Fight the Good Fight

The Canadian band Triumph wrote a song in the 1980’s called “Fight the Good Fight.”  That was one of a handful of songs that got me through adolescence.

My faith was developing at that time, and that song seemed to put “faith talk” into  simple rock n’ roll lyrics, supported by a powerful guitar riff.  It fortified me many a day.

I always thought that title must come or at least be inspired by scripture.  This was the passage I always assumed it came from.

At the memorial service for my buddy’s dad last weekend, this was on the photo card they handed out.

AMEN.

 2 Timothy 4 
New International Version

1In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: 2Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. 3For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. 4They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. 5But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.

6For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. 7I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 8Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.

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Hawkmoon 269

29 years later, these lyrics still speak to me.   Wanted to share.  Enjoy the journey through Hawkmoon.

Hawkmoon 269
Written by U2 (Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson)
[Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group]

Like a desert needs rain
Like a town needs a name
I need your love

Like a drifter needs a room
Hawkmoon
I need your love
I need your love

Like a rhythm unbroken
Like drums in the night
Like sweet soul music
Like sunlight
I need your love

Like coming home
And you don’t know where you’ve been
Like black coffee
Like nicotine
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)

When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love
I need your love

Like a Phoenix rising needs a holy tree
Like the sweet revenge of a bitter enemy
I need your love

Like the hot needs the sun
Like honey on her tongue
Like the muzzle of a gun
Like oxygen
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)

When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love

I need your love
Whoa!
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

Like thunder needs rain
Like a preacher needs pain
Like tongues of flame
Like a sheet stained
I need your love
I need your love

Like a needle needs a vein
Like someone to blame
Like a thought unchained
Like a runaway train
I need your love

I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

Like faith needs a doubt
Like a freeway out
I need your love

Like powder needs a spark
Like lies need the dark
I need your love

In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love
In the heart of the heat of the love

And there’s the song.

GOOD.

 

G-H-O-S-T

Lately I’ve been thinking more and more about what games I can play with my kids as they get older.  This one fits the bill.  No screen, no board, no cards; all you need is a few peeps (two or more, actually), their brains, and a good attitude toward having some fun.

This game and post content courtesy of Mr. Seth Godin.  All credit due is to that fine gentleman.

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This is my favorite game.

It doesn’t involve a board, there are no cards and it’s free to play. It works for two to six players.

You can do it in a car or a plane, it works great for two, and if you’re kind, you can play it with someone less skilled than you.

The more you play, the deeper and more fun the strategies go.

I thought I’d share the rules here, because more g-h-o-s-t is good g-h-o-s-t.Summary:

Go around the circle of players and each person adds a letter to a spoken string, striving to not be the person who actually makes the string of letters into a word.Players go one at a time, in order.

Of course, you can sit anywhere you like.

When each player has taken his or her turn, begin again with the first player.To play a round, someone says a letter.

The next person in the order has to add a letter to the first, beginning a word.

For example, the first person might begin by saying, “y” and then, the next person could say, “o”.

The third could say “u” because three letters don’t count as a word.

Beginning with the fourth letter, the goal is to not complete the word. So, if the letters are y-o-u from the first three players, the fourth player shouldn’t say “r” because that would make a word.

But it’s fine to say “t”.

If, on your turn, you are stuck and there’s no choice but to say a letter that completes a word (in this case, “h”), you lose the round.

Every time you lose a round, you get stuck with another letter in the word ‘ghost’, hence the name of the game. If you lose five rounds, you’re out of the game. The last person left, wins.

If you lose a round, it’s your turn to start the next round by picking a new letter.

Okay, three simple complications:

1. The letter you say has to create a possible word. So if the string is, “y-o-u”, you can’t say, “x”. (Unless you’re bluffing, see rule 2).

2. If the person before you says a letter that you believe is impossible, you can challenge their play. If they can respond with a legal word, you lose the round. If they can’t, because they were bluffing or in error, they lose the round.

3. No proper nouns, no contractions, no hyphens, no acronyms, no abbreviations. These words don’t exist in the game.

And the big complication, the one that changes everything and makes this a game for the ages:  Once you get the hang of it, the group can play reverso.

This means that when it’s your turn, you’re allowed to add a letter before the string, if you choose, instead of after.

So now, words can be built in either direction, and game becomes magical. ‘y-o-u’ can now become ‘a-y-o-u’ and then ‘b-a-y-o-u’.’r-d-s-c-r’ for example, isn’t worth challenging, because ‘hardscrabble’ is a word.

If you want to play reverso g-h-o-s-t as a finite game, with thrown elbows and strategy, it makes a terrific two-player game.

If you want to play it as an infinite game, setting up friends and family to do ever better, a game that never ends and has wordcraft and humor to it, you can do that as well.

Have fun.

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And if you want more from Seth Godin?  Well, he’s got a bunch.  Check him out here.

Freewill

“Freewill.”

The only way to live.  Central to our humanity, I would humbly suggest.

This song was in my head when I woke up this morning.  That was a sign it was suitable for today’s post.   One of the best pieces of lyric Neil Peart put together, in the long litany of his hundreds of songs written over forty years.

Here you go…ENJOY.

Bank: RUSH;  Year: 1980;  Album: Permanent Waves

Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson
Lyrics by Neil Peart

There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
“The stars aren’t aligned –
Or the gods are malign”
Blame is better to give than receive

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose free will.
There are those who think that
They were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them
They weren’t born in Lotus-Land.

All pre-ordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can’t pray for a place
In Heaven’s unearthly estate

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
That’s far too fleet…

And the song?  HERE.

You’re Welcome!

Monday Motivation amounts to this:

Take a few deep breaths to center your resolve for the day.

Think about what you’re grateful for; if you’re a prayer sorta person, put it in prayer form.

Consider all the folks you know who are struggling, and pray for them too.

Get a little exercise, early early, to frame the day.

Look at your list from your last work day, scan your notes, see where things were left via your Sent Mail Folder.

And then?

Well, then do it to it.  Get after the day. Make it good for yourself, and help others.

You got this.  You can handle it.  Make it so.

Up One Side, Down The Other

It was just a short while ago we were walking up the hill in old town. It’s a good metaphor for the euphoric feelings we had going into the day. 

After a road trip out early morning, we enjoyed a great day of celebration for one of my wife’s cousins.

Fun to be part of the nuptial festivities, good to be with family, had several nice conversations, our kids had a ball, it was great.

Then today, we started down the hill to Monday. Errands, chores, some family accounting, and a few more chores.  An evening walk was certainly one of the highlights; and all three kids ate their dinner, another bonus for sure. 

And just like that, Monday’s a few hours away. At least it’s downhill. 

🙂

Tangled Up

Tangled up.  It can be a good thing, or a bad thing, depending on your circumstances, and…what for it…your attitude.

If it’s a bad situation, you’re trying to figure out how to get out.  If it’s REALLY bad situation, you’re maybe panicking as you struggle to break free.   You’re probably a little anxious (or a lot), you’re scrambling in your mind to get yourself loose.

On the other hand, if it’s a good situation, you’re pretty happy to the embraced by whatever the situation happens to be.   You’re enjoying the experience, wondering how long it will go on.  If it’s REALLY good, you hope it goes on for a long while.

You can be tangled up figuratively, or literally.   You could be caught up in barbed wire (ouch), or a child’s embrace (ahhh), or a conversation you’d rather not be having, or one you’re really enjoying, as the sun comes up after talking all night.

Regardless, I think the message is the same:  Be present.  Be very present.  If you need to get out, you need your full concentration to come up with an escape plan to execute.  If you don’t want it to end, soak up every second, with all five senses, and be there.

Either way, make the most of the situation.

Make it GOOD.