Embrace Change in 2009!

2009-07-12T10:43:00.000-07:00

I’ve been reading (using) a daily journal called “Spirit is Calling” by Edward Viljoen – better said; I began the year using it.

Today, ensconced in the surroundings of being back in the comfort of my den, I reached for it once more.As I opened to read the lesson of the day, I noticed that I had last opened the book on April 7th. I paused and asked myself – “What happened on April 8th? Why did I stop?”

The answer: It was on April 8th that I decided it was time for me to return to my house – to my home. In February of 2008, I needed to step away from the home that I thought was to be “our” home. Grieving twelve years of lost expectations had taken its toll and I needed to step away. Now, that I had decided it was time for me to make the house “my home”, I still had fears. I feared the walls would still seep with memories of “us”.

Regardless of my fears, I took the risk. When I opened the door, what I found was shocking. Warped hardwood floors, dirty walls, and backyard that had been ignored for 14 months. Needless to say, not one old memory remained. I could not recognize this house, as anything I would have once called my home. In truth, this disaster was actually a blessing.

I found myself surrounded by friends that jumped in and within 90-days transformed what looked like an abandon rental, into a house that I’m willing to proclaim as “my” home. So today I am so very grateful that the universe sent me the right people, at the right time, to walk with me through this transition.

Thank you Jeff, Deb, Eric and Matthew, the tiling, cutting, drilling, lifting, touting, hanging and moving were effortless because of your willing to help out. And a very special thank you to Diane, who sanded, buffed and painted each and every inch of wall, ceiling, and cabinetry.

I have often said that when the challenge seems too much – just move one rock. 90 days ago, I didn’t know where to begin – but they did. They taught me that it didn’t matter which rock was moved first, just start shoveling and don’t look back.

It’s good to be home.

Surround Yourself with Powerful Woman

2009-07-09T14:55:00.000-07:00

A seminar I attended aimed to encourage executive management to recruit and retain women in a typically male-dominated auto-manufacturing environment. I was already on board for that cause, but as a human resources executive, attendance was mandatory. Perhaps, I looked bored. Maybe the facilitator thought I looked “safe.” But suddenly I was singled out.

She asked: “Who is the most successful woman you know?” and, “who is the most powerful?” The facilitator mistook my delay in responding as an indication I couldn’t name one powerful woman in my life. “Mr. Elliott, can’t you name one woman that you’d consider to be powerful?”

“Oh yes — I can name a dozen.”

She thought I was being sarcastic, but I could easily name 12 powerful women in my life. Most of the other men in the seminar mentioned their wives or a great teacher. But at the end of the day, could only come up with only two or three names.

I left the seminar in a reflective mood. Proud that in my life I’m surrounded by women who are newspaper editors, elected officials, business owners, spiritual leaders, teachers, nonprofit leaders, corporate executives, and home technicians that are all powerful women.

As I drove away, I reflected on the last question of the day: “What aspect of their power influences you or touches you the most?” For me the answer was easy: “Laughter.” All these women love life and love to laugh.

A few years ago, I was visiting two of my friends in their home in Las Vegas. I was in another room, but from the adjoining room, I could hear Vera’s laughter. It was spontaneous, unedited and full of joy. For the first time in my life, I knew what joy sounded like. I could write volumes on this woman’s powerful journey, but for now I’ll say that when I hear her laughter, I know that all is right with the world.

If I have a day when I’m feeling particularly blue, all I need do is conjure up the sound of Vera’s laughter in my mind. I’m immediately healed. Now that’s power.So if you want to be successful, surround yourself with powerful women — women who can laugh.

• Thinking Out Loud runs occasionally in Our Town. To reach Jack, write him at jackrelliott@yahoo.com or call 209 830-7724.

Do You Know Your Neighbors?

2009-04-18T14:20:00.000-07:00

Recently I have been exploring cyber-social networking. One week after joining Facebook, I had nearly 100 friends in my network. I was connected to whom I wanted to be connected; then I heard from the sibling of elementary school chum.

Siblings of school chums? Why? Do I need to know that Dane Starbuck, the younger brother of my best friend in high school, is attending his son’s soccer game in Carmel Indiana. Even so, curiosity had me “Googling” Dane just to see if I could find out something about his brother Steve. What came up in my search were two books Dane had written about my hometown of Winchester Indiana.

One, a biography about Pierre Goodrich a former Governor of Indiana. The other book was a novel “To Love an African Violet”. Then next thing I knew, I was ordering the book on Amazon.com. It arrived last Wednesday.

Thursday morning I was numb from all the news of Sandra Cantu. I just couldn’t take anymore news. As a diversion, I decided to read Dane’s book hoping that it would take my mind off my sadness. About 100 pages in Dane describe an event in the one of his characters life that came directly from my childhood.

“I was comforted by familiar sounds of the trains rumbling through our backyard…but there was another sound, a more distant one that was even more comforting. Each day at 7:00 a.m., 3:00 p.m. and 11:00 p.m., I would stop whatever I was doing, as if a Muslim obeying the daily ritual of prayers, to listen to the whistle blows at the Local Glass Works – everything in the town revolved around those shift changes.”

That passage took me back to a time when I was Sandra’s age. A childhood filled with good memories and comforting sounds. I knew when that whistle blew; I would either have 8 hours of no supervision, or I had exactly ten minutes to beat my parents home. My parents worked at the glass factory and while they worked – I played. I was out and about all over town riding my bike, studying at the library and hanging out with friends, it was a time and a place when it was safe for me to be on my own. When I read that passage – grief swelled and tears rolled down my face.

I believe that there are no accidents. I needed to read that passage at that moment. I’m thankful that “technology” led me to Dane. In order to grieve, I had to go home. However, I’m sorry that in a world of social networking – where everybody knows every aspect of one another’s life, it’s somehow unsafe for a child to play alone. As a community we must change this. And we must do it to honor Sandra’s legacy.

First published in the Tracy Press on April 15, 2009

Alone on Valentine's Day? Be your own best date!

2009-02-07T12:48:00.000-08:00

If you’re single, Valentine’s Day can be the loneliest day of the year. However, I’m going to suggest that this year – even if you’re alone – you can be your own best date.

Here are 10 things that will assist you to have a nice Valentine’s Day.

1. Have a plan. Everything today is all about you. Do for others another day – this day is your day.

2. .Since eating out at a restaurant alone can be intimidating for some, consider this option. Pre-order your favorite meal, from your favorite restaurant, to be picked up and warmed up for dinner. Also, order two of your favorite DVD’s from Netflix’s or Blockbusters.

3. Spend the day, or at the very least the afternoon, at a place you enjoy going alone. Go for a walk in the park, take in a flea market, or go to a museum or art gallery. . If you’re traveling by public transportation, read a magazine or book you enjoy – not the news. Avoid anything “negative” today. If you are in your car, surround yourself with your favorite music.

4. Return home after picking up your “pre-ordered” dinner. Put on your favorite CD or music mix and sing along as loud as you dare. (No sappy love songs, or victimy – “He did me wrong songs”.) Dancing around in your underwear is highly encouraged.

5. Create a pleasing environment for dinning. Clean the bills off the table and pull out the candles. Set the table nicely for yourself. Use a placemat, your best china and napkins. Dine sitting down. Oh - very important - save dessert for later!

6. After you have finished eating and cleaning up the dishes, indulge in some pampering. Draw a hot bath, give yourself a facial, or perhaps mediate for at least thirty minutes. And get ready to relax.

7. Pop in your first movie, turn off the phone and walk away from the computer. Relax and enjoy the movie.

8. After the movie, reflect on what you liked most about the movie as you indulge in whatever you consider to be the perfect dessert. (If no dessert, consider popping some micro-wave popcorn to enjoy during the next movie.) Don't worry about the calories – that’s why you went for a walk today. Remember, this night is all about you.

9. After you’ve enjoyed your second movie, prepare yourself for bed. Put on some relaxing music and slip in between clean crisp sheets and get nice and comfy.

10. Instead of counting sheep, count your blessings. Don’t focus on what you don’t have, Instead dwell on what you do have with gratitude. You have a warm bed, a full stomach, good memories of people in your life that bring you joy. Think of these things over and over until your fall asleep. I assure you that you’ll have nothing but pleasant dreams and a very happy Valentine’s Day!

Whispering in the President's Ear

2009-01-23T07:49:00.000-08:00

From the Tracy Press Newspaper, Wednesday January 21st, 2009

In President Barack Obama, I see a confident man who understands the truth of what was, the clarity of what is and the confidence to lead us to be accountable for what will be.

I, like millions of Americans, have been fascinated with the transition that our nation has just made.

In my house, the news is always on. Frequently, I have found myself talking to the TV screen. No doubt, my words have fallen on deaf ears. But somehow I feel better just putting it out there.
Usually, my words are words of praise, thanksgiving and joy. But sometimes, I want to put in the correction.

Each time I hear President Obama answer a question, I want to offer my spin as to how I wish he’d answer it. Often, I’m surprised that just as I’m about to speak, he offers words of wisdom that far exceed my humble offerings, so I sit back and just smile. However, if there is one answer that I want to whisper in his ear, it would be this.

When asked how he feels about taking the oath of office on the steps of the Capitol, which were built upon the backs of slaves, or when he’s asked what it feels like to move into the White House, which was also built by slaves, I want him to say:

“Oh, they knew. They had to know that this day would come. That’s why they did such a masterful job. They could not have survived the slurs, the whippings, the belittlement had they not held on to their vision of the dream that this day would someday come to be. As I stand on these steps built by these men, I am truly standing on their shoulders. Their work was not in vain — I would not be standing here, had they not first tilled this land, forged these stones and built these steps. I stand here today honoring their efforts.”

I’m not an advisor — he hasn’t asked my opinion. But if he ever did, that would be the message I’d whisper in his ear.

• Thinking Out Loud runs occasionally in Our Town for the Tracy Press Newspaper. www.tracypress.com.

What's Changed? - What Needs to Change?

2009-01-09T07:59:00.001-08:00

Hello my friend,

I want to ask you this question: “What’s changed in your life?” Or, should the question be: “What needs to change in your life?”

Perhaps in 2008, change was thrust upon you in some “unexpected” way. Or, maybe nothing changed, and you’ve decided that your goal for the New Year is to make a really big (positive) change in your life. Either way, I’m going to show you how to not only embrace change, but to celebrate it!

I’m just finishing a new book called The 4 Steps for Embracing Change. I am inviting you to preview it and experience all that it has to offer before it is sent to the publisher. In fact, I want you to help me write the final chapter. Your story, testimonial and experience for embracing change may be used as part of the final draft.

On January 31st, I’m launching an interactive process like nothing else you’ve ever experienced. Imagine a multi-media, interactive learning experience consisting of live events, webinars, newsletters, audio recordings, blogs, bulletin boards and small study groups, all designed to introduce you to the tools for understanding your true nature, knowing what you value and for showing you the way to make great things happen in your life!

My role is to facilitate a process that will teach you the four steps (affirmation, atonement, forgiveness and gratitude) for embracing change in every aspect of your life. I am also here to remind you that no one is an island. No one has to go it alone. We were born to be in community.

We can help and assist each other to transcend any change that has been thrust upon us and to support one another in manifesting any change we want to make in our lives. We each have unique and tremendous gifts to offer one another. What we learn will come from our shared experience.

This learning experience will kick off with a very special event on Saturday, January 31st. I’m calling it a Spiritual Living Celebration. I very much want you to be there. I know it will ignite a flame within you that will be tremendous. I surround myself with magnificent people, which is why I’m especially inviting you to join me in making 2009 the year we all learn to embrace change. Please join us on January 31, 2009! If you can’t be there in person, visit my website at http://www.revjackelliott.org/ to learn how you can see it as a podcast.

Namaste - Rev. Jack

Happy New Year!

2008-12-31T15:17:00.000-08:00

A New Year's Affirmation

My affirmation for the new year is to more fully know my true nature.
My True nature enables me, as Emerson said:

“To laugh often and much,
to win the respect of intelligent people and
the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of
ones critics and endure the betrayal of false friends.

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others,
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch…

To know even one life has breathed easier because I have lived.
This is to have succeeded!”

I would love to know what your affrimation is for the new year.
Click on the comment option below and let me know!

Happy new year! - Jack

Our Voices Must Remain Raised!

2008-12-29T09:29:00.000-08:00

It is a myth that domestic partners (even in California) have the same rights as traditional married couples. In fact there are 1138 rights that domestic partners do not have. More importantly, I invite you to ponder this: I did not join the “No on 8” campaign because I was seeking permission to “be allowed” to marry the one I love. I joined the cause to raise my voice to say: You have no right to tell me that I can not marry the one that I love. I will not be marginalized, nor will I willingly surrender my civil rights to anyone.

I invite everyone to check out www.equalitymatters.org .

Tin-foil Lessons for Aluninum-foil times

2008-12-14T18:38:00.000-08:00

“8,420; 8,440; 8,460; 8,480 . . . ah, sir I don’t think I should count any more – these last bills are disintegrating. Shall I deposit what we have so far?”

That was the last “surprise” my step father left my mother and me after his death. Nearly $8,500, all in twenty dollars bills – stacked neatly into an empty “Wonder Bread” wrapper.
Surviving the great depression taught my parents some interesting values. Lessons regretfully I didn’t fully learn, now as I and many others face the challenges of a mere “recession.”

I was helping my host tidy up after Thanksgiving when he commented. “Now remember we recycle – think of the planet!” I noticed the aluminum foil wasn’t soiled, so I neatly spread it out and folded it into nice squares for easy keeping. A task I had done a thousand times as a child. In fact, my mother had a “special drawer” dedicated to washed-out zip lock bags, margarine tubs and lids, and aluminum “tin foil” squares that could be used again.

“What are you doing? I’m not going to keep it. I just want you to put it into the “blue” bin out in the garage for the recycle guys.” I made a trip to the garage, but not to put the aluminum foil into the recycle bin. Instead I put the nicely folded squares into my jacket pocket.

As I drove home I reminisced about some of my parents other frugal habits. My parents were not rich. In fact – barely middle class. However, they always had money. They each owned a brand new car every other year. Owned their home and when I say “owned” I mean paid cash for it, never financed it. My college was “paid for” from their savings account. They never had a “debt” of any kind.

Yeah, it was a different time, but not really. Not when you watched how they managed their funds. Every Friday when my Dad received his weekly pay check from the local “glass factory” he’d go directly to the bank and cash the check. He’d bring all the money home and lay it out on the kitchen table.

If the Electric bill was $45.00 dollars, he’d count out two twenties and a five dollar bill and place it into the envelope the bill had arrived in. He’d then count out the cash for every other bill that had arrived. Once all the bills had been “handled” he’d give my mom $60.00 for groceries. He would write into his “ledger” each bill that had been paid.

The rest of the money would go back to the bank after he’d gone downtown to pay each bill – in person. But before he left the house, he’d hustle me out of the kitchen. “I’m going to set a little something aside just in case you need it. Your Mother will remember where it is – if she ever needs it to - put me away.” I can honestly say, I never really understood what he meant.
Several years later, my mom and I came home after making his funeral arrangements. His funeral was going to cost $8500.00. I was stunned at the expense. I asked my mom if that was going to be a burden. And of course her response was – “Well no. We planned for this.” And then her eyes widen. “Oh, the drawer! Jack, go to the “tin foil” drawer and pull it out.”

I went to the kitchen and opened the drawer. I saw nothing but aluminum foil squares, zip lock bags and margarine tubs. “What am I looking for?”

“Pull the drawer entirely out of the counter.”

When I did, I noticed that the drawer was only about ½ as long what I expected it to be. When I looked into the cavity I noticed a Wonder Bread bag. I reached in and pulled the bag out. It was filled with twenty dollar bills.

When the teller stopped counting at $8,480 dollars, I was so touched by the irony that I reached into my pocket and handed her another twenty.

“This makes it $8500. Even. Just enough to “put him away” as he had planned.”

What are you thankful for today?

2008-11-27T09:28:00.000-08:00

In Thanksgiving:

Today, I am grateful for the gift of community. The search toward discovering my “true nature” has been a magnificent journey “within”. But I now get it. I now understand that the journey within is the direct route to the shared journey that we are all traveling together – out there – from the door steps of our soul to the ends of the Universe.

This time I, and I dare say, WE clearly see, and absolutely claim, that the catalyst for change – came from within. Not only have “we” been called – but we’ve been called “together” as a community. We each have unique and tremendous gifts to offer. Together we will weave the most magnificent tapestry of diversity, love and power. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. Thank you to all the friends, family, associates, colleagues, teachers, guides, oracles, and the One Power, One Mind and One Universe that is our community.

And so it is! - Rev. Jack

Looking Back To See Ahead - Rev. Jack Elliott

2008-11-27T09:17:00.000-08:00

[From "Thinking Out Loud", Published by The Tracy Press, Wednesday November 20, 2008]

Another Saturday, another cup of Pete’s coffee and another burst of enthusiasm to put pen to paper – ok fingers to keyboard, to write another column.

Each column I write comes from the heart, and for many of you that really know me – know that it comes from some place more divinely inspired.

I rarely know what I’m going to say when I start typing – Spirit leads me to write – whatever I write. But somehow the words flow and somehow my “point of view, gets communicated within the required 750 words.

Typically, when I write, it’s as if I’m writing to my friends. I have a causal style – that of a “storyteller” rather than a “journalist”. It’s a style that works for me, and I think others enjoy it. Often I hear: “Did that really happen to you?” Or, “I can’t believe you were that honest – I could never say that.”

I especially like confronting myths, stereotypes and contradictions that I notice in society and in our community. And I use my own life experiences and relationships to illustrate such realities. Doing so send a message to those facing the same struggle to – keep the faith – keep your head up – keep a smile on your face, because you’re not going through this alone. I believe that God does not present us any challenge that we cannot push through, go around or rise above.

My intention is to make you think, so you can see things from another person’s point of view. I love the conversations that follow my column on the website. I love to see that my words provoke hearty conversations. I’m inspired that people, who once had a quieted voice, feel empowered to join the conversation.

All of this has been possible, because it has always been safe to “tell the truth” here in Tracy. In the six short years that I’ve lived here, I have truly felt – that I’m a part of the fabric of our community. So it’s in that spirit that I have to share my observations regarding the past election.

In my “His Voice” column (published on October 29th, in the Tracy Press) I made a heartfelt plea for you to support the No. on 8 Proposition. Again, I shared a person story hoping it would plant the seed of empathy. I received many wonderful supportive emails and notes and I received many emails from folks that absolutely refuse to see things from another point of view. That’s okay. It provoked conversation.

When the measure failed, many wrote to say: “Don’t despair Jack, it will be okay.” So, I want you to understand this: I’m not sad, or all disappointed that the No. on 8 Proposition failed. I’m motivated. The cause was only about 500,000 votes shy of passing, which means, there is just a few more folks to educate, to inspire and soon the tide will turn.

In the words of Minster's Joel Olsteen, and Amos Brown (as well as many others that have claimed it as their own...) "A set back, is just a set up for the most magnificent ultimate outcome."

I know for certain, that in time, gay marriage WILL BE. It’s just a matter of time. It will take just a little more time for the bigotry to be subdued by education and the clarity of insight from a younger generation that is tired of hearing the trite old lies told over and over again.

A younger GLBT generation will reap the benefits of being able to marry “whomever” they want to marry and they will not tolerate anyone telling them no. Why? Because of this:

On November 4^th, the ceiling of “No, you are not entitled” was forever broken in the USA. Now, any child can say, “Yes I can!” Martin Luther King had a vision. He absolutely would not allow anyone to deny him his dream of an African American President and a world where “all of” God’s children would live in Unity – not as a “melting pot” but as a beautifully woven tapestry of diversity. Just over 40 years ago, contemplating an African American as President would have seemed – delusionary.

Therefore, I know with certainly that in a few years, someone will be reading the archives of Tracy's daily newspaper and will be amazed that there was a time in this little town, a black person could not legally marry a white person; Latinos (“the Nationals”) had to attend a separate movie theatre; and when someone was couldn’t marry the one they loved, just because they were of the same sex. They will shake their head in amazement that such a time once existed in such a loving little community.

Move One Rock

2008-10-17T07:32:00.000-07:00

In August of 2008, I had published over 100 columns with the Tracy Press. The following article received the most email, phone calls and comments from folks I've run into. In these tough economic times it seemed to touch a cord with many many people. Many of you have asked that I post it here. Enjoy! - Rev. J

“If you want to change the direction of a waterfall –all you have to do is change (move) one rock.“

For me this metaphor offered by my mentor and psychologist, ignited an “ah ha” moment. It reminded me that when it feels like life is “out of control” we can shift the momentum by changing just one thing. Anything – the secret is to take action – just move one rock. Do something - anything. Then observe.

Using the analogy of the waterfall consider what might happen if the rock you move causes the waterfall to split and to go in two different directions. Perhaps the volume of water will be more “manageable” when the force of its delivery is cut in half. Perhaps the water now cascading off to the left is directed to a reservoir that will adequately contain and preserve it for a time when it is needed.

Perhaps, once the water fall is split into two, the void in the middle will reveal the valves and levers that control the pump, thrust, volume and the amount of water released – so you can now shut it off.

For many of us that last couple of years has been like that waterfall. Life (call it recession, real estate crisis, gas prices and/or job downsizing) has been coming at us like a torrent. Some of us have been swept away when we took our eye off our task – for others, the change came out of no where.

Many of us believe we are powerless and surrender to the current and let go and proclaiming “what will be - will be.” Others of us fight the good fight, but learn to late that they were fighting with brawn rather than with brain.

During the last couple of years, I have been drenched by the waterfall. I thought I had a plan. I thought I had life all figured out. But then the water came, I found my plan was obsolete and that I had no “plan B”.

The first wave to hit me was the reality that my 12-year, long-term relationship, was unraveling and coming to an end. I wasn’t prepared – I nearly drowned. Then a good buddy had a major stroke – wave two. I had not anticipated being a caretaker, but I took on the challenge – besides it distracted me from the pain of the first wave.

Wave three came when it was time to refinance the home I’d purchased for my partner and me. Values dropped and it would be impossible to refinance for the amount owed. For the first time in my life I was stunned by realities thrust upon me. Nothing was going to plan and I found myself isolating. I couldn’t preach, teach or write now – my life’s a mess!

When I found myself hovering near the same state of depression that enveloped my life right after 9/11/01, I immediately took action. I call my mentor and psychologist. In the very first session he reminded me of a teaching he’s used as a metaphor time after time: “If you want to change the direction of the waterfall –all you have to do is change one rock. “ Calling him was the demonstration of moving that first rock.

The second rock I moved was to call my mortgage holder. My broker and I laid out the facts. If she called the note due, she’d be getting a house back that she would not be able to sell for anything close to what was owed on it. She decided to “freeze” the note for two years.

Emotionally, I decided I needed to lease the house out for that two year period. I’d purchased the house for “us”, if it ever is to be “my” house – I needed some emotional distance - rock three. I called the landlady that owned the one place I’ve lived in Tracy where I felt good. It was vacant. Moving back was like coming home – rock four.

Now, in a testament of honesty, I must say the waterfall of life is still cascading my way faster than I want, but now I’m endeavoring to use my brain rather than my brawn to calculate which rock to move next. Everything in my life must be re-examined. What was true 18 months ago is not be true anymore. There’s a new reality. There are new rocks to be moved.

If you are experiencing a new reality yourself, know that even in the mist of ciaos you can still effect change. Don’t give up; don’t surrender; don’t let go - Just move one rock.

Keep Moving

2008-10-07T19:36:00.000-07:00

My blackberry beeped at 11:15 p.m. indicating a new email message had just arrived. I was just preparing to plug the phone into the charger for the night and decided to look at the message – to see who I’d have to call back the following morning. I knew far well, I wouldn’t be responding now since I had been ignoring calls all weekend.

The email read: “I can’t take it anymore. The pills, the stress, and the financial burden of working and being sick at the same time - it’s just too much. Do you know anyone – anyone at all that can help me? – I’m thinking about ending it all.”

Instantly, my fatigue was gone. I quickly dashed to the computer and opened the email on the computer. Regretfully, I didn’t recognize the screen name. I responded back by saying: “If it is this bad – it can only get better. Write me back and tell me more about your situation, so I can address it or refer you to someone who can help.”

Instantly, I received an email back: “It’s all just too much.”

“No – keep talking to me!” But that was it - nothing more. The writer remained anonymous. Was it someone that had read my column? Was it someone I knew – and they just assumed I’d recognize there screen name? Did they know that I was clergy? Why me? Why did I receive this message?

Two hours passed then came another “beep” on my Blackberry. I had now taken the phone under the covers with me and while I had been asleep, I was immediately alert.

“What do you know about terminal illness – why would you care?”

That was it. Still not a clue as to who was writing me. I texted back the following:“I know that you are in pain. I know that you’ve reached out for help – but now you must help me – help you. At least send me your name.” With that, I hit send.

I waited for a response. Nothing. I starred at the phone for twenty minutes. “Come on – write me – let me know who you are!” I kept saying that over and over in my mind.

I woke with a jolt at 5:30 a.m. I quickly glanced at the phone. The red light was blinking. I had a new message. All it said was “Tony”.

“Tony, you must let me know more about your situation. Please let me help.” I hit send once again.

As I showered and prepared for the day ahead, I wondered what it must be like to have no one to reach out too. I’m blessed. I have a varied circle of friends and professional colleagues to reach out too when I’m depressed (even though I rarely do) - What must it be like to have no one?

“Beep” – another message: “I live in Concord. I have HIV. – I can’t take it anymore.”

Finally, information I could use. I immediately referred him to the Contra Costa County’s Department of health’s AIDS Services Program. I forwarded the emails to a social worker that I knew there so she could keep the contact alive. For now, my work was done. I was the “bridge”. Hopefully, I had helped.

I said a prayer, thanking God for allowing me to be a conduit for my anonymous emailer. As I prayed, I also wondered – why me? And why did I suddenly no longer feel depressed?
Then it hit me. I had spent the entire weekend – isolating. It’s what I do when I get depressed. I have to get away from those I love; I have to be alone to wrestle my demons. To me, depression feels like an elephant on my chest. It renders me immoveable. In order to crawl out of it - I have to crawl into it.

Over the years I‘ve learned to cope with it by not denying it, but I’ve yet to conquer it. I have even learned to sense its approach. Whenever I feel that it’s about to show up - I endeavor to keep moving. If I keep moving, sometimes I can avoid it, or once it arrives, it leaves more quickly. However, this past weekend – I was too tired to move and it consumed me. But this time, something else intervened. This time, receiving that email jolted it right out of me. Once I received that email – it was gone.

Perhaps the old adage is true – the best way to help your self is to help someone else. As I left the house this morning, I felt good again. I felt like the Jack I know. And then I reflected – was that why I got that email? Did the universe do what I couldn’t do on my own? Maybe so – I know one thing for sure, I’m glad that something bigger than me, intervened. Tony was helped – and so was I. When all else fails – keep praying and keep moving – go do something for someone else!

Thoughts to Ponder...How to think is to learn how to live.

2008-05-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

Have you ever stopped to ponder - just what is prayer?

The Science of Mind teaches us that " A prayer is a movement (flowing) of thought, within the mind of the one praying, along a definite line of meditation; that is for a specific purpose." - SOM p28

Therefore man's thought, falling into - flowing through - his subjective mind, merges with the Universal Mind and becomes the law of his life, through the one great law of all life. How to think is to learn how to live.

Each individual maintains his identity in Law, through his personal use of it. And each is drawing from Life what he thinks into it! SOM p29/30

Therefore, when you pray today - keep your attention on your intention! Pray for a specific "Devine" outcome. Then give your undivided attention to recognizing the answer to your prayer. Claim it as already being so and be greatful for the Life you thought up! - Rev. Jack

2008-02-08T15:22:00.000-08:00

Photographic Memories

January 27, 2008 – Our Town - the Tracy Press

A few weeks before Christmas a friend suggested that I might like to have one of those new digital picture frames as a Christmas gift. “Please no!” was my immediate response…better said; “my outburst".

“Whoa…that was an interesting reaction. Sounds like someone has “ issues” around photographs.”

He was right. I did have issues. I couldn’t imagine making room for one more photo’s picture frame – even if it was digital.

During the holidays, I pulled several photos from my bookshelves to make room for Christmas cards. Once the holiday was over I took down the cards and realized that I like the “spacious look” so I decided not to put all of the photos back up. But who would get edited out?
I have a beautiful photo of my brother, sister-in-law and 3-nephews, but the photo is now twenty years old and my nephews are fully grown men, with families of their own.

“This photo needs to go away – but to where? Do I toss it out? Put it into some photo box to forever live on the closet shelf?”

Then there are the three individual photos of my great-nephews Grant, 13; Ben, 11; and Luke, 8. Each year, my Sister-In-Law (their grandmother) dutifully sends me their class picture. But now, I wonder why does she do this? In the last 13 years, I have seen Grant 3 times; Luke twice and I’ve never met Ben. I’m sure they’re delightful young men, but in reality – I don’t know them. And I doubt if they have any idea who their great-uncle Jack might be. Swallowing hard, their photos went to the pile designated “photo box”.

Then there was the beautifully frame photos of great friends from the late ‘80’s. . Gosh we had some good times together – but now? I have no idea where they live or what they’re doing. I miss them, but it’s time – into the photo box pile they went.

I had a system going. This “cleansing thing” felt okay. If I haven’t seen the person in 7 years, I snatched the photo from the shelf. But quickly I hit a road bump. What about the friends that are gone? As I held a photo of Gary (one of my best buddies) I realized that this “cleansing process” had taken an ugly turn and was becoming more difficult. I had six different photos depicted highlights of our 15 years of friendship. “But Gary died in 1992; isn’t it time?” I heard myself negotiating with myself. “Okay Jack, pick one. Pick your favorite photo of Gary and leave that one up. It’s time to put the rest away.”

Now I’m not someone that lives in the past. My life is about the future. I want my bookshelves to be filled with photos of the loving, caring and wonderful people that surround me today. I heard myself saying: “This task shouldn’t be this hard. If it’s been 7 years – they come down.” Then my eyes came across the photos of my deceased parents. “When is it time to put their photos away?” I asked. The seven year rule just didn’t seem right – it didn’t feel respectful.

“Just one - but which one?” I pondered. “Do I keep up the photo of my mother at 85 years of age, or the one when she was 50 and we visited the Pacific Ocean for the first time? Maybe I keep the photo of us together, taken on my first day of school. Gosh, I love that photo.” I had to stop. I had to take a break and walk out of the room. I knew there had to be another way to deal with this. “Maybe that digital photo frame is a good idea after all.”

Off to Linens and Things I went. I found it – right near all the other popular must have items for Christmas 2007 – my little 5 x 7 digital photo frame. I spent the rest of the evening scanning photos onto my computer and then on to the frame’s memory disk. Soon over 50 photos had been loaded. The new picture frame took its rightful place right at eye level on the second shelf of my bookcase.

Now, each time I look up at the bookcase I see a different photo. Each photo remains on the screen for several minutes, then it gently fades away and another photo appears in its place. If I choose the “random select” option, I never know which photo is going to appear next. I love it. Each time I look up a new photo greats me; it’s as if an old friend or dear relative pops in for a surprise visit triggering the recall of a wonderful moment in time….it’s no wonder they say a picture is worth a 1000 words…… - Jack Elliott

So What Do You Believe?

2007-08-30T14:56:00.000-07:00

Frequently, I’m asked to describe my Spiritual beliefs. And most often, the question is asked in a tone that seems to question my choice to walk both a metaphysical and a more traditional Christian path. Apparently folks would be more comfortable if I “declared” one side or the other. Well that would not be true for me. I’m inspired to chart my own unique path and frequently that has me traveling right down the middle.

But I’ll offer you a little insight as to what I do believe. But don’t follow me — I may change my mind and take you somewhere you don’t want to go!

First off, I start with the one question I most frequently asked, and my somewhat controversial response. “Do you believe in the “literal” word of the Bible?” I believe that the Bible is the inspired word of God. And, I don’t believe that God stop inspiring when the Revelation 22: verse 21was completed.

To many scholars Revelation is believed to be a book of hope. It teaches that no matter what happens on earth, God is in control. Therefore, God gets to create it however God wants to create it! And, since each and everyone one of us is created in the image of God and we each our one with God — we get to create it too! We are co-creators with God.

I believe (and teach) that there is an internal flame that burns deep within each of us and that flame is the source of all of our energy and our connection with all that God intends for us. I call that source/connection, Spirit. Others call it Source, “Limitless Intelligence” or Energy, Divine Power and some call it the Holy Spirit. I believe you call it whatever you feel “called” to call it. Regardless of what it’s called, it is where our inspiration occurs and from that comes a fulfilled life.

Your internal flame (Source) may be ignited from reading the Bible or from reading A Course in Miracles, The Prophecy, or even reading Harry Potter. Spirit will create the catalyst for you to be inspired the moment you demonstrate a willingness to be inspired.

I also believe that we are born with a boundless amount of human potential because of the Divine gift of intelligence that comes from Spirit. We merely need to tap into it! How do we tap into it? We ask it to come forth in all that we do. We may pray it up, or we may declare it up — either way we’re calling it into action — for Divine right action.

I believe that each and everyone one of us is “connected” with one universal God. My internal flame is inspired by your internal flame because they come from the same Source. If we are destined to be connected; then we must strive to live in Unity.

Therefore, it makes sense to me that we should “first seek to understand and then ask to be understood”. Communities that are inclusive, open, kind, and compassionate are healthy environments to thrive in. In the essentials seek unity — in all else – healthy discussion!

I believe that positive thinking is far more useful than negative thinking. Positive thinking produces positive results — negative thinking produces negative results. The Spirit/Source within you — listens to what you say and then delivers. If you are constantly putting yourself down, or apologizing for your existence — then your Source will prove you right. If you want to change your life then change your mind!

I also believe that we need to listen and learn from our emotions and feelings. They are the gauge for modulating our well being. They provide insight into both our consciousness and our unconscious choices.

I also believe that we are all seekers. However, instead of looking “out there” to define who we are — we must look within to know for certain. We have to go within to the internal Source. It is within your own mind that most of your spiritual work is done. Prayer, meditation, and silence are all pathways leading within.

Now that you know what I think, let me know what you think? Let the conversation begin. - Jack

Are You Living An On Fire Life?

2007-08-27T16:59:00.000-07:00

Jeff Bordes and I have just launched a new website called Ignition Factor. Ignition Factor's website is a gateway to an inovative coaching enterprise designed to help people live what we call "an on fire life."

It’s our job to provoke the conversation. We’ll throw out the idea — and then you offer the real life examples and/or questions to the topic presented.

Also, if you have a challenge, dilemma, or anything that is keeping you from living an “on-fire life” then we want to know about it. You post the question, and the solution may come from either Jeff, me or another reader.

Here are a few of the questions that have come to us this past week at jack@theingnitionfactor.com — Read the posts, and the let us know what you think.

Let the conversations begin!

Post #1 — The Fire Triangle as a Metaphor

Question: "Why do you use “fire” as a metaphor?"

The Ignition Factor is based on the metaphor of the Fire Triangle, a simple model dating back to ancient Greece, and still used in the modern science of firefighting.

The Fire Triangle represents the three elements fire needs in order to ignite and modulate the burn: Heat, Fuel, and Oxygen. If one of these elements are missing or removed, fire will not exist.

In the Science of Fire, there's a fourth element, combustion. Combustion is a chemical reaction which feeds fire, allowing it to continue and burn hotter and stronger. At Ignition Factor, we teach that the forth element of combustion is the manifestations realized for “purposefully” living an “On-Fire Life. In order to experience “on fire”, we teach that you must accept the responsibility to tend to the three essential elements of the fire within you: You have to be accountable. You have to do stuff. To do so will allow you to feel "on fire" within all 7 major areas of your life: Mind, Body, Career, Wealth, Family, Relationship, and Spirit. Are you On Fire? If you’re not now, you will be after having spent some time with us on this blog site or at www.theignitionfactor.com.

At Ignition Factor, we believe that the only way to experience a truly fulfilled life is to purposefully dedicate oneself to living a life that is consistently and constantly “on fire!” Read on and we'll teach you how!

Post #2 — “Catch Fire!"
[Imagine what it would be like to feel completely fulfilled at the end of each and every day!]

Question: "What does it mean to be fulfilled?"

Before we answer your question, we have a question for you: “At the end of the day — how do you feel?”

• Exhausted and overwhelmed?
• Overwhelmed because of all the “to-do’s that went undone?
• Grateful because you fall asleep counting the wins of the day — like others count sheep?

If you take the time to understand and implement the principles offered by Jeff and I (Your life coaches) at Ignition Factor, you will experience some tremendous new results in your life. You’ll be “fired up” because you will be in control of your own destiny.

Imagine at the end of each day, feeling fulfilled. Feeling satisfied with all that you accomplished and experienced — just in that one day. You can know the gift of falling asleep counting the “wins” of the day rather than sheep. We’ll teach you how! When you visit us at Theignitionfactor.com you can order our 30-day Guide to Living A Fulfilled Life. We believe that at the end of the that thirty days you will be more in control of your time, activities, relationships and you will be well on your way to experiencing what we at Ignition Factor call a fulfilled life.

Post #3 — Begin With The End In Mind

Question: "I think I’m living a fulfilled life, but how do I know?"

Ask yourself this question:

How do you define a fulfilled life? There may have been a spontaneous answer that popped right into your mind. And if that answer “feels” right — then go with it. But if that answer didn’t ignite a spark of motivation within your gut — then perhaps you should ponder the question a bit more.

Some people look at it as a legacy question. They choose to live what we at Ignition Factor call “A Principled Life". It is their intention to make sure that their children and their children’s children understand the values and beliefs that have enabled their family to endure hardships and/or experience success.

Others believe that they were born with a purpose to complete. They endeavor to make the world a better place because they feel called to do so. But this is your journey.
At Ignition Factor our intention is to provide you with tools so you can look back on this journey and say “I did it!” I accomplished all that I wanted. I am fulfilled!

Post #4 — In Order To Be Fulfilled — You've Got To Go To The Source!

Question: "I feel like I’m always fighting fires and that I’ ve lost all control of my life. What can I do?"

At Ignition Factor we use the symbols of fire and especially the “fire triangle” because they serve as a vivid metaphor for living a fulfilled life. For example, in our “Ignite the Spark Within, Seminar and Retreat” we teach students to visualize their own ‘inner flame”. Once they can do that, we then teach them that what they are really witnessing is their “eternal flame.”

That eternal flame is your source. — It is where legacy and fulfillment are manifested. It is what burns within you — it tells the story of who we are and what we came here to do.
We’re lucky. We get to control that eternal flame. We get to fuel it; to modulate the temperature and to control the burn. However, if we do not accept this responsibility, that flame will continue to burn.

It will burn out of control. Relationships, jobs, families and even our own sense of self — will go up in flames. If that happens, we’re accountable. So whenever you hear yourself say: I spent the entire day “fighting fires?” Guess what — you’ve let your "internal" fire burn out of control. You didn’t modulate the temperature and you failed to control the burn!

Therefore you must consciously fuel the flame and modulate the burn so that the results that you want are manifested. By using the principles taught at Ignition Factor you will create results that make you proud — that will add to your experience of living a fulfilled life.

POST 5 — See The End — At The Very Beginning

Question: "I want to turn my life around, but I just don’t know where to begin?"

Do not begin any ask without taking a moment to visualize how you think the end will be. If you’re about to paint your house you just don’t throw up any old color and think that it will do. You imagine your house, beige, blue or green. Then you set out to create your vision.

You carefully select the paint that will fulfill your vision. You anticipate which steps to take first, cut back the shrubs, sand the walls, tape off the windows and then you begin to paint. When you follow “a plan” you’re much more likely to experience the results you imagined. Then off you go – step by step on your journey toward a beautifully painted home.

Along the way, you may discover that “oops this window needs caulking”— so you add a step and then move on — keeping the end in mind. Soon a neighbor comes by and offers a ladder — how helpful! Now you modify your plan, to accommodate the use of your new tool. Soon, by concentrating on the step in front of you — you realize — it’s done! And you say to yourself: “It’s just as I thought it would be!”

What God Doesn't Do and What God Will Do

2007-02-20T08:54:00.000-08:00

With years of life’s ups and downs comes wisdom. Wisdom births a knowingness based on observation, prayer, intuition and faith as to what God does and what God doesn’t do. As lay people, sometimes we get those two things mixed up.

As a pastor I’m frequently asked: Why would God allow this to happen? The tornadoes in central Florida this past week serve as just such an example. A news reporter asks one survivor why her house was spared, while the house on either side of her was demolished. “God just decided to bless us and allowed our things to be alright.”

While the comment might have generated a collective “ah isn’t that nice” from the viewers at home, I’m sure the neighbor’s living on either side of her, felt a bit perplexed What did God have against them? Were they bad people? Was God punishing them for that bender they went on last Saturday night — I think not. That’s not what God does.

As much as some will not want to hear it, God did not favor the Indianapolis Colts over the Chicago Bears in last week’s Super Bowl. God does not have a favorite team.

I’m sure every parent can conjure up a memory of watching their child struggle with a homework assignment. You see the pulling of hair, the tapping of the pencil even those deep sad eyes looking up at you — hoping that you’ll just cave it and give the answer. But you don’t. It’s your job to be the parent, so you allow them to struggle, hoping that they will learn the bigger lesson. Yes, you want them to get the answer, but more importantly, you want them to learn how to find their own answers. — That’s what God does.

You see God gives us free will. God inspires us to use our brain, our talents our gifts to do all the things we want Him to do for us, but because we have this “free will” we get do it all on our own.

God knows we shouldn’t build our houses on a flood zone, but we do anyway. Then the flood comes and we’re mystified that God would allow such a tragedy to happen. “God must be punishing us!” No he isn’t. God doesn’t do that.

God knows we should protect our planet. We have the brain power to eradicate carbon emissions, but our egos like those big SUVs, so we do it anyway. Then when we develop lung disease, asthma and other environmentally developed diseases we once again look to the heavens and say “God why did you allow this to happen?” God didn’t create it, we did.

God didn’t inspire car designers to build beautiful cars that can go from 0 to 60 in 20 seconds because he wanted our children to die driving them. Man did. We took that inspiration and built fast cars because we like excitement. We like the adrenalin rush – we like to have fun….We like this gift of free will — even if it can hurt us.

So we’re clear on what God doesn’t do, so what is it that God does do?

God like that dutiful parent listens with compassion when we pray; “God we do not understand why this accident has happened. There seems to be no sense in the ending of this life — please tell us why?” God does not immediately answer but. . .

God understands that we are puzzled and we are distressed as we come to understand that while we may never know “why” we at least hope and we pray: “God we know of your promise to love all your children, help us to know that your love was never withdrawn form this child that you called home.”

Then in our sorrow we see God in action, we see what God does. God’s inspired word comes to us from clergy, friends, family and others who are there to surround us with love, to help us through. We experience acts of charity in measures that we never dreamed possible. And it’s this demonstration that helps us to realize that there is nothing more powerful than God’s love for our lost child and we know that God was indeed at their side, at there time of transition, even if we couldn’t be there. That’s what God does.

While we understand that God may not give us answers, We trust that He will be there, with us, as we navigate a future without our loved one.

God owns his rightful parental role and listens as we thank Him for the good things in our life and ask forgiveness for those times when we let our loved ones down.

Our healing evolves as we watch God take what has happened and somehow weave it into some loving purpose, so that as a parent that has lost a child we gain the wisdom to know that this child has not lived or died in vain. That’s what God does.

As the sun sets tonight, we are reminded that the darkness does not represent the end, but the beginning of a new day…That’s what God does.

Tag: Rev. Jack Elliott is the Sr. Pastor of Gateway To Hope Christian Church. To reach him about this column, write him at gatewayccpastor@yahoo.com or respond to this blog.

The Noise Has To Stop!

2007-02-19T09:19:00.000-08:00

Larry Burkhart is the father of Anna Nicole’s baby. Howard K. Stern is not. That’s what I believe. However, that’s what I believed 10 days ago when news of Anna Nicole’s death broke. Now over 10,000 news articles and celebrity updates later — I haven’t changed my belief. Why is America obsessed with this story? Do we need another Marilyn Monroe? Did Britney really shave her head because the Anna Nicole story stole the headlines away from her? I can’t take the noise any more — this news junkie has find another way.

I long for the day when I would go to sleep with Anderson Cooper reading the news to me on ABC’s World News Overnight. When Sunday morning offered the anticipation of the intoxicating aroma of Peet’s Coffee brewing and a bagel toasting. Reading my New York Times while watching David Blum and Soledad O’Brian on the Weekend Today Show was my own personal briefing on what was going on in my world. Meet the Press and follow up with a dose of This Week with George Stephanopoulos completed my weekly ritual. Now, local demographics have shifted things around and while I enjoy Lester Holt and Campbell Brown, my local affiliate believes 5:00 a.m. is a better time slot for their show and Meet the Press is best aired at 4:00 p.m.

No doubt some local demographic survey demonstrated that the locals — long for “all things local”. Now, I must endure canned blah blah blah repeated every half hour on the half hour, using the same words to describe the story as they did last night at 5, 6 and 11 p.m. I’m forced to watch traffic traveling down a deserted freeway because they spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on “big-brother” cameras to give me travel updates on a road I seldom travel. Any yes, even more noise. Their animated little maps come with honking horns and simulated sirens to enhance “the experience”. The noise has to stop.

So I did something today I thought I’d never do. I turned off the noise. I’m alone with the silence in my house. The master-bedroom TV is silent. The 13-inch TV next to the coffee maker was on only for 15 minutes this morning. The TV in the den which typically informs me while checking morning email remained silent. The addiction has subsided.

I used to subscribe to 4 newspapers. Then as they are began to report the same AP stories and run the same wire photos, I cut it down to one. I no longer subscribe to the East Coast Papers – because they lost their East Coast “feel”. They all morphed into something known as “west coast editions”. Their pages became filled with “local” ads; local sports and weather and local noise.

I want to know how things really are in the Middle East. I want to more fully understand the wars within the war in Iraq. I want to hear about the relief effort in Darfur. I’m not all that concerned about Kenny Chesney’s sexuality and I’m perplexed as to why 60 minutes might be.

I’ll morn a little bit more for the way things used to be and then embrace the new technology that will give me the info I seem to think I need. I’ll join the younger generation and go directly to Google and type in “relief effort in Darfur” to find out what’s going on. Or when I receive a CNN news alert to my email, if it’s something I really feel I need to know I’ll immediately zip over to CNN.com. After all its still Anderson Cooper….

Do you want to know a secret?

2007-02-17T11:23:00.000-08:00

I have always been an optimist. It’s how I’m wired. It’s deep with in my DNA.
I don’t recall making a commitment or entering into any special or secret covenant to be an optimist — it’s a way of life that works for me.

More than once I’ve heard: – “You see the glass half full – I see it half empty.” I do. Guilty as charged. I see the potential in everything and everyone.

Recently friends called, emailed and otherwise sent up various smoke signals to tell me that they’d just watched a Oprah episode called “The Secret” “Oh my gosh – it was if the guests on the show were talking about you!” “You could have been on that panel!” “It was so Jack!”

Having missed the episode, I was first a washed with amazement as to how many of my friends were watching Oprah Winfrey, but secondly hoping that I did indeed live up to their hype I decided I better learn about this Secret and fast.

“You’ve got to bring “The Secret” to Tracy!”

After watching the episode, I had to smile. Yes, they were right. I could have been on that panel. After listening to the panelists like Jack Canfield, who wrote “Chicken Soup for the Soul” I had a sense of gratitude that – yeah people do get me. The key word here is – gratitude. I endeavor to live my life in a context of gratitude.

I’m grateful for the good things in my life. I’m blessed to serve a great God, have wonderful friends, a beautiful home, great jobs and a great community I call home.

You see – The Secret really isn’t a secret at all. Well maybe it is to you, but it isn’t to me. Let me explain:

The Secret is based on a philosophy known as the law of attraction. You know that same little Bible lesson we all learned in Sunday School, “Do unto others as you’d have them to do unto you.” Secular folks would say: “What you put out –you’re going to get back.” Nothing new there — no big secret.

Now let’s reveal why the Secret is so mysterious and why it’s touted as the hush-hush pathway to prosperity and happiness.

It’s all in the marketing…..Think De Vinci Code. For that matter think “Trim Spa”. People love secrets. They love clues, connecting the dots and finding hidden and forgotten treasures. We’re also a society that likes – easy answers. Give me that little green pill and I’ll lose 40 pounds. Never mind that small print saying diet and exercise must also be a part of your weight loss regiment. “Oh if I just won the lottery — I’d be so happy.”

Therefore if your invited to piece together “The Secret” of life,— as if you were watching an episode of CSI or Law and Order, intrigue will lead you to be invested in the outcome — you’ll be hooked. You’ll by the DVD, the book, workbook, calendar and all the accoutrements associated with multi-tier marketing. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

All things considered — The Secret is a good thing. Think of it as a divinely inspired philosophy for living in the 21st Century. The Secret tells us to “Ask, believe and receive.” Okay, Christians do that all the time. They pray (ask), have faith (believe) and know that God will answer their prayer (receive).

Ah, but what about you folks that see the glass half empty. What does “The Secret” offer you? Well, it offers you exactly the same thing. If you believe the world to be an awful place — well what you put out – you will receive.

“I always do horrible on a test”. If that’s you pronouncement then guess what. That’s your prayer (ask). When you used the word “always” it was a demonstration of your faith (believe). And since that was your request – you put it out there – you can not be surprised that you (receive) a low grade on your test.

The bottom line is this. If you put out negative – you get negative. If you put out good – you get good. This is exactly why your Mother use to say: “If you can’t say anything good – then don’t say anything at all.”

So my friends – I would be happy to bring the Secret to Tracy, but it’s already here. It always has been. In fact, it’s always been with you as well. Your attitude, who you hang with and what you value have all come together to give you the life you have today. But remember this, the life you have today is not “who you are” it’s the manifestation of “who you were”. Want to change it? You can. All you have to do is ask, believe and be willing to receive.

The Jolt

2007-02-17T09:57:00.000-08:00

The fire was about 1/2 between my house and the elementary school - but across the street.
I heard a huge "boom" and the house shook about 9:10 p.m. My first thought was, "Oh that must have been one of the earthquakes that's a jolt rather than a rumble." So I went outside to look see and notice a few folks walking north up Central. I really didn't see anything, but heard an alarm ringing and decided that it might be the school alarm. I went back inside to put on some shoes rather than slippers so I could walk up there — but by the time I got back outside the flames were about 8 stories high.

I don't know if I've been watching too many CSI shows or not; but the first thing I noticed was the apartment's kitchen stove laying next to the gutter. I deduced - gas explosion.

Yes there is a fire department is on the corner, but the first engines appeared to have come from downtown fire station. Regardless, where they came from, they were there in a matter of minutes.

The firemen did a terrific job. I'm sure for them it was both sad and exhilarating. I mean how often do you actually get to do - what you've been trained to do. What amazed me most is that they really had a plan, strategy if you will, and they went about executing on it as if it were a well choreographed dance.

Soon the newspaper photographers were there taking photos and the reporters were there interviewing the mayor, firefighters and witnessess.

The mayor did everything mayor's should do. He motivated the fire fighters, spoke with the families forced out of their homes and then stood back and offered words of encouragement whenever appropriate. I was happy to see so many being committed to be in service to others.

I offered friends and neighbors coffee and a use of the facilities should they need it and went back home and lit a candle and said a prayer. - Jack