Saturday, October 15, 2011

I never thought I'd see the day...

On August 20, I married my best friend. After four years of dating one another, Krystal and I finally made it official. 

It was a hot and humid day in Southwest Missouri when we gathered at a beautiful park, all dressed up and anxious.  I'm not sure if the sweat I felt trickling down my back was from the heat or from the nervous anticipation of a wonderful life together.

My photographer friend, Heather Fison (you should really check out her work!), documented the day for us. Pastor Tom Matrone from Central Assembly of God officiated. My dear friend Mike Mills was my best man, and his daughter, Marissa Mills was Krystal's maid of honor.

Krystal was radiant in her beautiful dress.  I found myself speechless as she walked down the gravel path with her amazing smile dazzling us all.  Even Pastor Tom commented about her amazing smile as she walked toward us.

There are no words to describe what a wonderful friend I have in Krystal.  We've both experienced a lot of interesting events in our lives.  We've both struggled, failed, tried again and overcome.  I count myself to be amazingly blessed to have her as my partner.  I fall more deeply in love with her every day. 

There will be more pictures to come.  We want to make sure certain family members get copies before we publish them on the web.

I'd like to thank all of our friends and family who've been supportive of us for these four years.  You are appreciated, loved, and we'll never forget your contributions to our lives.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Why do we treat each other with disrespect?

A customer came into my store yesterday wanting me to make some adjustments to her account.  When I asked for her password, she had no idea what it was--and as is quite common, treated me as if it were my fault she didn't know her password.  When I explained that there was no way I could get into the billing account without the password she had set up, she picked up her phone and made a call.  Here was the conversation as I recall it.

"Hey, I'm down here at the cell phone company and can't get into my billing account without the password."
<Louder>
"Are you still asleep???!!"
<Louder>
"What the *@&!  I can't get in without the password!  Do you know what it is?"
<Still Louder>
"I don't even know why we set up a password in the first @#^*! place.  Okay, bye."

A moment later, she said to me:  "It's funny.  I never told you who I was talking to, but you instinctively knew it was a man."  I hadn't mentioned any gender, but whatever. 

My response?  "Why?  because you were screaming at him on the phone, or because you had to ask him for your password?"

Answer sexism with sexism, I guess.  Perhaps I was a bit out of line.  I'll give you that.  No, women don't necessarily need a man to tell them their passwords.  No, all women don't scream and swear at the men in their lives.  So, before any of my female readers take offense, I was actually trying to illustrate a point to this specific woman. 

My point is this:  Why is it acceptable, and even expected, that women should be able to speak to their partners in this way?  Why was it that this woman assumed I would agree with her actions and even find humor in it?  Why, as a society, is it politically correct to bash men, while the same treatment directed at women would be considered reprehensible?

I've heard the argument before:  "Well, men have dominated society for so long that women are angry.  Men have treated women as inferior to themselves for far too long, so it's time for women to stand up and take care of themselves."  Okay, some men have subjugated women.  Some men have treated women with disrespect.  Some men still do.  But not all men.  All men have never treated women that way.  Therefore, by showing a general disrespect for all men based solely upon their gender, who then is the sexist?

You see, it's very similar to the argument that claims that since dark-skinned Americans were held as slaves in the past it becomes acceptable for their modern descendents to be angry at Caucasian Americans.  Really?  I'm responsible for what someone did well over 100 years before my birth?  I've never owned a slave, nor have I ever wanted to.  I've never beaten someone, or forced them to perform labor to enhance my lifestyle.  By insisting that all Caucasians are somehow substandard human beings because of the actions of people long dead and buried, those who hold those beliefs are actually practicing racism. 

Seems to me that if we followed the scriptural teachings that instruct us to treat others the way we wish to be treated, we'd avoid these pitfalls.  Why do we need to lash out at people for things they haven't done?  Seriously? 

Many will say, "you don't know the pain I've endured at the hands of..."  You're right, I don't.  Are you divorced?  Did your former spouse mistreat you?  Perhaps so, but that doesn't mean that all people of that gender are prone to that behavior.  Were you physically assaulted by someone?  Perhaps so, but that doesn't mean that all people of that ethnic background are prone to that behavior. 

What we need is civility in all directions.  It should not be acceptable to insult a group of people simply because of gender.  It should not be acceptable to insult a group of people simply because of ethnicity.  And yet, it is considered acceptable in our society...especially when that group is Caucasian males. 

Think about it.  Commercials, television shows, movies... if you watch with a critical eye, the vast majority of them will show the husband as abusive, egocentric or pathetically out of touch.  Many times the characters demonstrate a combination of all three characteristics.  This is the image with which we're bombarded, and it's considered acceptable.  It's a distorted caricature of masculinity, but it's considered acceptable.  Yet, if a man in an office building were to ask his female administrative assistant to pour him a cup of coffee he's committed an offense worthy of complete and immediate evisceration. 

Come on, people!  Men and women are both vitally important in society and in the family.  Neither is expendable, and neither should be discounted or disrespected!  No matter what your gender or ethnicity, you are no better, nor are you of any greater importance, than any other human being!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Pondering...

As I sit at my desk in the Willard Davis Cellular store, watching the trees bending sharply in the early afternoon wind, I have a few moments to ponder.  The day started off very sunny and warm, but is expected to deteriorate into severe storms and rain tonight.  Forecasters are saying tornadoes are unlikely but possible.  There is even talk of baseball-sized hail.  Right now, however, the sun is shining through a slightly greyish haze and the wind is stiffly blowing across Willard.  People scamper across the parking lot in their newly rediscovered shorts and tank tops, showing of their not-quite-yet rediscovered spring tans.

It's a quiet day here at the store.  I've had a few customers, but for the most part I've been puttering around the store trying to make it appear cleaner and more presentable.  First impressions are vital, after all.

But, for the moment, I ponder.  I imagine what the temperature must feel like out there in that wind.  I think of being on the lake with my closest friends.  I fantasize about the flavor of the Chinese food I'm smelling from next door.

A bit goofy, perhaps, but I've always been a ponderer.  In school they called it daydreaming.  They frowned upon it as if it were somehow akin to swearwords or writing in one's textbooks.  My reply, though mostly unspoken, was that if there were something more interesting going on in the classroom, I wouldn't be spending my time pondering the goings-on beyond the windows.

So, ponder away, my friends!  Enjoy the limitless world of your imaginations!  Take a moment for mental recreation!  One never knows where one might end up!