I had a dream… I could remember I had a dream. It was not the noble kind like that of the great Martin Luther King, but it was a dream, and I had it. When I woke, I retraced the steps in my dream because, unlike most of my dreams, I recalled this one in…
Category: Perspective
Triggered by Grace: How the broken make the most beautiful music
Jesus is the artist. You are the instrument. Your life is His song. Make it matter. Make it beautiful in its brokenness. If you must be triggered, be triggered by grace. If you must sing, sing unto the Lord a new song.
Self on a shelf! (Humility and your SELF)
The word “humility” is derived from the Latin humilis, which means “low.” The misconception many have is that humility essentially equates to low self-esteem. Nothing could be further from the truth. Humility is not putting yourself down. It is not false modesty. It is not thinking you are not good enough or that someone else is more worthy. This is not humility at all.
Teeter-Totters, merry go rounds, and monkey bars prepared my generation for life
Hurrah for the brave men and women of The Greatest Generation! Their wild celebrations after they had won world peace seeded the Baby Boomer Generation (those born in the years 1946-1964), of which I caught the shirttail.
Famous last words and what they reveal about all of us
“Famous last words” has become a derisive or playful phrase to express doubt about some assertion made.
Your friend says, “I can cross this creek in a single bound.”
You reply, “Famous last words.”
But what about the actual famous last words of famous – or infamous – people? What do they tell us about life and death…and ourselves?
Let’s see…
The myth of the overnight success
The Overnight Success is a myth After 57 years of riding the roller coaster of high hopes, dashed dreams, and hairpin career curves, I find myself “an overnight success.” I cannot tell you how many friends and acquaintances have wished me well and offered congratulations following my recent professional appointment. Some of these folks I…
Thank God for the Patriarchy and Pocket Knives
“You say ‘Patriarchy’ like it’s a bad thing,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “The age of Toxic Masculinity has come to an end.” “Indicting masculinity because toxic males exist is like blaming pollution on oxygen.” “I don’t know what that means.” “Then ask your Dad.” I am exploring the mental database of distant memories…