Let’s Stop Reacting

September 28, 2015

As long as we are constantly reacting to issues, concerns and stimulation, our peace and freedom is going to be drowned out by the flood of things we’re reacting to.

Reaction also can be the tool of the enemy to tie us up and keep us from ever becoming a threat. He sets our agenda by his actions and we respond. We don’t allow ourselves to become proactive and decide for ourselves what our life is to be about. And most of the time that reaction is in response to some hurt or injury or offense, so in most cases our reaction is emotional.

We have become addicted to reaction. The proof of is if you travel through the streets, walking, driving or on public transportation 90% of the people will be on a hand held device. We have to have the means of responding in front of us at all times. It doesn’t matter whether you’re driving at 70 miles an hour, crossing the street in front of oncoming traffic, or tending to your baby with the other hand. We’re compelled to respond right then.

 Let’s stop.  Slow down. Take a breath. Make a plan and move forward. Let’s start out by asking ourselves a question. Here’s a script below and I’d like to know how many men talk to their women like this today, and how would women respond if they were exposed to this type of conversation in a relationship?

Our test script is from song “It’s Magic.” I know this is before most of your time, but culture is not just creating art and learning from what is put in front of you. It is also studying past creations, and informing our present creativity with the best of what has been produced. The song was written by Jule Styne, with lyrics by Sammy Cahn and published in 1947. I love the version by the great DINAH WASHINGTON, and there is also a classic instrumental version by Eric Dolphy but this is a link to her rendition: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1kk2UR5WWI

DInah Washington

Try this:

You sigh, a song begins,

You speak and I hear violins

It’s magic

Well the stars desert the skies

And rush to nestle in your eyes

It’s magic

Without a golden wand

Or mystic charms,

Fantastic things begin

When I am in your arms

When we walk hand in hand

The world becomes a wonderland

It’s magic

Well, how else can I explain

Those rainbows when there is no rain

It’s magic…

Why do I tell myself

These things that happen are all really true

When in my heart I know

The magic is my love for you