Integrity on Ice

During Quaker meeting, a gentleman spoke about an booked called, The Martyr’s Mirror. As he explained, it was written to document the sacrifices of Christians, and especial Anabapists, a religious sect that preceded Quakers, Mennonites, and Amish. You can find a great entry on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martyrs_Mirror

The book features a number of woodcut illustrations, including one that is probably its most compelling, a depiction of an Anabaptist fleeing for his life as a sheriff chases him across a frozen lake. The ice is thin.

Suddenly, the sheriff falls through the ice into the freezing water. The Anabaptist runs back to the sheriff and pulls him out of what would otherwise have been his icy grave.

The sheriff forthwith arrests the Anabapist who is soon tried, convicted, and burned at the stake.

Integrity guarantees neither our success or comfort. in the ordinary sense of those words. But it does guarantee that our internal dialogue, our story, our "take" on the events that shape our lives, is true and faithful to the original.

The struggle act in fidelity to our own eternal God-given values, the ones found in our heart of hearts has occurred since the beginning of creation. Every single decision we make–even the most insignificant–leaves an indelible mark on the trail we follow. Gertrude Stein, in her book, The Making of Americans, goes even further when she maintains that the expression of a single man or woman’s story is a complete rendering of the larger story of men or women as a whole.

Accordingly, our decisions are holistically Everyman’s or Everywoman’s.

That’s big!

Your life is never an outtake, cut from the final version of the film that captures the essence of your life. Neither are your decisions to act in true fidelity with your God-consciousness, the still, small voice within, inconsequential.

Knowing this, what would you choose today? What would you do on the ice? I’ll bet you’d beautifully be the best expression of God’s kingdom on earth.

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About danashields

I am a father to a wonderful son, Brendan, of whom I am so proud. I'm a husband to Jann who's my bliss cookie.

Originally from the shoe mill town of Auburn, New York, on the Genesee River, and the home of such greats as Harriet Tubman, William Seward, Abner Doubleday, and world renown accordionist, Frank Mucedola, I have lived variously in New Hampshire, New Mexico, Colorado, Sarasota Florida, Suffolk, England, and Northhamptonshire, England; I currently reside in a wildlife sanctuary north of Atlanta, Mountain Park, Georgia (there isn't a decent accordionist in the whole of Georgia).

I'm a proponent of the cultivation of algae biofuels, the deployment of windfarms, and the proffering of self-congratulatory hugs as a Strategic Defense Initiative against the tyranny of glumliness. It's possible that the ONLY human qualities that will help us stave off our current global finance disaster will be unceasing silliness, rowdy muzak, and super comfortable footware.

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Favorite Movie: Cold Comfort Farm or maybe Mind the Gap;

Worst Movie: The Secret;

Favorite Novel: Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow;

Favorite Poem: When Kingfishers Catch Fire, by Gerard Manley Hopkins;

Favorite Old Time Revival Singer: Krishna Das (and I do mean Praise the Lord);

Favorite Dog: both of them.

Favorite Instructional Manual: Girl Mark's Biodiesel Homebrew Guide

Favorite Hobbies: converting diesels to run on waste veggie oil; growing herloom tomatoes, p2p microlending on Kiva.org

Favorite Quote: "The plants talked to me and told me they crave water." from the movie, Idiocracy;

Currently Reading: The Known World, a compelling novel about a black slave owner in Virginia. Also reading Alex de Tocqueville's Democracy in America, a classic so good that it ought to be banned or burned.

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