Sabbath Messages > Sabbath Message: November 12, 2005
Good Sabbath
November 12, 2005
I was in Northern California with my dear Brother, Lewis. Mother Nature shed her best autumn weather on us; it was gorgeous flying weather, or walking throughout Berkeley to see the USC-Cal game. It was all up hill from Lew's car to the stadium on the splendid campus of UC; when the game was finished, we walked "forever" to find the car, leaving tired footsteps in our wake.
Just sharing a couple of days with my Brother is so very good. His hospitality is legendary, along with his sense of humor and wit. He has this thing in his car, which tells him how to get to where he is going. It talks and shows each bit of direction and makes it more fun.
I always remember football weather as brisk so that falling leaves have a soft landing as they plink into early snow, or rainy moods, or Indian Summer with its refusal to recognize the coming winter, bringing unexpected warmth and sunshine, when much worse is the usual pattern. But how we treasure those kinds of "summers", for we who have felt the frozen toes and fingertips while ice skating in any pond that would surface into a rink. That last feeling of frozen appendage was what propelled me into my dream of coming to Southern California, where I found my wondrous Frances, and raised our own family, each one of which had their own dream of where they wanted to live: the daughter in Colorado, the elder son in Oregon, and our second son here in San Diego County ,for each finds his link to dream and ambition where ever it might lay.
When I got home, Fran informed me that one of my favorite humans had passed away, Peter Drucker, the father of modern scientific management, with whom I had formed a friendship in which I idolized him and he tolerated me, his disciple. I never spoke with a man who showed less vanity for himself, and more wisdom towards life and its future.
There are men who have insight into the future because God allows them to become our true visionaries; Drucker personified this stature of mere mortal transforming society and all whom he touched or influenced; and how he did influence me. To be a visionary one must be unafraid of jealousy or ridicule; and one must not participate in political venom which kills society as it spreads into a disease, for one simply cares about making society better in place and spirit, always searching for the deserving-especially the young--so that each knows that God and mortal had touched them, as they had the opportunity to become very special..
So, I thank God for allowing those wonderful hours with my Brother, and the happy return to my beauteous life companion, and the memory of a mentor who had shared his values with another disciple. Trouble is only the brief connection between bad and good, for life can be so good, when we appraise each moment, each human companion, each Godly gift, each possibility, and find the way to make each of those portions of life's evolve towards immortality and peace.
May you be fulfilled and find those mentors and blessings along the way.
sandy
