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  • ivanildotrindade 11:36 pm on May 24, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: being nosy, Bible, king solomon, North Region Brazil, Proverbs and Sayings, proverbs of solomon, Short-term mission   

    A Modern Version for the Origin of “Being Nosey” 

    Have you ever wondered where the expression “being nosey” came from? I know that we use it to refer to people who have the habit of getting into other people’s business. But it is curious that we say someone is “nosy” but we don’t say she is “eyey” or “eary,” even though it is obvious that some get into other people’s business by means of eyes and ears as well.have my own modern version for its origins.

    Well, I don’t have time to Google “nosey” tonight but I have my own modern story that may illustrate how it came to be and it happened one lazy afternoon in Macapá, the city in northern Brazil where I spent 12 years of my life. I was taking my morning walk on one of my summer trips there leading a short-term mission trip. Suddenly, I heard some noise coming from across the street. It turned out it a fight was starting inside a house. People were screaming and bodies were being thrown around. I stood up and watched from a distance. The house was built on a little mound and there was a big window that opened to the street.

    Now, before I tell you what happened, you have to know that people in northern Brazil love to watch a fight. In fact, it is so irresistibly attractive that there were a couple of time when I was riding the city bus when the bus driver stopped the bus on the side of the road, people got out and walked right up to watch whatever fight was going on in the streets. Free entertainment. Except it was not totally free — a friend of mine was hit by a stray bulletin once when he tried to separate two guys who were fighting. As a result, he became a paraplegic and a bitter man to this day.

    So some people naturally joined me on the up other side of the road, trying to get a front row view of the fight. Some were even jumping and down to try to see the action a little better, since the house sat a little higher from the road. But there are those who always want more. One guy was just strolling down the road on his bike when he noticed the commotion. Quickly, he dismounted, launching his bike onto the ground and taking a little sprint toward the house. He climbed the little mound and stuck his face right in the middle of the big open window.

    Then it happened — baaam! Somebody threw a hard punch, right down the middle of the guy’s nose. Having nothing to hold on to, he rolled back down to the bottom of the mound. He put his hand on his nose, looked around as if checking to see if anybody noticed, quickly picked up his bike and rode away a little discombobulated but get out of there with a little bigger nose but a lot less noisy (you would hope).

    So now you understand the modern origin of the expression “being nosey.”

    And now comes the shocker: About 3,000 years ago a wise king had already warned against “being nosy.” Here is what he said, “Like one who takes a dog by the ears is he who passes by and meddles with strife not belonging to him.” (Proverbs 26:17). 

    Question: Doesn’t the way he writes sound like it was he and not me who was standing across the street when that “free punch” was being thrown across the window? It is amazing to me how the Bible is still applicable to today. And that is one of the reasons I read of chapter of Proverbs every day. It helps me to keep my nose to myself. A proverb a day will keep stupid away…

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

    “… he who hurries his footsteps errs.” (Proverbs 19:2b).

  • ivanildotrindade 7:56 pm on April 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bible, , Cremation, , , Funeral home, mount zion baptist, my funeral jazz funeral, planning your funeral, rev. e. v. hill, weird funerals   

    "Don't Surprise Me At My Funeral" 

    Do you ever think about your own funeral? Maybe I am weird, but I do sometimes.

    I once went to the funeral of an acquaintance, a man in his mid-sixties who died of a heart attack. As I entered the church, to my surprise, I was greeted by a jazz band playing loud music. The tone was festive, the people were wearing brightly colored clothes, and the air was almost celebratory. More than once we were told “this is how he wanted it,” almost as a veiled admission that something was amiss. I mean, blame it on the deceased. Even the dead are entitled to bad taste.

    Ever since that experience, I have given much thought to how I want my funeral to be. So if you attend it one day, and somebody says “that’s how he wanted it,” bring these notes and feel free to cross-reference them with the funeral. Feel free to protest too, if things don’t go as I asked. I don’t want my funeral to surprise me. So here are some notes to my funeral:

    First of all, while the “jazz funeral” is at one end of the spectrum, at the other end are the uncontrollably sobbing and screaming that goes on in some other funerals. I want neither. Sometimes in Christian funerals people are so quick to play the “absent from the body, present with the Lord” note that they end up suppressing what is a natural, genuine human feeling — the pain of losing a loved one. So at my funeral, I don’t want people to put on an artificial face of comfort but neither do I desire for them to “lose it.” If you are sad, show sadness; if you are happy, show happiness. Just don’t embarrass me at my funeral.

    Secondly, don’t go looking for highlighted texts in my Bible. First of all, while I own many Bibles, most of my Bible reading is done online these days. Also, I am not one who likes to mark books — I am still old-fashioned about approaching books with a certain reverence, whether sacred or not. And when it comes to the Bible, I have never been a “highlighter” because when I used to read more from the printed text I never liked to condition my mind to only look at passages I had previously highlighted. I always want to discover the hidden treasures in this precious Word.

    Don’t look for favorite verses. For all my adult life I have tried to read three chapters of the Bible every day plus one chapter of Proverbs, corresponding to the day of the month. So I like them all, but you could say that if I have a favorite it is a book and not a verse. The most practical and true to life lessons you can find in the Bible are in the Book of Proverbs. Just like the Geico commercial, five minutes of Proverbs can save you from ruining your life — a slightly better advantage over saving 15% in car insurance…

    Thirdly, I have seen a lot of dead people in my life and no matter the expertise of the funeral home, none of those people looked as good dead as they did alive. And I haven’t seen anyone who was already bad turning out to be prince (stiff) charming in the casket… So by all means, no open casket for me. I would rather prefer that the last image people have of me is one of the time I was still alive.

    Fourthly, cremate my body. Some Christians are afraid of cremation because they know that God is going to do something with the body in the resurrection. So if my start-up kit is nowhere to be found, how will they be able to rise again? Silly. Don’t you think that the same God who created you might just have an idea of what your DNA is? God doesn’t have to be a grave-digger to revive your fine constitution. Plus, Paul said that this will be a spiritual body not a physical one. I don’t care where you spread my ashes, all I care about is that I reduce the costs for those left behind.

    Finally, a program note. No long sermon. Music is okay, but no favorite hymns. No exaggerated eulogies. I don’t want people to make me a saint when they talk about what I did. If anybody talks, my preference would be for them to talk about who I was and not what I did. Look for people who can say that felt my  heartbeat. Find someone who cried with me at a long intersection in their lives, someone who saw me when tragedy struck and when life was good. Let them talk about how I handled those situations.

    Then, if you have a moment to spare, show this video by Rev. E. V. Hill, part 3 of the sermon “If I Only Had One Message to Preach” (don’t play parts 1 and 2, only part 3). You may wait until the funeral or you may chose to watch it now. It’s about 8 minutes long.

    How about you? Which notes will you leave for your funeral?

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

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