Don’t Save Me A Place In Heaven

My search for a deeper inner life Synopsis Don’t Save Me A Place in Heaven – My search for a deeper inner life an everyman journey. It is a journey replete with joy, greed, laughter, gluttony, love, arrogance, questioning, and obsessive contemplation. The underlying theme, my life long quest for meaning, will resonate with an ever-increasing number of persons for whom the old truths and symbols have lost relevance. Because we each live according to the stories we believe at the time, my journey begins with my experiences as a good boy in a middleclass, urban, Christian community in Nashville, Tennessee. Experiences measured by the Good Book stories revealed to me by people in whom I put my faith. People who, I found out later, often lived differently from their words. My evolution from a Christian believer to an inner believer is chronicle in engaging stories, stimulating thoughts, and sermons delivered along the way/ My journey ends with droll narratives and observations based on the stories I now believe. Many filtered through my self-adjusting moral compass. At four, I was intrigued by the stories of Uncle Remus, as read to me at bedtime by my mother. Especially the exploits of Brer Rabbit. Like that crafty hare, I created my own special hiding places to reflect on life’s happenings, make plans to outfox the fox, and make my fantasies come true. My special hiding place became an old willow tree in the yard of Miss Etha Green. That tree must have been a million years old and was the tallest I’d seen. Though its branches were too high for climbing,...

Watch Out For Black Swans!

Black Swans were discovered by the expedition of William de Viamingh on the west coast of Australia in 1697. Discovery of the black swan created a furor in Europe’s scientific community. In Europe all swans are white. And the term “all swans are white” was often used to indicate the validity of any well-known scientific truth. Since that time a “black swan event ” has come to mean an event that defies prediction. When the unexpected occurs, people often engage in hindsight-bias by unknowingly inserting knowledge gained after the event into the gaps of knowledge available at the time of the event. This often leads one to erroneously believe that the event was preventable or predictable. The Internet has had an enormously chilling effect on getting at the truth. Anyone can write anything, and there is always someone to take what is written as gospel. There has also been a dramatic increase in paranoia fueled by uninformed and scrupulous individuals using black swan events as proof of conspiracies and other evils for personal gain. These persons examine an event – 9/11, Katrina, the Japanese Tsunami, Sandy, etc. – combining pre-event and post event information to reach a conclusion that is commensurate with their previously held conviction or viewpoint. They say, “See, I knew that was going to happen.” Following 911 someone fabricated a Nostradamus quote that was in wide Internet circulation indicating the old sage predicted 911. Several friends sent it to me. I didn’t hear from any of those friends when it was found out that an individual made it up after the fact. Especially over the Internet,...

A Word From The Wise To Mature Single Men

If you’re a mature, single male looking for a woman, my best guess is you’d prefer eye candy to a home cooked meal. However, the majority of you mature, single men will eventually settle for food. Since my married, male friends outnumber my single male friends, many these insights are based on information provided by female friends. There are few anecdotes drawn from fellow male searchers and my own experiences. Keep in mind, however, this epistle addresses the rule, not the exceptions. When dating, or early in a new relationship, men are not likely to consciously realize or verbalize what they are seeking from it. Woman often have a preconceived goal like security, adventure, companionship, or some version of intimacy. And, they’ve probably discuss their desires ad nauseam with their female friends. You probably told your male friends, you’re just out looking for a hot babe to bed down. To others, you’ve probably said, you’re just looking for someone with whom to have a good time. The four basic underlying relationship goals of mature, single men are adventure; food/maid service; a female buddy for secular fun; and long-term intimacy. The ultimate intimate relationship, marriage, is more likely to be a woman’s goal, than that of a man. Widowed men, more than divorced men, however, may be looking for a replacement wife. Mature men also tend to harken back rather than look forward. This is true in most every aspect of their lives. Therefore, men usually begin the dating process fantasizing about regaining youth and virility from an attractive, younger female companion. Even if their physiology is telling them something...

A Word From The Wise To Mature Single Women

More than a decade ago, within a few months of the death of my wife, I entered the mature dating scene. At first, I dated known friends and recommendations of friends, meeting some very nice women. Some remain friends to this day. Deciding I wanted companionship with some continuity, I joined eHarmony and Match.com. I had virtually no real dating experience. My wife was my first intimate relationship. Though I had numerous passing infatuations as a young man, most of them were from a distance. My beginnings, as a mature dating adult were fraught with juvenile expectations from both the women I dated and from me. One Match date asked me, how long it would take me to get over my dead wife. She erroneously equated my wife’s death with her three divorces. Several women tried quickly to bed me down, in the hopes that I would marry them without due diligence. Those ladies were looking for security wherever it might be found. Regretfully many had prematurely substituted perfume, pants suits, and sequined flip-flops for their femininity to ever be successful in landing a responsible man. In my decade of singularity, I’ve had three relationships that lasted more than a year. One remains a dear friend. Another would still be in my life, if she’d just repaid the money she borrowed. Another projected considerable fantasies, both positive and negative, on to me that I could never live up or down to. There are also a dozen or more women with whom I’ve conversed over lunch, dinner, through emails and phone calls. I remain friends with a few of those...

I Am A Mind Reader

You May Be Too, by Larrywomack.com When I was two, I was virtually mindless. My primary focus was “I”. All I wanted was food, comfort, a colorful toy, and was willing to cry very loudly to get it. All I offered in return was the potential of quiet. I was egocentric. At three I underwent a magical transformation. I was suddenly capable of looking past myself and could take in account the wants, needs, and wisdom of others. I had developed what is called folk psychology: the ability to make predictions about what’s on others’ minds. I, like you, became a genius at mind reading. I could, with ever-increasing accuracy, guess what others may be thinking, how they might be feeling, what they would possibly do next. We all make these mental projections easily, without even recognizing that we are doing something fundamentally amazing: Making predictions about what is going on in another’s head and, even more amazingly, our predictions often prove correct. A number of years ago, my aged grandfather Charles Womack, was in the hospital for a non-life threatening operation. My father, his four siblings and I were in his hospital room. As were we leaving for the cafeteria, the hospital Chaplin entered the room and asked if we would like to say a payer for my grandfather. We agreed and joined hands. As Episcopalians we were not particularly moved by his off-the-cuff ramblings, but were respectful to his effort. During the prayer, my Aunt Elizabeth began to sniffle and cough. Following his Amen, the Chaplin hugged my aunt saying: It will be all right, God is looking...