Proud Parent of Humans (Reflection)

humansI was driving on the highway today and saw one of those bumper stickers that say, “Proud parent of a _____.”  You fill in the blank: soldier, honor student, football player, etc.

It got me reflecting about what a wise man once said, “Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into this or that town and spend a year there and do business and make a profit.’ You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes” (Ja 4:13-14, NET).

Our society’s values are too focused on meaning-less competition: get more, get ahead, get success, get popular, get stuff, get, get, get, get.

Martha and I are trying to teach and model to our children that their value is in the fact that they are them.  That’s it. We are proud parents of three God-created, dignified, and, in and of themselves, beautiful humans.  That’s it. They don’t have to be anything or anyone else than who they are.  That’s it.  Did I say, “That’s it?”

Why all this striving; why all this competition?  Jesus said, “Come to me all who are heavy burden, and I will give you rest” (Mt 11:28).  Rest.  Relax.  God’s got this thing.

Now, if you feel you have to compete, compete to see how you can care more for the hurting people in this world.


I wrote some lyrics recently for a hardcore punk song which I will not sing, because it is for a hardcore punk band I won’t be in.  But I wrote it anyway.  It’s called “I’m human”:

I don’t need your bad religion;
I don’t care for your politics.
I am not joining the latest fad;
Your in-groups make me sick.

Your skin shade makes no difference;
Doesn’t make me your ‘sis or ‘bro.
What country your from or born in,
Doesn’t make me con or pro.

I’m human.
Ain’t that enough.
I’m human.
So, we can be friends.
I’m human.
And work for a better end.

I don’t care if you have money,
Or a car, a house, or boat.
We are all in this world together.
It’s all of us we must promote.

White, Black, Red, Yellow
Are labels I must ignore.
Are you a real person,
Or just really insecure?

I’m human.
Ain’t that enough.
I’m human.
So, we can be friends.
I’m human.
And work for a better end.

© Paul Dordal, 2015


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