Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Reflecting on my Present Greatness
The Dragon's Cache was a place to spread my wings, so to speak. At least, with regard to gaining a level of comfort and familiarity with the Internet. It's been an incredible journey, and writing, revising, and publishing a post each day has helped me mature enormously as a writer. So I've occasionally found it interesting to look back, assess how far I've come, and thereby reflect on my present greatness.
At least my wife thinks I'm great. I'm not sure why...
If you're interested in how I got started, and what I've learned along the way, here's the post that started it all, plus an assessment I made one year later. Enjoy them, or don't, as the case may be.
I'm not sure where I'll take this blog from here. Writing this blog is a lot like life for me: every day is a new discovery. I just hope that, through what I post, I can make all our lives a little more interesting.
Dragon Dave
Related Dragon Cache entries
The Blogging Wars: My Hope
One Year Later: Part 1
One Year Later: Part 2
One Year Later: Part 3
Friday, January 25, 2013
The Ultimate Test of Character
In the movie "The Last Stand," currently in theaters, Arnold Schwarzenegger plays
Sheriff Ray Owens. As there seems to be
little crime in the small town of Sommerton Junction, Arizona, most view him as
little more than a figurehead. No one,
not even the mayor, shows him any respect.
When Owens points out that the mayor has parked his brand new Camero ZL1
in the fire lane, the man tosses him the keys, before accompanying the school
sports team to a local game. He simply
cannot imagine anything—even a fire—disturbing the peace in their quiet little town.
Likewise, Owens’ deputies don’t regard their
role in Sommerton Junction as important.
He catches Jerry Bailey and Mike Figuerola hanging out with Lewis
Dinkum, the local wild man who has somehow gotten a permit to collect all
manner of weapons. As Owen arrives,
young Bailey demonstrates that he can’t handle one of Dinkum’s larger
pistols. When Owens asks him to run the license
plates on a semi-truck passing through town, Figuerola must again show Bailey
how to work the computer. Yet when Bailey
approaches Owens later that night, he asks the Sheriff to help him get
transferred to the big city, where he believes he can do something worthwhile
with his life.
When Gabriel Cortez, a Mexican drug lord escapes FBI
custody, he races toward Sommerton Junction in a modified Corvette stolen from
an auto show. Thanks to skills honed on
a race track built by his father, and the help of armed associates, he evades
everyone sent his way. His plan: to
cross over the Mexican border near Sommerton.
I wasn’t expecting much from Schwarzenegger’s
first starring vehicle in ten years. "The Last Stand" reminded me of “Raw Deal,” and some of the other small movies he
starred in after his success in “Conan The Barbarian.” Nor did Johnny Knoxville’s name, featured so
prominently on billboards, inspire confidence. But I found the story well thought out and
constructed. As the rest of the cast
played their roles seriously, Knoxville’s brief moments onscreen provided
welcome comic relief, and prevented the little action movie from taking itself
too seriously. Above all else, I really
enjoyed Schwarzenegger’s performance as Sheriff Owens, who has seen enough of
violence and death, and knows the terrible price that drugs cost individuals
and society. The FBI and his deputies may want him to stand down, to look the other way, but Owens knows he cannot simply let Cortez pass through his town without trying to arrest him.
The movie portrays so many great truths about our lives, but
if I had to pick just one, it would be this.
It’s easy to do the job or task you feel called to when others applaud
your efforts. It’s immensely harder when
no one believes that what you are doing is important. Often, people shout that they are “Taking a
stand,” or doing great things, but most of them abandon their efforts if they receive no discernible recognition or benefits after
awhile. It is only those who truly
believe in what they do, whose self worth derives not from others but
from within, who carry on when no one notices.
That is the ultimate test of character: to continue doing what you
believe is important, even when everyone else has written you off.
Oh, and one other thing.
Whatever you do, don’t park your car in a Fire Zone. Especially not when Sheriff Ray Owens is around.
Dragon Dave
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
A Sense of Mission
J. Michael Straczynski had established himself in
Hollywood. Everyday, he contributed to
different TV shows in a number of ways, including that of a scriptwriter. One day, the idea of a “novel for
television,” of a five-year saga concerning a space station, struck him. Suddenly, his former success wasn’t enough
for him. So, even though a Sci-fi series
on this level had never been attempted on American television, he sketched out
the broad strokes of his idea, and embarked on the long and difficult process
of trying to sell it to the major studios.
After he finally sold the series to Warner Brothers, and won the right
to serve as its executive producer, this was only the beginning of his work on
Babylon 5. Throughout the entire series
run, he would oversee every aspect of the show’s production, including writing
most of the scripts, to ensure that the vision he had conceived reached its
fullest potential on our screens. He
even spent time regularly traveling to Science Fiction conventions, personally
answering fan mail, and interacting with fans though the burgeoning power of
the Internet.
A woman at my mother’s church, let’s call her Ms. Milton,
felt so affected by the shooting at Newtown, Connecticut, that she could not
dispel the conflicting emotions and questions raised by the incident. She wondered how and why the event took
place, but came up with no satisfactory answers. Finally, she started writing a poem, and by
the time she finished it, found she had brokered a partial peace in her heart
between the event's physical reality and its spiritual implications. This last Sunday, she shared
the poem with her congregation, in the hopes that it would help others
similarly affected by the tragedy.
Another couple at the church, let’s call them Mr. and Mrs.
Credit, once served as missionaries. To
celebrate his ninetieth birthday, they sold an old trailer they no longer
used, and visited a church in South Africa they had once ministered in. Mrs. Credit shared with the congregation
that, while in college, their denomination rejected them as candidates for
their missionary program. So the couple
opened themselves to any organizations that would send them to the mission
field. They sacrificed in every area of
their lives, always scrambling to fund their endeavors. But because they operated as independent,
“Faith Missionaries,” they visited more countries and ministered to more disparate
groups than they could have, had they been enjoyed the more secure funding from
one denomination. They may be retired
now, but the couple donated the proceeds from the sale to the South African church’s
building program, in the hopes that the congregation could more effectively
serve their community.
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| A gift from the Credits, to remind us of Africa, and the importance of following our calling with A Sense of Mission. |
Mrs. Credit offered this advice: pursue your passion today,
where you live. Don’t wait on fate or
circumstance, or an invitation from anyone.
Whether your calling leads you, like the Credits, to missionary service,
like J. Michael Straczynski, to helm a TV program, or like Ms. Milton, to tackle
smaller (but no less important) tasks such as writing the occasional poem, follow
your calling. What is your passion in
life? Do you feel a sense of mission:
that what you wish to accomplish is not only important to you, but to others as
well? Whatever it is, I wish you all the
success in the world, as you determine, and then pursue your project with the
sense of mission that it deserves.
Starting today.
Dragon Dave
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