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Free Of Any Sanctimonious Rust

Homeland, Ca.

Just down highway 74 on the left is a little two year old church meeting in a 50 year old building. It’s 20 minutes from my house. I had agreed to come on a Sunday morning a month ago, and I completely forgot about it the day I was supposed to be there. So I made time to reschedule on my official calendar.

I wasn’t expecting too much. It was part of getting the word out about “The Gathering” coming up Sept. 12. There might have been 60 people there. But the presentation was maybe the best for me in years! Not because of new songs but rather the fresh thoughts I have had that went with the old songs.

“you all have at least one person in your life that you can call to mind” I said at midpoint in the set. “who asks you for favors all the time… but when you ask for a little of their time they don’t have it”. “well that is my relationship with God” I said flatly. My prayers are all about him helping me move my plans around and him doing things for me” but when he asks me to wait a little or follow his instructions, I really don’t want to! “

“I believe the ‘angels’ we entertain unaware might be the ugly people who irritate us most, the ones that force us to do what God asks”. I sang “you keep me coming back” with a whole different light on it.

There was a freshness about my attitude that I cannot explain except that I have been through enough uncomfortable places in my own relationships lately that I found a new insight and it poured forth from somewhere outside myself. it was as fresh a perspective as I might have ever had in my life, based on experiences in recent hours.

I told a joke about asking my mom to beat me cause when she stopped it just felt so good. And Sunday I felt that way. Really good after a fresh beating, the feelings of my own moral inventory left me “rotoruetered” to the point that maybe my soul was completely free of any sanctimonious rust and religious white wash.

I wish you could have been there to see that pillar of cloud by day. I wish I could manufacture that fresh manna so that I might parlay it into a lasting career of effectiveness too. But such will not happen and maybe never the same way again because that is the God I know. Never does the same thing twice the same way. I can’t imagine how it could have been better.

K So there’s that…. Bryan d

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My first "Speech"

Thank you for inviting me to be with you this morning I consider this a real honor.

I’d like to open with a letter I wrote to God, from a book I have coming out this year, called Dear God… Really?  Prayers you won’t hear in church.

Dear God… Make me a success

I’m not sure what that means really, but my vision is to be independently wealthy, so I don’t need anybody. I’ll pay appropriate homage to you of course and act humble. I’ll give to those in need too, I just don’t want to be one of them. I’d like to be in control and look good to everyone around me.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I do look a lot more spiritual when I’m not lacking anything. It’s easier to tell others about you and how you made it all happen. It’s a win-win for both of us. As I see it, no body listens to poor people! Here’s where your plan for “spreading the gospel” might not be working. Most of your followers have very little influence in their communities. The Gospel is the “Good News” right? So what could be better than not being needy?

Thanks for letting me share… amen

My favorite read is Oswald Chambers.. mostly his devotional “my utmost for his highest”… I call him Ozzie… the one thing that has stuck out in the last year from his work is where he says “avoid posing as a profound person”…

So here I am accepting an opportunity to speak to you about some great insights into success. All I know is I’ve been in the music business for 40 years. I’m still here. So I guess I’m successful.

I relate most to a quote in the movie ‘As Good As It Gets. The Gay guy observes of the disgruntled novelist about his new attempt at a love life….“the one thing you have going for you is your willingness to humiliate yourself”.

This morning I’ve been asked to speak to you about “The cost of success and the Road To Redemption”. I don’t pretend to know that cost in actual figures. But I know I’m still making payments! and my interest rate is pretty high. In the movie the Awakening, a researcher, being interviewed for a new job says, “I’ve been studying the habits of worms for the last 20 years, to see if there was any chance of using worm feces for fertilizer”. ? “that would never work” the interviewer says. The researcher replies “Yes, I know that now” .

The cost of success is greatest in discovering what success is not! And these days it might be discovering what success is not anymore! We have a golden opportunity in these lean times to sharpen our focus on what is most productive. They say companies are run better with less waste when they can no longer afford to waste. In rehab, I recall a statement about climbing the ladder of success only to find the ladder was leaning against the wrong building. What I have learned recently is that Upward movement can be a deception. I have also learned in my own experience that if the ladder is not stable the climb will be a waste of time.

I had a reasonably stable ladder as a young man. My dad was a preacher, so was my mom for that matter. I could point out the defects of character in my parents that I might have inherited, but all in all I was given a good foundation. One thing I had to learn by myself however, is that having the answers before you know the questions does not help you work the problem. Put an arrogant big shot on a “stable” but skinny ladder and when he gets to the top his own weight distribution will definitely change the dynamic.

I believe maintaining a balanced EGO might be the first cost of success. Cause it gets fatter the closer to the top of the ladder you get. I found myself expecting more and delivering less.

I’ve always questioned Jesus’ words “if you want to lead learn to be the servant of all”. I chose to “delegate” my service requirements. To the point I had too much time on my hands. I was financially unworried for thirty years. But I was not content. My passion became a distant cousin in my little family business.

I wrote a song recently, that says “You gotta do what you love… and love what you get”.  That’s really where I might have gone wrong to begin with. I was unhappy with the results of my passion, mostly it was because it was never enough!.  Pretty soon it was “just business”. I ended up in Rehab at the top of my career, another disillusioned victim of addictions. I became my own biggest liability.

I know what that cost me. I lost a wife, and the fragile trust of many, my home, and at least half of my career. But God was gracious in that I was not the recipient of Public humiliation. I quietly checked into a Rehab In 1990 mostly for long term depression. I reached an early arrival at “gaining the world and losing my own soul”. Looking back I would say it was a matter of poorly defined parameters about what success is, always followed by unrealistic expectations. After all I was only looking for Universal acceptance and world wide domination.

I have always had well meaning intentions, but even my most noble of causes have been side lined by my own defects of character. Being something of a Rock Star, I was afforded the notion, that I was above the law and the rules did not apply to me. Simple ones, like the rules of consequence. My choices for self comfort were justified when my bank account was healthy, but I was growing spiritually bankrupt even as I wrote and sang the regurgitated messages of hope and salvation that paid the bills. I don’t lay out my list of addictions as I believe they are merely symptoms of a deeper affliction. Behaviors, you’ve all heard about time and again from celebrities who answer to no one, are so typical they become rather boring. What I’d like to say here is that Recovery works when you work it. I might add it stops when you stop.

I’ve been working a recovery program since 1990. I’d like to say I’ve had no problems since arriving at Step 12 but the truth is I am still powerless over my dependencies (starting with an unaligned Self Determination) and they are still capable of making my life unmanageable. I’ve heard the stories of those who’ve been miraculously and instantaneously transformed by the power of God. That has not been my experience. God delivers me daily, but he has never removed my power to choose between success and failure.

I could list the things I do that are constructive to rehabilitation too but it usually serves to place me in denial about what I’m still capable of doing in a direction that is not suitable for success in life. Jesus Christ is my higher power and supreme redeemer but I still discount his work in me, and ignore one principle while following another.

I’ve learned that Salvation can be quick but Redemption is a process. Recovery is for everyone eventually. It’s like I say on my radio rehab show on line: “if you have living relatives, you have something to recover from”. So don’t think you have to be a crack addict before you believe you need to find a way to overcome yourself as a liability.

Addiction is merely self will run amuck. It can be whatever makes your life unmanageable. It may be as subtle as self serving greed! If the consequences of giving in to temptations were immediate, we probably wouldn’t be tempted at all. The denial starts from the beginning that “just this once” I’ll go around the boundaries.

No one recalls the seven years I wrote and sang music without a contract or a budget. And no one will ever award you for the daily discipline it will take before success arrives either. They will only see the results of what pans out. I think of the leper who dipped seven times in the Jordan. He only came up once with pure skin.

If you are personally defective in some area of your life that only you might know, You have a lot of company so don’t stand alone. “Confess your faults one to another that you might be healed” it says in James chapter 5 verse 16. the recovery program adds:  “to God, yourself and at least one other person, someone you trust”!

No one recovers alone… and success really does have many fathers. “Yes, I know that now!” I took much for granted of those who worked on my behalf. I have made and am still making amends for my thoughtlessness and unappreciative nature.

Today I would say that I am happier doing more with less. More than I have ever been! Because my passion has been restored above all else. It gives me a better attitude regardless of what the economy does or the circumstances I am in. I am successful because I can see the value in all the things I once took for granted. I used to get disappointed with God because he would never tell me the outcome of my efforts or give me a clear look at the future.  What I realize now is that I was overlooking the joy of surprises.

I heard a statement in the movie “call of the wild”… speaking of a boy who left home and disconnected from his parents dysfunctional lives never to be heard from again. “They are not the same people” his sister says in a letter to him that he never read. “they are people softened by the forced reflection that comes with loss”. Gentleman that would be me! softened by the forced reflection that comes with loss.

I have started over from scratch. Redefining what is within reasonable boundaries for risk to achieve. I believe Jesus died for my sins but God surely lets me suffer the consequence of my own free will. Perhaps so that I may grow in wisdom so that in my old age I can say. God’s will is more than a suggestion for a good life. There is only one path that leads to success. It is through the denial of your own self satisfying desires. If your goal to be successful includes being “self satisfied” , You will not find true success at anything!

Someone told me that if you invest everything in one thing, you will be forever disappointed. Because there will be no surprises, only great expectations, and surely much disappointment.

I like something I heard from a friend in Recovery who said “what if your plan b was really God’s plan A all along. I have come to believe that Happiness is a by product of business until God surprises you with his plan A blessings. Something that cannot be worked for to achieve.  It comes with the insight into how much we are already successful because Christ has redeemed us apart from any effort on our part. We are now free to pursue whatever is pure and noble and of good report.

I wish you all the insight into what makes you truely successful.  thank you for letting me share.

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upcoming vids

global bean 2_MG_5077We had the opportunity to do a two camera shoot at the Global Bean coffee house in Silverdale, Wa. the entire evening  was unplugged songs on guitar. the list? Used Again, Probably Love You Delilah, I Can’t Imagine, Already In Heaven, Lovin’ You, It Didn’t Work Out, and an impromtu version of Mr Bailey’s Daughter, in a one take surprise of a performance. I was amazed that I remembered all the lyrics. Someone in the crowd wanted to hear it specifically.

The video is being edited currently and will be posted here as we move toward a new approach to music as well as writing.

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HOGWASH mini tour

Poulsbo, Wa. Aug. 21-25

Sellin Hogwash

Sellin' Hogwash

How do you sell out the first printing of your first ever book? You tour till you puke! I did nine presentations in four days!

Cause I’m a newly wed and I never wanna be gone for longer than a week! So we crammed as much into a long weekend as we could.

Michael Forney and Brett Eddy of my new publishing company IGNITION GARAGE had my back to the point I was feeling a little spoiled. They have an acute synergy level I have not seen in my lifetime.

I was glad I saved one book to take home cause that’s all that was left after this tirade. It included Thursday night and Monday night at the Global Bean Coffee conspiracy where we recorded the shows for you tube consumption.

They had the biggest and best latte’s I’ve ever had. It came in a bowl bigger than the one I used for my morning breakfast of Capt. Crunch.

The Owner is also quite the virtuoso on guitar and he sat in on my mostly guitar driven new tunes, which included a surprise new hit… “it didn’t work out”. Designed as a call and response sing along with the crowd it was a favorite and I had to repeat it during the shows.

We also captured footage of an impromptu layout of “mr Bailey’s Daughter” that absolutely caught even me off guard.

The rest of the weekend included six hours signing books at the Downtown Harley Dealership in Renton, 3 full concerts, three morning services, and a speaking engagement to Christian Business folks. A first in my lifetime too, that went very well. I spoke on “The cost of success and the road to redemption”. … “I don’t know the full cost of success” I told them. “ I’m still making payments and my interest rate seems pretty high”.

I had a great opportunity to meet with a T.V. producer about being a guest on a developing show and maybe offer some music and scripting as well. (to be continued). It’s still a secret. We hit it off very well though as he is a veteran of the biker wars.

I left around 3 a.m. for the trip home on Tuesday morning. There is a kind of fatigue that doesn’t feel too bad. I was singing ‘it’s been a hard days night”!  at 56… everything hurts right now. My lungs are blown out, I feel like there’s a knife between my shoulder blades, and my knees hurt. I’m losing my voice for the next couple of days as a result.

But selling out everything?  Priceless.

K so… there’s that…. Bryan D

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Sugar Caddie Picnic

Check out the video here! (…webmaster)

The Benedict Castle summer concert series on the lawn was the coolest gig I’ve done in a year! First time ever to do a picnic on the lawn type of setting. “The crowd was double what we’ve ever had here” said Walter Kelly, the spokesman for Teen Challenge who sponsors the event.

It’s blankets and camping chairs all over the lawn. Bring yer own crackers and cheese. The stage seemed to slope a little  down hill to my left or maybe that was just me tryin to kick back. It was a long way from the blistering vocal delivery I’ve made a career out of . Mostly it was laid back tunes and easy vocals. And I absolutely loved it. No feeling of having to really grab the audience or impress them. No need to be the best band you’ve ever heard. No competition at all.

It was my first performance with the SUGAR CADDIES.

Bryan Duncan and the Sugar Caddies

The first song “Into Wishin’” was absolutely nerve racking though. One moitor mix for all. My keyboard was way out from of a drum kit that wasn’t mic’d so Icould hear my own mistakes in stereo. We settled down after that though and there was something relaxing about just playin with the band.

The highlights were “Used Again” and “Lovin You”. just really fun tunes with a solid groove. My Black Sheep friends from the Riverside Chapter turned out in force to line the side of the stage with motorcycles. My old friends from another life turned up in astonishing numbers too. Then there were the people who spoke to me about seeing the first Sweet Comfort band concert some 40 years ago.

It was a lot like a reunion of survivors I think. Nice setting for that. Out back of an old Castle. sponsored by a recovery organization. Teen Challenge staff and “inmates” have an easy going way about em. “we would like to have you back next year” another director said. “I’d like to make this a regular thing” I replied. I love the summer picnic on the lawn atmosphere. We’ll have some video clips on my website as Steve Webb followed me around with a camera most of the night.

The Caddies had a reasonable start showing some real potential. The signature identity is the three part harmonies in a rock and soul groove. It’s the real “SUGAR”. We just need more opportunity to rehearse and play together and we have the makings of a solid band with a local following. Best of all the gig was done by 8 p.m. and I was home by 9!

k so … ther’s that….

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A Love Letter To Casandra

The sweetest dreams of you, float through my mind, On Cassie time, distracted, unraveled, falling backwards through all the memories of our time together…

from the beginning when our eyes met, standing by your car, lost hurt and broken from years of neglect, we took a chance… I thought I was invisible, incapable, unloveable…

You appeared, an angel of mercy and grace without wings… forced to the ground… your offer was impossible I thought to myself as I took your hand in low expectation….

and immediately smileds appeared… soothing softness came from your mouth.. there was healing in your touch…

You began to etch the image of yourself indelibly on my heart… filling my soul like cool water on an empty stomach…color returned to my face… and I began to see beauty in everything around me…

soon I was singing a new song… slow at first… with passion increasing…haunting melody… sweet and sad… and wonderful.. changing key and pitch and then… exuberant..

you are the song in my heart…. I sing the story of you to this day… a complicated arrangement but the chords struck are magnificent, transcendent…and tears flow from gratitdue for the gift that you are…

you are my Godsend… a surprising second coming in the clouds… a golden harp… smooth nylon strings… strung tightly in tune… challenging to my hands… to produce the best sound I can from you…

I pour my heart into your melody… running my fingers over you … caressing, needing… your shape leaning against my shoulder, I hold you … I’m in heaven…

you are the instrument of my expression… giving me the power to make music …producing tones that others only dream of… heavenly themes… original but somehow familiar… heart sweeping …

The song is C A S A N D R A…long and lilting…it flows forth in waves and rolls along the shore at sunset… it sings of forever… and a single moment… and after four years… the best moment is now!

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"Alter-ing Your Ego" Published in Christian Musician

“Altar-ing” your ego    (Published in Christian Musician May issue 2009)

The mechanics of force feeding yourself a decent attitude

By Bryan Duncan

Losing a bad attitude is like trying to get the cat off the curtains.  And what with the information super highway boring a four lane straight through the middle of your skull, you know there’s gonna be a pile up in the tunnel. With every “purpose driven” pursuit, there comes a stagnant build up in the “pipeline”. Negative thoughts and emotions have a way of creating a sewer in front of the septic tank. Think of it as a hairball in the shower drain.

Motivational Breakdowns are a lot like Mondays. Suddenly the weight of routine seems unbearable. You find yourself annoyed pulling your socks on in the morning, spilling coffee on your shirt for good measure. You just can’t think in a forward direction. Now you’re snapping at the garbage man for making so much noise. You’re dreading the “supposed to be happy” phone conversations that get the steely bolder rolling for another round of pin ball. Loathing and resentments hang like Spanish moss in your head, thinking of all the irritating people you can’t seem to change..

Uncomfortable emotions tend to linger longer than the euphoric. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I don’t mind feeling good and it never seems to last long enough.

But what often goes unnoticed about my bad attitude is that it is never constructed from a single event! My tendency is to attempt to erase it however with a single thought. It’s like a Hail Mary prayer! Sometimes you have to dismantle the whole drain pipe to get the clog out.

Thinking about something else is what I usually start with in trying to change my dysfunctional position. But that doesn’t really take the sap out of the sycamore either. It’s like that Ginsu knives commercial, “wait there’s more”! Changing the subject is just a flanking maneuver. You still have to have a front line facing the enemy.

Here’s where I begin to think of my deeper strengths.  And then reconsider what I was born to do. (you have to know that first). It’s been a matter of returning to my original passion before the beehive hit the ceiling fan.

My first two attempts at redirection are often a knee jerk reaction and poorly managed by the way. But sitting with encouraging books on a regular basis has been the new Draino for the maintenance of my mental channels. Don’t roll your eyes at me here with your bad attitude. Even Draino takes 15 to thirty minutes to work and maybe a repeat. Discovery leads to insight which leads to better thought processes. But if you’re going to pan for gold you’ll be washing a lot of filth around before you find the flakes.

Sometimes you gotta remind yourself that you are a “prospector”! You just sometimes look like a posthole digger.

Best line of offense though is ironic. It’s other people! Yea, it is sometimes the very ones who put you in a piss poor attitude to begin with. You gotta be talking to more than one person! I’ve discovered the magic number might be six. You need that many to find one who’s objective on any given day. ”In the counsel of many there is safety” .. that’s in the Bible by the way. It moves on rather quickly from there but if we “pan” that for a second we might find that it works like this: If I’m gonna talk to a tax attorney today, I need  to call my investment broker too. O.k. that’s too dignified… I’ve I’m gonna talk to my ex.. I might want to drop in on my counselor later! That’s not to say that every counsel is gonna be fun. I’m just saying that balancing your perspectives through more sets of eyes than your own is priceless.

I make a point to call at least six people outside my daily universe over the week. I have the luxury of getting other writer’s on the phone occasionally, even as I’m reading their books. And I usually hang up euphoric about the possibilities afterward. Choose your six from a wide patch of cultural cloth too, not necessarily someone you always like or even who like you. I love talking to people who actually resent me on some level. They force me to look at myself in a different light. And afterward I’m just excited to see a friend!

Notice that so far I haven’t mentioned “prayer and meditation” specifically. That’s because all of the above is part of my prayer life and devotion to my Supreme Redeemer. Even the word “prayer” constitutes a narrow definition in most of our minds. You know you’d have glazed over if I started with that verbiage. Prayer is the conversation constantly going on with the almighty even when I’m having a conversation with someone else at the same time. Balaam’s donkey comes to mind on occasion. (God, speaking to me through an ass).

Finally, what is it that I can find the courage to change in this moment? Well today, I thought I’d write an article about a bad attitude! Now I can’t remember where I was emotionally when I started this piece. I got caught up in the word possibilities. Passion has returned and now I can put my shoes on.

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THERE SHE IS! published in Wheels Of Grace

”THERE SHE IS”…written by Bryan Duncan

Sharon Chiles was my girlfriend’s mother. I met her thirteen months ago. A week later she was diagnosed with cancer. She came to my house on Thanksgiving and I had met her one other time at the home of one of her five kids. By then the chemo had taken her hair.

Yesterday, I watched her life slip by in a slide show.  It was a simple collection of pictures that, when taken years ago, we’re never thought of as a final look back. 30 seconds as a little girl, before fashion statements and make up. 30 seconds, transforming into a woman, and she was gorgeous. 30 seconds of wild times and big smiles.

And by the end of a single song of background music, though still radiant, she was in her fifties. But then the song changed with the opening sound of a penny whistle, reminiscent of the theme music from the movie, “Braveheart”. And there she is, sitting upright in a hospital bed, half of what she was on the outside.

Cancer has a startling way of narrowing who a person truly is. Gone are the trappings of fashion and the Identifying marks of individuality or social distinction. And suddenly the one focus is upon the eyes, from where the light of a true soul seems to come.

I believe Sharon was redeemed. By that I don’t mean the Christian concept of being  “Saved” in the acceptance of a savior and given a redirected sense of purpose. No, Redeemed-To be bought back, like being taken off the pawn shop floor.

I don’t know why some people tend to linger at death’s door longer than others. I’ve heard stories before this, of loved ones “being given permission” to let go. And even with that, Sharon lingered for an uncomfortable amount of time. It was as if she were waiting in line, as if there was some kind of back up of souls knocking on heavens door.

Funerals are exhausting for the survivors. Maybe it is because we’re forced to see the end of our own lives coming too quickly. We’re forced to look at how fragile faith in eternity can be. “Visit the dying often” someone quoted to me once. “because it brings an immediacy to our lives”. A lot of phrases float around at funerals. “She’s in a better place” I hear most often. But it is said most often with just a hint of fear that our hope in the scriptures on eternal life and destiny will fall short. Fear of the unknown is exactly that!

I found one  piece of imagery fascinating, given grave side, from a Van Dyke poem on Immortality, of a ship sailing into the distance until it is out of sight. (only as I recall) it went “ Though she slips from our view on the shore, the ship is still strong and under full sail and carrying a full cargo, and coming into view of another world”. “There she is!”  “they exclaim on the other side as she appears on a new horizon”. That is my hope!  The hope that Jesus is right! There’s more to life than this life!.            Trusting in God for what I don’t have a clue about really is what death offers those of us still living. I can still see Sharon in my minds eye, the way I can see heaven and believe it is there! And now, when I see heaven?, I don’t see streets of gold anymore. I see the faces of the people I’ve known!  And I close my eyes and look and say… “There she is”!

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"SEXGOD" published in Wheels of Grace (motorcycle magazine)

“SEXGOD”     By Bryan Duncan   (from Wheels of Grace summer issue)

We have all heard at least one story of the preacher running off with the organ player. “and he claimed to be a Christian” we cluck.. like a Christian doesn’t have the propensity for failure. Look in the Bible. King Solomon, touted as the wisest man in the world and his dad David too, or how about Samson? They’re at the top of the list of God’s favorite men to speak of, all with one thing in common: a fascination with God’s “creation”.

Christian men must struggle with lust. But it remains a pink elephant in religious circles. It is the riskiest of subjects to bring up, putting fear in the minds of women.  And the indictment aimed at men is almost universal unless yer a monk in a monastery. Even then I’m not sure you can escape the thoughts of your own ‘self satisfying” desires, or the truth of being created as a sexual human being.

Denial for Christian men begins with assuming that a spiritual life can exist separately from a sexual life. Sexuality and Spirituality must be addressed in the same equation.“every man who ever walked into a strip club or surfed internet porn sites, is looking for GOD” says Steve White in the book “Eros Defiled”.

We long for what is awe inspiring, captivating our undivided attention, motivating all our senses, leaving behind any self awareness….

Every man’s battle begins because contemplating these attributes of God does not bring the immediate satisfaction of contemplating the attributes of a woman. Who was made in the image of God!  At the heart of a man is the desire to be surrendered to a power greater than him self!  Distracting thoughts of his own inadequacies. It is a desire to be overwhelmed with glory. But alas pornography is the short circuiting of a man’s natural desire to worship God. Lust becomes an addiction!, a sedative for lack of peace in a man’s soul.

Worship of God does not deliver such an instantaneous rush of natural endorphins. Maybe it’s because God sees more value in long term achievement through a real relationship. Sexual failures are cast in a disgusting light, something more immoral than other sins because of the awareness of the collateral damage. But in labeling it with such intensity, solutions are rarely embraced. One must be honest about one’s propensities for desire before that desire can be challenged.

The simple admission of a problem with lust for men usually does not come until the desires have become unmanageable. Because  “the eye is not satisfied with seeing”.  So “the preacher runs off with the organist”! It takes a strong man to admit his weakness before it destroys him. Even then there’s a road to redemption to be followed.

Pornography capitalizes on a God given desire. Adam was pleased with the woman God created, similar to himself but mysteriously different! The Garden was free from a conflict of will in the beginning. No mention of “other women” in that story. But there was the implication of “forbidden fruit”, Implying the one rule, the restricting of our desires.

Even God admitted it was not good for man to be alone, he left the will to choose in a man’s hands. Choice is necessary to true conviction!  “Choose this day whom you will serve”?  I would say that choice comes by the minute on a daily basis.

I like the advice a mountain biker gave me once, about how to traverse treacherous terrain without a devastating crash…“Don’t look where you don’t wanna go” !

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Affair-y Tale

I read a comment or two this week on a question about why a man would sacrifice his career for an affair. It was in response to yet another politician, who’s public persona was one of integrity and conservative values. I was unnerved by the lack of insight into such disasters. First of all “no temptation has taken you except what is common to man”. And yet people are horrified that someone who has built the house of cards that all of our public persona tends to be, could possibly still suffer from a choice of insanity.

There’s a story of a frog placed in a pot of boiling water. He jumps out immediately but when left in a comfortable pot of water turning the heat up just a little the frog stays put until he is cooked! Affairs don’t happen in an instant. A man is vulnerable most when he is tired, hungry, hurt or lonely.  That is pretty much an ongoing reality. It doesn’t matter how much time you’ve logged in as a saint. Temptations to feed your own endorphins run very deep.

Throw in lust as an addiction and the prevalence of pornography at just a mouse click away, and the media blitz that sex with several partners is just a matter of personal choice and you have the makings of a fire under any comfortable pot.

God placed a strong sex drive within humanity maybe to insure the survival of the species. It also is a power not easily controlled even when there is no fear of extinction. One cannot be in denial that our sex drive can become stronger than our commitments of love. And a conservative man with a huge career and public image is not exempt.

An affair starts with a slow and simple “transfer of affection”. “This woman is around all the time”. Maybe my significant other is not. “We’re just having coffee”… “we had to work late”…most people think yer being too prudish to question moments alone with the opposite sex. Or maybe even ‘harmless’ conversations on the internet. I ride a motorcycle and I know at certain speeds if I’m following too close I will not be able to stop as fast as the car in front of me. Same thing.

The trouble with men is, we always think we can handle things. And so we leave the door open just a crack. Why? because, like women, we enjoy being flattered! There’s a validation we’re all looking for that creates an endorphin rush. At several points in a deeper relationship there will be times where you are “not getting your needs met”. You can count on that too. Cause no one person can keep up with your schedule of personal needs.  The danger is, there is always plenty of  feel good attention coming from elsewhere! It’s never in the same place either so the desire to “jump ship” could still come in the middle of reading scripture.

We are all vulnerable to the fatigue of always doing the right thing. We all have a desire to ‘escape’ our responsibilities no matter how conservative you might be. It’s why Las Vegas is the fastest growing city in America! The collateral damage is never realized till it happens usually. If the consequences were immediate we would probably be less tempted.

Generally no man wants to follow someone else’s rules. It might be built in to a mans character to quickly become a defect. Riding herd on our own mind is a full time occupation!

I read once something I cannot recall who wrote but it stuck with me over the years. “The man who marries his mistress …leaves the postition open”. The big mistake for men is too believe that a “transfer of affection” is not deadly. “Consummation” is not necessary to destroy trust in a relationship. Suspicion needs no proof either. The damage is done. I invite you to visit Radio Rehab on line at www.radiorehab.com for encouragement to stay on the Road To Redemption.

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