Thursday, November 30, 2006

Ah...Marin








Bolinas, CA.




Okay, sometimes I am wrong. While the answers came circuitously and days later, I got a kinda yes on Sat/Sun with the kids and also a green on the Warriors game.

Of course, I am suspicious...but I'll just have to let that be and enjoy Adam and Camille on Saturday and Sunday.

L wants Camille back on Sat. night, but insists that is because Camille does not want to be overnight anywhere right now. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt on that and just be thankful to have Adam for two days.

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Doesn't it seem odd to you? We have this world where parents do not enjoy their kids, or want them, or sit with them and listen, or play. Yet when they do, it is exactly those sort of parents who are denied?

This happens in many areas.

I have a good friend who loves his wife. He is faithful, good humored, caring and desires her. She couldn't care less. She shuns him.

I have five other single male friends who are very ready for a committed relationship with a woman. No takers...meanwhile these same women complain that all men want is to use them sexually.

As Vonnegut would still say "so it goes".

*******

My greatest joy in life is my quiet time with God and contemplation of His son Jesus.

I think few people allow themselves to experience the "desert" (they would rather have dessert). It's not so bad. And it clears away the clutter and bullshit.

Next to that I enjoy my children..each one of them. You always want something better for your kids. You try to pass on the good things, and protect them from what is broken inside of you. That's just being responsible.

But let's not forget there is joy.

When we went to the Zoo a few weeks back Camille was very clingy..but in a good way. There is a clean and pure father-energy that children feed on. It nourishes them..all they need is to be held, or hold hands, or be smiled at or laughed with. It's so very simple.

And it is joyful.

With the big lad it is like bumping into to each other a lot. He is 6'1" at 14 and i love draping my arm over his shoulders and joking around.

C. S. Lewis once said that friends feel a sense of privilege being with each other. I feel this with all my friends, my roomate, and my kids. I use to say of Sean and Thomas, that if they were not my sons "I would still want to know them as "best friends". That is how much I admire and enjoy them.

Same for Adman and Cammie.

Joy.

*******

The picture of the Jeep above is a kind of storyteller. My closest friend (Reese) is in the driver's seat, and Sadie is in the back. The Rocketbox is filled with kites, bags o'fun, a wetsuit, flippers and lots of bungie cords. There is a long board on top that bodes well for the future (I have already spent $400 to win a $50 bet with my father...go figure).

I love my Jeep. I use to drive a hot red Mustang convertible. I love my Jeep more. Better, it's paid for. It may be the best vehicle I have ever owned. My step brother Tim leased one a number of years back, which gave me the Jeep bug. If it died on me today I'd still be thankful for 2.5 years of bliss (repairs over that time have been under $700).

It's looks cool, is rugged, has 4 wheel drive if I ever need it, and the dog likes it.

It also gives me simple joy. It's a good thing to live within your means and be thankful for what you have.

*******

I thank you all for your prayers and good wishes and advice. I am hopeful that for whatever reason this dark season descended that it will lift and joy, care and love will prevail. I'd say that makes me a hippy except those same things form the hard edge of the Son of Man I so adore.

I also dislike pot and enjoy bathing regularly.

I will post pix of our times this weekend. We are celebrating Cammie's 9th birthday and I bought her specific Italian Charms to form a braclet I hope she will enjoy. Adam and I are looking at cars to fix up for him when he is 16.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

This is exactly my point...











Camille at the Zoo.





My daughter turned nine yesterday. I am so proud of her. When I called her in the morning yesterday she was skipping across the floor saying "I knew it, I knew it!!"

"I knew it was you," she said.

"Yes, of course it's me," I said.

And we talked for a bit about the last few days where she was on the road. I also said I hoped to see her on Saturday so I could give her presents to celebrate.

When we were done I fired off two emails to L. One was about Saturday, the other about a basketball game in mid December.

The responses are, as always, educational: none.

The first proves my point about giving no further ground. My argument (going back a few months), was that to do so only invites new levels of deprivation for my kids. Not a few people (among the many who follow this on a daily basis) said, "what does it matter if you still get to see them even for part of a day?"

This is naive. Because now that I have done that once, and have asked for a second day to celebrate Camille's birthday and give her gifts, my request is being ignored.

Do you see how that works?

It is not good enough for them to have all the power and to have things on their terms. It is not enough. It is never enough.

The answer would have been easy to give to me. L has things meticulously charted out many weeks in advance. A simple yes or no would have been very easy. Of course, if a "no" then it contradicts past statements about how I can see them (on their terms) any time. This is not true. When I ask on a Monday morning for the following Saturday I can expect silence, then a no later in the week.

So, you see it is all about show. It's all talk and no action or accountability.

And speaking of show, let's talk about the second request that will get a yes.

I simply asked to take the kids to a Warriors basketball game on the 14th. Now if it was just me doing this the answer would be NO. "It's a school night" or whatever blather they would concoct. But it is not that simple because my parents are taking us to the game (they are good friends with Warrior's coach Don Nelson). That changes everything. I left that out of my request but I figure L would figure that out in time. So she cannot say no...but not because it is right and good for our children to go to the game, but because my parents are really the ones requesting this.

She will not say NO to my parents.

Why does she ignore our children's real father, yet defer to my parents?

Why does she not answer a simple request to see my kids for a few hours even though she and LIBF have said they will do all they can to support such meetings?

What do you think is really going on here? I'd love to hear your comments, pro and con and everything inbetween.

In the meantime, I'll keep you posted. If I am correct (and I may not be) I will get a No on Saturday and a Yes on the 14th...and for all the reasons cited above.

(and yes, I am calling legal services today to start the long process of stopping this bullshit). Posted by Picasa

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Thanksgiving 2006











The Citadel, Thanksgiving morning 2006.




I have often written about conflicts because they are so revealing. But gratitude is revealing in it's own way.

If you believe that God is a loving and gracious God then even when you do not understand things you are not blind to the gifts given you from within and without.

As I have written elsehwere, gratitude signals true reception of the gift given. We know this when we sent a special gift to someone and do not hear back. We worry they have not received it. When we get a thank you card or a call, or a simple email, we know they have gotten the gift.

And so do they.

So out of the last 365 days here are 50 things I am thankful for. They are in no particular order. Some are grand, others you could almost miss if you were not paying attention.

My 50 gratitudes

1. My son Sean and how beautiful and funny he is.
2. Son T-Mac and his deep friendships (including to me in a quiet way) and adventurous spirit.
3. Adam and his good humor, honesty and wide heart
4. Camille for her inner beauty, quick mind and artistry.
5. For a growing friendship with my sister Megan
6. For my awesome roomate Reese and the love and respect she shows me daily
7. For my friend Martha who encourages me every day in my life
8. For Rick and his passion for the Gospel, and love and truth
9. For Rod for those exact same qualities
10. For two invitations today to break bread at Rod's house and also at Andy's (who I know will become a good friend this year).
11. For Sadie, our dog, who is a daily joy and plays various characters like her master (The Seal, BatDog, and The Horse).
12. My work with Maverickssurf.com (who gets cool jobs like that!?)
13. My work with Signafur and my friendship with Charity who is a theology student.
14. For being tall
15. For the Citadel...the air, the view, the hardwood floors and the privacy
16. For my trip to New York
17. For my trip to Portland and Seattle
18. For my trip to San Diego
19. For a new hot digital camera for work, and a video MiniDV for the same
20. For superior computer equipment
21. For the finches that sit on my desk (in a cage)
22. For my friend Denise
23. For Wade Warner
24. For Wade Smith
25. For Erik and Anna DeKok
26. For the gift of writing well and fast
27. For painting supplies and canvases and an internal sense of what to do
28. For reconnecting with John Spritz who is the world's funniest man
29. For reconnecting with John-Paul Reese and attending his wedding in Seattle
30. For reconnecting with Mark Studer who officiated the wedding in Seattle
31. For reconnecting with Chris Studer and meeting his wonderful wife Aimee
32. That the three men I just mentioned were all my students and I was graced to have them as such and see them succeed.
33. For reconnecting with my mentor Kevin O'Halloran
34. For reconnecting with another mentor Danny Morrow
35. For reconnecting in new ways with my ultimate mentor, Jesus of Nazareth and finding whole new ground to explore and be taught in
36. For great shows like Deadwood, Entourage and Curb Your Enthusiasm
37. For visits with Mike Roe after 27 years of friendship
38. For visits with Scott Mitchell after 33 years of friendship
39. For the ability to cook
40. For San Anselmo and it's sea air and misty morning and secluded swimming holes near Samuel Taylor park.
41. For CoffeeRoasters
42. For bumping into celebs in a natural way here in Marin like George Lucas, Robin Williams and Anne Lamott.
43. For visiting with not only Scott, but also Laura Mitchell and once again enjoying Parker and Kate so much.
44. For clarity and letting go of the past
45. For freedom from addictions of any kind
46. For celebacy
47. For a new Church
48. For the whisper of God
49. For a good night's sleep and a clear conscience
50. For the love of God. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Diversion & Thanksgiving










The Citadel deck with misters for my plants.









I woke up from a vivid dream at 3:45 yesterday a.m. and knew it was time to write.

I was standing next to a friend who was preparing a gift basket for his girlfriend. The box was wrapped in gold and inside where many boxes of gifts, also wrapped in shiny gold paper. The woman behind the counter looked up and said "Now for the final part" and she poured golden melted chocolate all over into the box and then closed it and wrapped it up.

Yikes!

Well I can think of many women for whom this would be just about perfect (plus my friend was quite handsome in a Matt McConaghey way). So perhaps whoever the woman was, she was in store for sex, chocolate (which many women view as synonymous, sex coming in second) and gold.

But step back and understand that gold is worthless without our mutual consent; chocolate will mess up your blood sugar; and unprotected sex can kill you or, at the very least, give you herpes.

Still, that is just the downside. The upside is pretty good.

All three are iconographic. A typical male version might be Salma Hayek driving up with your 2007 Mustang Shelby Cobra (black with leather interior) with an iced bottle of Bollinger.

Yummy at first glance, but apparently not my calling.

In either event from the wealthy and powerful to the poor and disenfranchised, we all have our diversions. Often when we remove one which has become problematic, we replace it with another.

This is a mistake in my opinion.

Pascal said we all have...well why bastardize it..okay...from memory "the infinite abyss can only be filled by an infinite and immutable object, that is to say, only by God Himself."

There. My Boy is Wicked Smaaaht.

It's the "God-shaped vacuum" theory in the human being as that being finds it's own inherent emptiness. There is a sense of lostness, disconnect and the playing field is just way too wide, thus diversions to keep ourselves from too much reality.

But reality is only bad in a godless universe of random chance. Even the Apostle Paul saw that if Christ was not really raised from the dead that it would be best to "PAR-TAAAAY!".

Well, I do not feel like partying, and as Walker Percy so aptly pointed out awhile back, alcohol at the party signals it's failure as such. Real partying takes place between sober souls like my friends Rick, and Rod, Scott, Kim, Reese, Mike, Big Mike, Wademan West and Wademan East, etc.

No, once diversions are put away it opens the door to the deeper reality of life in Christ. It's both a beautiful and vulnerable place. It's nothing like dead religion which wrings all the joy and humor out of life.

*******

I was sitting last night out on the deck, which I do far too little of. It's beautiful, and all of my plants, done mostly from seed, grow all around and incase the bamboo lights. There is a Tibetan prayer flag that is strung next to the lights then a long row down the rest of the deck of chinese lantern lights.

Hundreds of feet below is the valley, and the air is clean and rich with just a hint of ocean.

Despite this foul and insane dispute about my kids, it has been a very very good year. I was privileged to be right in the middle of the Mavericks Surf Contest and oversee all operations including its migration from New York to San Diego. I got to spend time in New York and San Diego, two of my favorite cities,. I made new friends that I will have for the rest of my life. I found a great church that speaks the truth, yet with humility and grace. I wrote a novel and painted my best painting yet. I was successfully banned multiple times from several Fundamentalist blogs for making too much sense. My roomate and I searched for and found the sweetest dog who we both adore. I rekindled my love for God.

I am also thankful for so many of you who read my blogs and have sent notes of encouragement. It means a lot to me because some of it really is for you and not just me processing (it's a mix).

When you have quiet time alone you can think about all you are thankful for. There is an old saying that if you are not grateful you have really not yet received the gift.

I'm grateful.

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Diversions









Deborah Hake Brinckerhoff
"Single Chair #3"
Oil on Canvas
2001
32 x 32"



Blaise Pascal, writing many centuries ago, noted that the hardest thing for human beings to do is sit alone in a room with no diversions. In modern times it is only worse because the diversions have multiplied exponentially, and via technology have become global.

For some it is uncomfortible; for others, terrifying.

Go to Ask.com and type in something seemingly absurd and see what you get. I typed in "underwater basketweaving" with a smirk that was quickly wiped off my face. There are a great number of people who are heavy into underwater basketweaving. I liked these sites:

Handbaskets: To Hell and Back
http://www.handbaskets.homestead.com/

Ben's Underwater Basketweaving Page
http://www.uwbw.org/

A History of UBW
http://sporkqueen.diaryland.com/010517_9.html

Well, you get the point (that and you will need to be scuba certified).

We all know someone who has a particular obsession we do not understand. It can be just about anything.

What are mine? Well that is what I am examining. Having divested myself (or been divested) of two major ones (a relationship with a woman, and the joys of alcohol), I see the stark wide-openess of life that has always existed.

And now it is time for the infamous Ernest Becker quote where he says that humanity is "drinking and drugging themselves out of consciousness, or they go shopping, which is the same thing."

The diversions of men and women are endless as are their addictions to these things. Thus we have AA, NA, Al-Anon, SA, FA, QA, GA, PA etc. And those who go to such groups have to go to a second group called MA (Meetings Anonymous) for those addicted to meetings.

I think it's probably better to sit alone with God, or go for a walk with a friend.

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What brought this on about "diversions"?

Well, in the middle of a game of Starcraft online with my son, my daughter called. I told her Adam and I were playing and I would call her back.

When we were done with our little diversion I called and she was upset. "I miss you," she said. "I want to see you."

We talked for awhile and I let her get it out, then tell me about her day and then she was fine and we told each other how much we love each other and that was that.

Then I thought about it after.

In the ten weeks that I could not see them she did not call to say she missed me. L attributed this to "well she is busy and they do not think of such things, only about when they will see friends, or what to wear." Of course, with L on a trip to the East Coast I feel sure Camille has expressed her missing L very much. But that is okay (yes, that is sarcasm).

When I talk to the both of them the scenario unfolds. Adam talks to me constantly about what he is going to buy and what he wants to buy. Camille talks to me about who she is going to see and what events she will be involved in.

Now there is nothing wrong with these things. There is nothing wrong with having nice equipment, or a car you enjoy...or to be very social. It is when it becomes your life though that a line is crossed into unconsciousness and consumption. It's where communication begins to diminish, and shared time that is relational begins to fade away.

And let's face it, some diversions (and we all need some) are better and healthier than others.

My playing Starcraft with Adam has several purposes. One, we enjoy it and it makes us think strategy. Two, we have to work together and it is maddening at times (I totally blew two games last night...he bore it well). It's also something we can do togther even though I cannot see him face-to-face (I have strict orders from the Warden...no visitation).

I would like both of my youngest kids to grow up being able to sit quietly alone in a room without diversions. Sure, it can only be for a short time as we are very limited.

Why you ask? Why not divert away because it's fun and we die all too quickly?

Because you find out who you really are when you are alone and without the din of other things, and the daunting expectations of the fallible humans in your life, including yourself.

And you also find that you are not alone.

There is no real way to experience this within the sheer clamor and din of culture, and the millions of subcultures, as it plays you and you play it. The manifold obligations of modern life are confusing, and then on top of that we are to also have all these other "lives" including the segregation of the "spiritual life" from the "sexual life" from the "professional life"...no wonder modern men and women are culturally and internally schizophrenic.

Most spiritual traditions (and a few religious ones) have a keen recognition of this. In Hinduism the outer clatter is "Maya" or illusion. The emptiness of Zen opens up an inner journey into a joyful void. And Christians for 2,000 plus years have been contemplatives who practiced the "presence of God."

I happen to be a Christian. In 2002 and part of 2003 I was a part of a small church in Roseville. They were a marked contrast to the megachurches of that valley who drove their Lexi into the lot every Sunday for their innoculation shot of religion. Nope, these people fed the poor, clothed the naked, visited those in prison, housed the homeless. And there was a mystical center also there, though few availed themselves.

I did. On a few mornings a week we would meet at 6:30 am in a small upper room, drink tea, light some incense and sit quietly and just be with God. We would do this for 20-25 minutes and it never ceased to amaze me how my mind could not sit still and "BE" for that 20 minutes. Yet, we kept good humor about that remembering that God is gracious and loving.

No diversions...just quiet openess.

I'd like to tell you I had many potent spiritual experiences, but that was not the case. Just a quiet enjoyment of God not abstracted or explained, and in a real sense no different than when you sit silently with a friend, or Camille sit on my lap and we look at the ocean.

*******

Okay, I did have one. But I know enough not to expect it again. It was a gift.

I had sat quietly for about 15 minutes when a picture opened up in my mind's eye. It was like a wall of water, but not water. I stuck out my mindful finger and playfully poked into it a couple of times and knew (how I do not know) that it was eternity with me on this side. I did that for about a minute, but it was a bit timeless (and I can still see it in my mind today).

That's it. Nothing very big or startling.

The modern age would have me try to capture, bottle and market such experience.

That's just dumb.

I share it openly with you, and also with my kids. It reminds me that other things are afoot which are quiet and real even though they do not go real fast, moisturize your skin, or make a member of the opposite sex attracted to you.

And I realize that Yahweh's deal with idolatry isn't because God is insecure or threatened. It is because we are and I think it pains God to see how we choose to not do life.





Friday, November 17, 2006

WORD


Miniature Croquet at The Citadel.

We live in an old converted mansion that has lots of weird paths. So we put up barriers, hazards, rails, etc. and transformed the whole estate into a giant Miniature Golf course using croquet balls. This was a long shot that banks down another long path that runs 150 feet. Adam won on the last shot.


To Martha and Mood Indigo,

Well, thank you both for your comments. It is appropriate to comment and I welcome it. In such a tense situation I am not going to handle it perfectly, I can only admit when I do not.

I was not being sarcastic when I wrote L saying:

I obviously know your view of legality (hiding behind it). Mine happens to actually listen and take things into account. But if I do not have some very quick answers from you, and extremely good ones, I am calling Alameda CPS and reporting the incident to them today.

There is nothing wrong with passion and I meant every word straight up.

Remember it was a letter that has a lot of history behind it. There is a fair use of the State in custody matters, and unfair use. There is trying to find justice and the best thing for the kids, and there is hiding behind what you can get away with. What you can get away with is usually not in the best interest of the children and is outside the bounds of moral and spiritual justice.

That was my point. I suppose I could have just said that. Maybe next time.

"Context is everything"
In my attempts to discuss issues about the children with L&LIBF it always devolves to the same point. They say their view and I consider it. When it is my turn "this conversation is over!"

The Reason LIBF tries so hard to convince me that "words do not matter" is because he wishes mine did not.

How do I know?

He is a book publisher and editor. Do you really think a book publisher and editor does not believe words mean anything?

So he is usuing words to explain the reality that my words mean nothing. What conclusions can we draw from this position?

I think he views his words as meaningful and mine as worthless. And this carries over. His words as the LIBF are meaningful in time and space to my children, and mine as the father are not.

What would you call such a position?

Of course there are contradictions. He threatened me for writing this blog once saying it was "libelous". Not so, I would invite him to use his superior and meaningful words (now I am being sarcastic) to show me one false statement I have made.

I am very careful about these things.

I have written about my enraged neighbor. Several things have happened to my Jeep the last week. I suspect, but cannot prove anything. Therefore I cannot confront him or make a police report. I don't like it, but until I catch him, or someone else witnesses it, I cannot do or say a thing.

*******

L and LIBF are hiding behind an old mediation agreement. It was signed many years back under duress by myself when I was unemployed, depressed and battling alcohol consumption (they often are together). Later, the agreement became superfluous when L needed more help. There were never any concerns expressed then even though I was still wrestling with my own stuff.

And, in mediation, I told the truth and L lied. She bold-faced told the mediator she did not wrestle with alcohol issues herself. If I had the power of subpoena at that monent I could have proved it from her numerous journal entries. But I did not and she lied.

Now today things are very different. I live in a beautiful flat, the kids have their own room, art stations, toys and books. I no longer drink alcohol at all, so it is a non-issue (even though I need to point out there was never an incident when I did, and like all citizens I am certainly free to do so responsibly in my own home). I am regarded by many as an exemplary father who is not only nurturing, but also visionary and creative.

I love my kids actively and with passion. And the worst charge that LIBF and L have been able to level is that I had not yet had Camille brush her teeth on a friday night while we watched a film.

THAT is what I mean by hiding behind the law.

So you see, this is about something other than the kids. What and why?

I have no idea, only guesses.

Of course, there is every good reason to believe that now that I have spoken openly they will come after me. Given the money they have I am sure they can whip up something intimidating. No matter. We have free speech in this country and I intent to use it. I will not be silent where the safety of my kids is at stake. And as I said, if it can be shown that any statement I have made is false, I will gladly recant.

Words do mean something, regardless of who says them. I asked L to tell me what she knew and she declined.

Please comment.
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Epilogue: Martha wrote me in a letter that she feels sure L is viewing me as the "Old Mac". I think this is true. She has no idea who I am today. I am a lot like the Mac of 1983, yet older and wiser. Time reveals all.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Cammie is Afraid




A rolled newspaper.



The following is based on the accounts my children gave me. Before I contacted Child Protective Services (CPS), about the incident below, I wrote L a letter about the safety of our own kids as she, currently, has full custody. I am sure LIBF has his own view, but since he does not believe "words mean anything, only actions" I sought comment by L. Also, she is the only one with any real power or legal standing within the family. Outside is another matter.
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I filed a complaint with CPS yesterday in Alameda County after much deliberation and consulting with friends and my pastor. In most cases they urged me to contact my Ex first about the incident as I could not be sure whether she knew about it or not.

Fair enough.

My motive was simply the protection of my kids. I have nothing against LIBF personally. He is just not allowed to be violent towards my kids. The following are excerpts from my letter to L:

The incident that transpired between R and Adam in the restaurant parking lot is very serious, which is why I am writing you. R is not a parent and only you have the right up until a reasonable age to physically punish a child. We both know that should never be done in anger, and Adam is far too old.

It was our daughter who fearfully brought up the subject. I do not feel she fears you, but she definitely fears R, and apparently whenever she wants to talk about things he is always there. She was very upset about it and explained what happened. Adam confirmed. I do not know if you were there in the parking lot of the New Zealander. I find it very difficult to believe that you would allow anyone to scream at Adam, violently grab him, shake him violently and then hit him repeatedly with a rolled up newspaper. I have to assume you were either not there or you did not see it.

Either way it is not only not acceptible, it is possibly criminal.

I obviously know your view of legality (hiding behind it). Mine happens to actually listen and take things into account. But if I do not have some very quick answers from you, and extremely good ones, I am calling Alameda CPS and reporting the incident to them today.

I do not wish to hear excuses from R. As he would say, "words mean nothing, actions everything".

Honestly, I will probably have to call today anyway. But I wanted you to at least have some ability to respond before I do. At the very least, to hear if you knew of this, and if so why you allowed it.

Another issue which came out is Camille, who in her fear of R, feels more comfortible talking with you sometimes as she feels she will be heard and not quickly quashed. It is our job to protect both of them. I am less worried about Adam because he is not going to be bullied.

Speaking of that, this has put me in a dilemma. If I say anything then perhaps Camille will feel reprisals and learn to not speak the truth out of fear. If I hear from her of any negative impact upon her for simply talking about a very upsetting incident to her own father I will add that to the report (which is probably why I have to do it anyway).

R needs to keep has hands OFF our kids, and no verbal assaults either or shaming.


I did get a response about 45 minutes later explaining their travel schedule, where she was taking the kids for Thanksgiving, and that I was not to contact the kids face-to-face in the meantime.

No mention of the violent shaking and hitting. No answer at all to their own father. Thus, CPS. That is what they are there for.

*******

As I have been writing the issue of fear keeps coming up. Violence is bore out of fear. Threats are bore out of fear. Reprisals? Fear.

Of course, given his weird warnings to me about verbal and physical assault it seems clear (from actions) that is R's issue, not mine. And it is now on record as domestic violence until he disputes it, which he won't.

You see, he feels justified and not the least bit repentant. When my daughter told him later "I do not like what you did to Adam," his response (according to her) was something along the order of "Adam is a man, and he has to be toughened up."

How does that sit with you when a "man" screams and is violent with a 14-year old boy?

A man can show restraint and maturity in such a situation. Adam had pushed his sister too hard and she fell down. He does not know his own strength (he is now about 6'1"). From all accounts (and remember L did not respond) LIBF did not first attend to Camille but began his attack on Adam.

That says more about LIBF than Adam. I'm sure Adam felt really bad; LIBF did not.

We all make mistakes, but justifying them later is damaging. I have made mistakes and said things in anger. Later I have to come back and apologize and ask for forgiveness and restore the relationship. That is what a man does, not resort to violence then try and mask it with some justification.

And let's be clear, if Adam had been attacking his sister (which he was not) and kept going, then force would have been necessary. But that doesn't fit the model of "toughening him up" does it?

"Toughening up" a 14 year-old boy by modeling aggression and violence only teaches a boy how to remain a boy, a bully and the misuse of power or force.

*******

Recently, a raging neighbor stole my phone thinking it was his next door neighbors. He has been sexually harassing, physically threatening and verbally abusive to this woman and every other woman in the building. He took the phone thinking it was hers (she had left it on a chair). I knew immediately it was him and I knocked on his door, then rang, then pounded because I knew he was there and he had taken my phone (which, by the way had been on the chair for all of two minutes...creepy).

He ripped open the door expecting someone other than me...a man. He sputtered. "You have my phone. I want it now" I said sternly. He was momentarily dazed and did as I had badically commanded. But by the time he got back to the door he regained steam and started to quake and yell all manner of obscenities at me screaming at me to shut up.

"I will not shut up. I want my phone, give it to me now."

He started screaming "Get out of HERE!!!" at the top of his lungs.

"I will not get out of here. You have stolen my property and if you do not give it to me I will call the police".

Then came the lies. "It was on the ground!" he bellowed.

"IT was not on the ground. You are lying. It was on that chair for two minutes and you came out and took it thinking it was H's".

He puffed up his chest and was seething, but I did not back down an inch.

Finally he threw the phone past me.

"If you broke my phone you will replace it." I said.

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I hear him downstairs banging on things, slamming doors, and last night, when a neighbor politely suggested to his girlfriend that he move his truck so the recycling men could get to the cans today, he got on his crutches (he blew his knee out a few days after a particularly bad incident...Instant Karma?) and hobbled down to the laundry room where he proceeded to take the neighbors laundry and throw it all over the floor. Then he stole the two light bulbs out of the sockets so it was pitch black in there.

He is 50 years old.

What happened to this man?

Someone taught him cowardice, bullying and violence. He is not a man, he is a shell.

I am not suggesting that LIBF is a shell or really anything like this man. L wouldn't stand for it.

The point is about violence and the formation of character. "Toughness" doesn't come from violence. The "toughest" man of the last century was Ghandi, no? He broke an Empire through Non-Violence and active resistance. In that way he is a reflection of Christ, who also makes "new men and women" in His image. In Him we have the freedom to resist, tell the truth and not resort to power or violence.

When my raging neighbor was so threatening there was every possibility he would hit me. Sure, I have the advantage of being intimidatingly large, but sometimes that eggs bullies on. I was prepared to receive a blow. And if I had I would have simply wrapped him up and asked someone to call the police. It would have solved a lot of problems in this building if he was simply in jail.

But he didn't because at the root of his bullying is fear. That is why he harasses single women. He leaves me alone, and of course Reese, but only because I am here.

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The story remains: Adam made a mistake and it hurt his sister, but it was not out of rage or to teach Camille "lesson". What the adult in his life did was teach him about violence and non-restraint.

Regardless, Adam will grow up to be a fine man, just like his brothers. They have self-respect, are kind and caring and they can hold their ground.

I am more worried about Camille. She is genuinely scared, and why not? Just see it through her eyes for a moment. I'm just proud she had the stuff to respectfully question LIBF about it later.

She did not buy his answer, and neither do I.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Cammie and Papi





After over 10 weeks of being witheld we were "allowed" 6.5 hours since it was convenient for L.

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Adman Shot 1







Adam got the best shots of the day. Uncropped. Posted by Picasa

Adman Shot 2








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Birthday









Adam opening a present at Hunan Home's, our favorite Chinese restaurant in Chinatown.




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Monday, November 13, 2006

A Model of Projection









Lots of projection going on here.





Yesterday, I was allowed to see my children for the first time in ten weeks or so. But before I could, I received a terse email from LIBF stating that:

I won't be at the church at 12:30 pm for the pickup but If I hear that you are in the least bit abusive with Lori on Sunday, verbally or physically, I will get a restraining order so fast it will make your head spin.
Now accusing me of being verbally or physically assaulting is just silly. Anyone who knows me understands I am a peacemaker and also an advocate of non-violence.

So it would be a bit like someone saying to an Amish elder, "Boy, if I find out you are an Islamic Terrorist I'm gonna report you so fast it will make your head spin."

So I began to wonder what could possibly bring such a bizarre statement completely out of left field? It could be just natural fearfulness (and I hope it is just that, although that can be problematic for others); or projection.

In either case I do not know.

Why fearfulness? Well some part may be natural male fear. I tower over the man and am a lot younger (okay not that much younger, only ten years). I am also the children's natural father and for all of his trying to buy them nice things he can never replace me or buy their affection.

Next, I speak openly about issues, which drives people with control issues nuts because they, er...can't control it. He tries to keep a cool exterior, but I already know from many incidents that he does not. He yells at my children and interrupts them constantly when they start to express themselves fully. His ever-so threatening emails to me denote anger that he has a hard time controlling.

In that sense he is a weak man because he cannot control his temper, listen and be open.

The Projection issue worries me more. People who accuse others and threaten others concerning their lives do so because it is in their life not necessarily in the person who is playing the current "movie screen". Some times the issues are mutual, as we have seen in the recent impolsions of some leading Republicans who persecuted homosexuals while being so themselves. Or, the sad story of Pastor Haggard.

But often people project their own stuff onto other people to whom it is foreign.

He knows the history of L's verbal and physical attacks on me. If anything, and I would not expect this with witnesses around, it would be the reverse. The first time L attacked me physically I should have called the police.

It doesn't make any sense even on the surface. After not seeing my kids face to face for ten weeks, and with presents loaded in the back for Adam's birthday; I with no record, am going to jump out of the car, ignore my sweet kids who want to hug me and be abusive to their mother?

What kinda insane sense does that make? It's an ugly scene that exists only in his mind.

So why would R think that I would be verbally or physically abusive?

Why would a restraining order ever be needed?

And why does his mind go there when mine is a million miles away?
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Monday, November 06, 2006

Incarnational parenting










Adam hams it up with some guys at the Ballpark.









My apologies for not getting back on the Incarnational aspect of parentling. Put imply I learned this from the God Who came down and became like us. One of the key things that differentiates Christianity from other world religions is the way God, or the gods, or the philosophy MOVES.

In the circle of reincarnation one is looking for an upward movement. In Greek philosophy the same with its teaching about the immortality of the soul. In Islam (radical or otherwise) it is a matter of obedience to Allah. Up the list we go with our trying to move upward by a variety of means. Perhaps only Zen teaches us to be still, here, now.

That is probably why I like it.

But in core Christianity the primary movement is not up, it is down. God comes down, gestates in a womb for nine months or so and then spills into our riot to live among us, to be us. This is not the "far-off" God who winds up the universe and leaves, but the God who has blood coursing through His veins, gets hungry and has to pee.

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Now I grew up in a weird time... right in the middle of a paradigm shift from the staid and locked down East Coast 50s to the wide-open Counter-Culture California 60s. Looking back it is mostly rather funny. You couldn't go into the Living Room (which was pristine), and yet my parents were experimenting with pot. I now see they were simply caught in two worlds (believe me, I know the feeling).

They expected me to function fully in their world regardless. It did not matter that I did not fully understand the rules. I was just supposed to know, obey and get good grades. I don;t remember either parent ever sitting down and talking with me unless I had done something wrong. But more on that in just a bit.

The point is I learned, from God's example, to attempt to "incarnate" into my childrens world. To meet them THERE, rather than constantly demand they meet me in my world (let's face it the adult world ain't that great anyway). So when any of my kids are disrespectful to me I do address it immediately, but then I talk with them and try to meet them in what is going on inside. There is usually something more.

Sometimes it is that they need to get out or perhaps just a bit more attention. Our flat here at The Citadel, no matter how beautiful is still probably under 900 square feet.

L thinks my taking the kids places all the time is just eccentric or cute. I assure you it is not. It is so they can run, breath fresh air, see new things and be KIDS! They cannot do that sitting here watching TV and video games all day long.

The main thing is meeting them in their world. That is why we play games and I watch movies I am not that interested in. You don't think Jesus was bored with our diversions? Think again. But I am not Jesus. Just a dad who loves his kids.

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One of the things I most respect about my father is he is always changing. He has not exactly tried to "incarnate" into my life and see things from my view but I am realizing that he tried in his own way in some significant areas that have effected my life.

These were his interests, not mine. But, they became mine a as a result. The three areas were photography, basketball and cars. Not bad if you think about it. And he did a lot of that while his own marriage was crumbling. I don't know, but perhaps his new attention in those areas was because he saw what was coming down the road.

Anyway, I think in that way he did "incarnate" into my young world. I became a very good photographer; I was pretty good at basketball and over the last ten years I have gotten better at fixing cars on my own. In fact, Adam and I are now scouring the Internet looking for a Fixer project for January.

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One of the core issues between human beings is a lack of empathy. When God became a man He defined what empathy means in the most radical of ways. This is what kids need most. Simply giving them the Household Commandments is not enough (helpful though it may be and necessary). Posted by Picasa

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Authority, Voice and Incarnation










Adam and Camille preparing for Spongebob.





One of the few connection points that Adam and I can enjoy daily is playing side by side in a game called Starcraft. He's quite good. In fact, recently we went head to head like a good chess match andhis direct attack decimated my flanking him from the right. I was proud of him. Well played.

I suppose it was a replay of that story my Dad likes to tell when I was 16 and I was beating him in basketball 16-4 and he asked about getting "points".

"You never gave me any" I said.

Well he likes that story and I like this one. Older son Thomas utterly schooled me in Tribes. Proud of that. You want your kids to excel and are happy when they have success...even if you have to suck a humble bit of pie.

Well we could not play yesterday because L had barred Adam from using his computer.

"Why?"

"She said I was disrespectful."

So maybe he was and maybe he was not. It would not be the first time a 14 year old boy was sassy with his mother. So I will not assume...I mean I was not there.

But the policies of disrespect are more concerning. Adam recently told me that now whenever he has ANY argument with his sister (who is about to turn nine) he loses one day in getting his drivers license.

Well I think we all know what that means in both directions. On the one hand there is nothing more important to a young man than a car (okay, that and girls). On the other hand the power over that has been handed over to his 9-year-old sister. It's not if his argument is right or wrong...it's the simple act of speaking up for himself and respecting himself.

Do that and you lose a day.

Now Adam's relationship with his sister is very different from what I grew up with. They love each other on most days. At times Adam has been almost like a third parent as he has been the one constant in Camille's life. L has not always been there, and neither have I. But Adam always is, and he handles it well.

If that sort of rule had come down at my old house I would have gotten my license around the age of 35.

Now it is true what Bill Cosby says. Parents do not want justice "what they want is quiet!". But this is unjust because it gives Camille too much power and it disrespects Adam and makes it sure he has no voice.

Voice is at the core of our self-respect. That is global, political, social, and personal.

Sure, we are responsible for that voice. I am now as I type these words. LIBF accused me of libel and I challenged him to show me where and when. No response. I was never worried as I have been very careful to speak only about what I know is verifiable.

We are actually commanded to tell the truth, which seems a very hard thing for most people (see the present election). The attempts to silence open disclosure are constant. I get it every week.

I found out recently on a business trip that I am on a Government Watch List (obviously for my political views of this administration). I comfort myself with the honor that Tony Campolo, Jim Wallis and others are on the same watch list. I'm pretty sure that LIBF is too. [You shd check that out R. All you have to do is ask if they have not already informed you.]

Dad, you probably are too because you write those editorials I so enjoy. Keep writing them. They are really good.

When the woman at the airport asked me if I was on the LIST I laughed. Too dumb to consider...but as she typed in info I got worried. I sheepishly asked "er, am I on the Government Watch List?"

"Yes, you are Mr. MacDonald. Have a nice flight."

Now what would you feel walking away?

A surreal feeling washes over you. Then you wonder as you drop your shoes, belt and possessions into trays for scanning "who is watching me if I am on a Watch List?"

It's a mixture, in my case of fear and pride. Kind of like the Irishman I so enjoy in Braveheart who says "this conflict has brought out the finest people". But I still felt fear about simply voicing my opinion and talking mostly about facts.

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I was "Banned" fourteen times last year from a popular blog (Tennapel.com) that is Christian Right-wing at it's worst. It's not a forum for the squeemish. You need to show up in Internet blue-face.

The interesting thing was I was not banned for being rude or overly Liberal. I was banned because I made reasoned arguments. I made scriptural arguments, logical ones, historical ones, epistimological ones. I used story, narratives, and classic apologetics.

Banned. Shut Up Mac.

So I ask you, isn't the message to my son "shut up"?

"Just lost another day...oh...there's another one...and another"

Well, he is my son. As Reese says "Tree...apple...sigh". He has self-respect, and he should. He will bear the indignity of being silenced for a period of time, but that time is running out.

My only fear for him is that he will personalize it. People want to silence you not because of what you are saying, but because of their fear of what you might say and open disclosure.

This is the nature of self-repression and overt oppression.

So far he bears it well, with good humor. All parents are idiots in their own way, myself included. When we hurt our kids is when we pretend we really know what we are doing. God knows what He is doing...we are just stewards, and rather foolish ones on many occasions.

Keep your sense of humor son. Try to respect your mother whether she earns it or not because it is good for your soul. She loves you and is doing the best she knows how. Keep your own self-respect. I respect you.



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Incarnation in a bit...I have to go to Church.




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Friday, November 03, 2006













The Pumpkin.






Two statements in an email to Reese and I about L & LIBF's trip to Washington:

"Once again, no one is withholding your kids from you. Reese, you can attest to that. Chris could come to see them and take them for an outing any time."

"No visits will be set up for this time, however. "


So this is the new version of the insanity.

1) The kids can come twice a month if you have a supervisor
2) You have a supervisor. The kids cannot come.

1)You can come see and take them for the day anytime.
2) You cannot come and get them.


Unreturned phone calls with multiple messages to my kids.

Hey, but she will take my checks!

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Smoke and Mirrors

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My son's photoshop version of me.






Gotta get me some Afro-Sheen and a winkie-dinkie dawg.




Well the Ex and LIBF are going to Washington for a week and they, of course, gave me no information. I mean I am only the father.

When I requested the information, and also addressed the hypocrisy of their living together while being in Christian leadership I was told that all my words and actions are "smoke and mirrors".

There was also an invitation to take it to the "next level", which I will accept now that I have been asked.

Now this is not for everyone. And, as I have written previously, I myself have been a LIBF. But it was a mistake, as a Christian and bore out of a certain despair.

When Reese and I were a romantic couple a part of our deciding to "shack up" was practical. That may be some of it for L and LIBF. It's not cheap living in the Bay Area. That part does not bother me at all. Nor does their obvious affection for one another. It is simply the hypocrisy. L hides behind an old legal situation that no longer applies but is not legally married to her partner who, in his arrogance, acts like a father.

It is not easy being a Christian. My roomate is not one and her world-view seems a great deal more comfortible than mine. To be a Christian means to live with one foot in one world, and the other in a different one. It is quite, er...disjointing at times. But it is, nonetheless, real.

And there are ramifications. My Ex is director of Children's Ministries at a major church in San Francisco. As such it is incongruous that she should withold her own children from their loving father while shacking-up with her boyfriend, who is also a major player in Christian publishing.

Anybody with me on this?

I was involved with leadership at Horizon Church in Roseville. The pastor knew I was living with my girlfriend at the time. He never judged me; he simply came and asked me one day "What would you do if you were me?"

"I'd take me out of leadership until I got my head out of my arse and got it right."

"That was easy" he said. And that was that.

Well I got my head out of my arse, but I still am in no hurry to do leadership stuff. What people do privately is between them and God, for the most part, but in a Christian worldview it is sin to disrespect the father, to divorce them and to live with a man when unmarried...and particularly so if you are in leadership in the Church.

Even those outside the faith feel this way. It is another piece of the hypocrisy that world points to and just says we are all phoneys.

Well I am a sinner. I am not a phoney though. Sanctification (being set-apart for God) is not an easy process, but it is real.

Jesus said we should not repay evil for evil; and we should also love those who decide to make themselves our enemies. I take that very seriously. In fact, it leaves me in a quandry.

What to do?

I welcome your comments and advice and you should do so unhindered. Do I take this whole thing more public" Or do I pray it through? Do I do both? And what of my kids who are witnessing this melt-down of their own parents?

There is nothing about this that is smoke and mirrors. This is a reality that I wake up to every single morning. I am trying very hard to be fair. It's difficult when you cannot pass by your kid's room and hear them sleeping peacefully.