-06:00Rest. Music.(Originally posted on 4/19/10)<br />
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Slow Down. Get away. Lose the phone (or at least don't answer calls). Don't take care of any one else for a little while. <br />
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Do any of those statements make you nervous? You are not alone. It's funny, but even as I was writing the last sentence, I almost erased it so that no one would argue that I was sounding selfish.<br />
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Sometimes we just need to rest. Anyone who knows me knows that I believe we need to help each other. But, you can't really care for anyone if you're not healthy. I know this next statement might get someone a little agitated, but here goes: I DON'T REALLY AGREE WITH THE FIRST LINE OF THE "PURPOSE DRIVEN..." BOOK. You know the one that says "it's not about you." That is such a co-dependent, sounds good on the surface statement. One of those things you see on a plaque or stitched on a pillow. Trust me, I get the message. We shouldn't be so self-centered and selfish. I obviously agree with that. But, I believe that statement, when lived to the fullest, is at the heart of all of the masks we wear and facades we portray. If that statement is true, than we should never show hurt or doubt or damage. Otherwise, it becomes about us. It leads to a performance based life that requires us to tally up how much we do for everyone else. I used to live like that. I have always been a compassionate person...at least in my actions. But, honestly, I didn't really care. Not beyond it just being something I did; I was supposed to do.<br />
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But, when I was alone, without my "projects," I didn't really like what I was. I was broken. I still am (just not as much). As Brennan Manning would say, I was living as my "Imposter". Try spending an hour with yourself. No other voices. No other sounds. Can you do it? <br />
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You see, I think ultimately it is about each one of us. We were each created lovingly and uniquely. Obviously, I'm not advocating selfish living. I just want us to sometimes be. Just be. I know this sounds trite, but we are called human beings, not human doings. What you'll find is that if you start the process of rebuilding your own strength and connecting with your own life, you'll want to help other people. You'll have so much more to give.<br />
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So, get some rest. Find some new strength. Connect with the Creator. I recommend playing some music. Let it take you somewhere. Lately, I've been listening to some music from my teenage years. It takes me to good places. It reminds me of the dreams I had. Some I have lived and some I have let fade away. Those old songs have reminded me that it's never really too late to start things again...until we're gone. I've also been throwing in some Dylan "I Threw It All Away", Radiohead "Karma Police", 77s "Do It For Love", Etta James "Seven Day Fool", Dave Barnes "Little Lies", Mark Heard "Strong Hand of Love" and on and on.<br />
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Find your time. Locate your place. Enjoy the gifts we have been given. I can't think of much that is finer than music...and rest.<br />
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Take care of yourself,<br />
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MattMatt Gresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01862745858722987959noreply@blogger.com0