Chasing Solomon

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Too often, I take things for granted. I think most of us would agree that we are guilty at times of that. The thing that concerns me is whether I do anything about it or not. Sure, I might pay lip service to it and express my thanksgiving. I might even take it a step further and have a thought of actually doing something about it. Too often it ends there.

Thanksgiving Day is a great example of these instances. It is a time when we express thanks for all the things we take for granted. It may play out something like this. All the family comes together for a Thanksgiving feast. We pray and say thanks for our abundant blessings. Then I sit down and can’t find the deviled eggs on my plate because they are on level one which is buried under level two vegetables and the top level of congealed salad. I may be very thankful for this food, and often take it for granted, but then what?

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Can you remember your top five favorite showers of all time? You know, the ones in which you got out and remember saying, “That’s one of the best showers of my life!” I can remember a number of times when I have had one of those, “Wow I feel so much better now” showers.

One came after the one (and need I say the only) marathon that I ever ran. After a 26.2 mile sweaty, stinkathon, I couldn’t wait to hit the shower. You runners are familiar with that layer of salt on your skin after a race. You go to the shower and pray that it was installed with one of those metal garden power sprayers. I am pretty sure that Lava soap was invented with marathoners in mind. Each bar of Lava contains a small handful of pea gravel that really helps as an abrasive agent to break down the film of salt that is caked on your epidermis. I remember scrubbing myself as if I was the Karate Kid practicing his wax on wax off moves. But man did I feel good once I got out of that shower, clean as a whistle. Details

 Is it just me or does it seem like wisdom is absent these days. I’m talking about in all areas of life. Just like Elvis, it appears that wisdom has left the building. Where has the wisdom in the government gone? Where is the wisdom in corporate America? Is there any wisdom on Wall Street? Has wisdom left the building in our churches?

Now let’s bring it closer to home. Where has the wisdom gone that is needed to be a good parent, or a good spouse, or a good friend, a good employer or employee? If one were to try to find the answer to these questions, where would he go?  That’s the question I’ve been asking myself lately. And the result? I spent a month with Solomon. Details