Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunday Sermon (Picking up the Pieces... )

¡Hola! Everybody...
The stupidest thing I’m seeing this week concerns the so-called “protest” against Obama’s commencement address at Notre Dame. First, there are perhaps one dozen people doing the protesting. Why is this news? Secondly, a plurality of Catholics approve of Obama speaking at Notre Dame. Finally, where were these people when Bush, he certainly espoused anti-Christian values (war, death penalty, etc.)?

Can you say... hypocrites?!!

I’m on the way out -- I have to work today. I get paid to talk, isn’t that something? LOL I might use a version of the following...

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-=[ The Starfish Story ]=-

Early one morning a man was walking along the beach, watching the ocean waves breaking on the shore, and he saw a most unusual thing. He saw that the beach was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed up on shore and were dying in the sun. Far down the beach in the distance, he could see a young woman picking up starfish and throwing them back in the ocean, one at a time.

When he was close enough to her to be heard above the waves the man said, “You’re wasting your time. There are thousands of starfish here. You can't possibly make any difference.” The young woman reached down, picked up a starfish, and threw it as far as she could, back into the sea. “I made a difference to that one,” she said, and she reached down to pick up another.

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The message and implication of the story is clear -- all our actions reverberate, making an indelible impact, however small, in the fabric of our interconnectedness. But I also use this story to illustrate another, more personal, but equally important point.

Sometimes, when we awaken from the wreckage of our past and attempt to pick up the pieces, it may seem like an impossible task. Like the seashore littered with all those thousands of starfish, it may seem to us that nothing we do will make a difference. But as in the story, the point is to make the commitment to pick up the pieces. Every little action you take, one day at a time -- sometimes one breath at a time -- makes all the difference. The point isn’t found in perfection, it is uncovered in the practice.

One by one, you pick up the pieces... Over there, the pieces of your shattered heart, by that rock, the shards of your mind, there, blowing in the wind, your withered soul. You pick them up one by one, lovingly, with compassion, and you give them sustenance and one day you look and you are more whole, more balanced, and you will feel how far you have journeyed.

And in that way the reverberations you send out leave an indelible mark on the fabric of all that is connected and bring back to life all the dead zones within you.




  1. Thank you, thank you, thank you...
    As much as I hate to agree with you sometimes (por sucio!)lol
    I have to do so on this one...
    My son and I go to the beach often, as I walk my 3 miles there... and on our way back we always get close to "la orilla" to throw back, CLAMS!!! LOL... he is very much into this since I explained to him the aforementioned a long time ago...
    I planted the seeds there for him to understand,comprehend and sow "el fruto de sus semillas" I can only hope that he continues this trend in his daily far he has demonstrated his kindness in more ways than one...


  2. @Loba: You know you love me! LOL Bless your son! Thanks for sharing that, hun.


  3. Good post. Perhaps people do not realize how interconnected we really are. Just small acts, whether they be acts of kindness or acts of malice, reverberate throughout our society.

  4. @Max: So true and perhaps if we extend those acts of kindness to ourselves, we can then radiate that outward.

  5. I used to hate myself for becoming what I had become by living a very self-destructive life. It took me becoming active in helping others as my starting point to recovery.

    Love & Humility...

    one day at a time with one foot in front of the other I try to keep it moving bro.

  6. Very true. I've been thinking of this analogy lately, trying to apply it to my own life.
    I am learing not to say 'whatever I do doesn't matter'.
    Even though it might feel like it sometimes.


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