My daughetr is a school teacher and I phoned her yesterday to inquire about the impact of the Newtown massacre on her as she faces returning to her own teaching campus. With all the recent tragedy in public places it's unsettling to think about venturing out into the workplace without a sense of fearful insecurity. She assured me that they had drills and protective regimens in placed but agreed it was probably not enough to stop a person hysterically intent on doing harm.
It would be easy to live in fear as a result of what we observe happening in our world. I remember as a young pastor traveling with a woman who could hardly ride in a car due to the brutal death of her mother in an automobile accident. Her husband had installed safety bars for her to hold on to because it was the only way she would travel. Teachers and students enter campuses in some lcoations where metal detectors are in place to insure no one brings a weapon on campus. Safety drills are hed to anticipate any "what if?" scenario. Still it seems not enough. And it is difficult to not be afraid.
How, then, do we deal with such fear?
As one whi believes in the Biblke there are severak thigns I would affirm as a matter of my fsaith.
1. Fear does not come from God, II Timothy 1:7.
2. Fear has torment, I John 4:18.
3. Fear is countered by renenberiung we are valuable to God, Matthew 10:31.
The 27th Psalm begins with these words, "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom sall I fear? The Lord is the defense of my life; whom shall I dread?" The Psalm ends with this admonition, "Wait for the Lord. Be strong and let your heart take courage..."
Here's what I take from the Word.
1. Fear is the enemy's way of paralyzing me.
2. Fear is tormenting and punishes me.
3. Fear can only be addressed by understanding God's provision for me as His valuable possession.
This does not mean bad things won't happen in my life nor that I should be careless and wanton in my disregard for danger. Rather, I realize as I child of God I am connected to One who holds my life in His hand and will give me strength and courage no matter what the course my life may take.
As I enter the marketplace I go renewed in the confidence taht i need not be a victim of fear, but I can live knowing God's grace is with me wherever I go, whatever I face.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Inventory
In a few weeks I will be moving out of my office after almost years of files, personal notes, accumulated books,, sermon notes, etc. Part of my job will be to inventory what goes with me...and what goes away..into the garbage.
I'm a keeper so this is an especially tough task for me. I like to remember what I did years ago (and squirm sometimes at the memory) as well as file away what I think I might use again (although the probability is small). How do i go about such a task? It is a daunting one, to be sure, and then given my personal idiosyncrecies, the task seems ovcrwhelming.
Here's a couple of things that will help me moving forward.
1. I have a deadline; in order to transition someone else into my offcie space I need to be done by December 31st.
2. Whatever I want to save I have to take with me...and I'm moving. That in itself creates a need to scrutinize what I have.
3. I have some free time that allows me to focus on the task so that I'm not forced to squeeze it into an already complex list of things to do.
4. I have help. Both my secretary and my wife have volunteered to join me in the task...and my wife is NOT a saver. She'll be a helopful filter.
5. Finally, I know it's time and I'm ready. Let the inventory begin!
On another level year-end inventorys are good for all of us in assessing what we should hang on to and what we need to get rid of. it could be a couple of pounds, an obsessively-busy time schedule, a bad habit, a worn-out excuse for procrastinating, a bad attitude...
And it may be a time, as well, to inventory what needs to be added that is missing--more time for the famsily, personal quiet time, exercise, a new hoibby that provides relaxation from stress, a vacation...finally.
"Inventory" may sound like an onerous task to be dreaded...but it may provide a needed opportunity to discard what is worthless--of not counter-productive--and to add what is desperately needed.
Let the nventory begin!
I'm a keeper so this is an especially tough task for me. I like to remember what I did years ago (and squirm sometimes at the memory) as well as file away what I think I might use again (although the probability is small). How do i go about such a task? It is a daunting one, to be sure, and then given my personal idiosyncrecies, the task seems ovcrwhelming.
Here's a couple of things that will help me moving forward.
1. I have a deadline; in order to transition someone else into my offcie space I need to be done by December 31st.
2. Whatever I want to save I have to take with me...and I'm moving. That in itself creates a need to scrutinize what I have.
3. I have some free time that allows me to focus on the task so that I'm not forced to squeeze it into an already complex list of things to do.
4. I have help. Both my secretary and my wife have volunteered to join me in the task...and my wife is NOT a saver. She'll be a helopful filter.
5. Finally, I know it's time and I'm ready. Let the inventory begin!
On another level year-end inventorys are good for all of us in assessing what we should hang on to and what we need to get rid of. it could be a couple of pounds, an obsessively-busy time schedule, a bad habit, a worn-out excuse for procrastinating, a bad attitude...
And it may be a time, as well, to inventory what needs to be added that is missing--more time for the famsily, personal quiet time, exercise, a new hoibby that provides relaxation from stress, a vacation...finally.
"Inventory" may sound like an onerous task to be dreaded...but it may provide a needed opportunity to discard what is worthless--of not counter-productive--and to add what is desperately needed.
Let the nventory begin!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Thanks-living
In his book, GOOD TO GREAT, Collins talks about great leaders effetively serfving the people who work with them. It seems a given to me.
Unfortunately, in much of corporate America we are discovering recurring accounts of company executives and leaders plundering the company's financial assets and leaving their company employees holding the bag for a bleak future.
It is not only the coporate world. We see it in the political arena as well where we discover politicians behaving poorly, disregarding the effects of their self-indulgeent behavior on their constituents and the states and cities they are elected to serve.
And, sadly, even the world I serve in--the church--is hounded and humbled by stories of domineering pasrtors and trusted church leaders forcing their will upon unsuspecting members, boith finanancially, and sexually.
Jesu said to His disciples, "I came not to be served but to serve..." He encouraged them not to do as the pagans who lorded their positions of leadership over their subjects. Accordingly, Jesus demonstrated throughout his eaqrthly ministry a servant's heart, a pattern not forgotten by Peter and Paul in their letters to the early church.
With that in mind, and looking ahead to my final three months as a pastor at the church I have now served for over fifteen years, I am looking for ways to express my love, thanks and appreciation to the people who have been my co-workers and congregants. Hopefully, this is not a new "Dale" they are seeing, but someone who has served them with an attitude of thanksgiving for their faithfulness and participation in the ministry they have shared together.
Thanksgiving season stirs up an appetite for turkey and dressing; but it also stimulates within me a renewed attitude directed towards letting those who are special to me, letting them know how much I love and appreciate them. I hope to write my co-workers and family members in particular in the next few days an expresison of my love and gratitude for what they mean to me.
I hope they won't be surprised, but that my intentional mindset of "thanks-living" will be reflected in thanksgiving.
Unfortunately, in much of corporate America we are discovering recurring accounts of company executives and leaders plundering the company's financial assets and leaving their company employees holding the bag for a bleak future.
It is not only the coporate world. We see it in the political arena as well where we discover politicians behaving poorly, disregarding the effects of their self-indulgeent behavior on their constituents and the states and cities they are elected to serve.
And, sadly, even the world I serve in--the church--is hounded and humbled by stories of domineering pasrtors and trusted church leaders forcing their will upon unsuspecting members, boith finanancially, and sexually.
Jesu said to His disciples, "I came not to be served but to serve..." He encouraged them not to do as the pagans who lorded their positions of leadership over their subjects. Accordingly, Jesus demonstrated throughout his eaqrthly ministry a servant's heart, a pattern not forgotten by Peter and Paul in their letters to the early church.
With that in mind, and looking ahead to my final three months as a pastor at the church I have now served for over fifteen years, I am looking for ways to express my love, thanks and appreciation to the people who have been my co-workers and congregants. Hopefully, this is not a new "Dale" they are seeing, but someone who has served them with an attitude of thanksgiving for their faithfulness and participation in the ministry they have shared together.
Thanksgiving season stirs up an appetite for turkey and dressing; but it also stimulates within me a renewed attitude directed towards letting those who are special to me, letting them know how much I love and appreciate them. I hope to write my co-workers and family members in particular in the next few days an expresison of my love and gratitude for what they mean to me.
I hope they won't be surprised, but that my intentional mindset of "thanks-living" will be reflected in thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Back into the routine
Returning from Haiti is always a huge culture shock--arriving there, and then transitioning home. The shock to my system on re-entry is usually a good one, but there are the issues of cleansing my system, acclimating to weather, jet lag and returning to a mountain of work.
There are always certain regimens at work--e-mails, correspondence, meetings, visits, administrative responsibilities, study and preparation, and unscheduled emergencies. They are just a normative part of the every day work environment of a pastor. Your job, no doubt, has much of the same predictable and unexpected.
There can be an accompanying sense of dread, or, at least, apprehension, about what awaits me. But I have learned I win the battle in the trenches of my mind long before I sit down at my desk in the office. Here are some of the things I do to counter the giant of dread.
D-etermine some boundaries for the week or you'll be submerged in an inundation of more than you can handle.
R-ely on your ability to decide what is really important though others may press their agenda on you...and then do those things first.
E-xpect that not everyone will be happy with where they fall on your priority list, but be content that you are committed to quality work, not a quantity of work.
A-ffirm those around you who have been waiting for you, and remind them that you will make time for them as you work through your checklist of things to accomplish.
D-on't neglect your relationship with God and your family--two areas that generally succumb to the "tyranny of the urgent".
I've been home three days from a week in Haiti..and reminding myself what really matters now that I'm back to the routine!
There are always certain regimens at work--e-mails, correspondence, meetings, visits, administrative responsibilities, study and preparation, and unscheduled emergencies. They are just a normative part of the every day work environment of a pastor. Your job, no doubt, has much of the same predictable and unexpected.
There can be an accompanying sense of dread, or, at least, apprehension, about what awaits me. But I have learned I win the battle in the trenches of my mind long before I sit down at my desk in the office. Here are some of the things I do to counter the giant of dread.
D-etermine some boundaries for the week or you'll be submerged in an inundation of more than you can handle.
R-ely on your ability to decide what is really important though others may press their agenda on you...and then do those things first.
E-xpect that not everyone will be happy with where they fall on your priority list, but be content that you are committed to quality work, not a quantity of work.
A-ffirm those around you who have been waiting for you, and remind them that you will make time for them as you work through your checklist of things to accomplish.
D-on't neglect your relationship with God and your family--two areas that generally succumb to the "tyranny of the urgent".
I've been home three days from a week in Haiti..and reminding myself what really matters now that I'm back to the routine!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
"Retreading" versus Retiring
At a recent celebration of forty-five years of ministry on the eve of my retirement, my stepson suggested that we were not "retiring" but "retreading".
I've been thinking about that. I can't afford to retire and, thankfully, God has given me new direction for my life. But there is a tendency to think that our utility and productivity--things by which we often mistakenly identify our value--will diminish. With that for me, at least, come feelings of sadness, sometimes depression.
"Retreading" helps me focus on getting a new set of wheels and heading out in a new direction. That is exciting and energizing. I will be develop my counseling ministry as well as sharing ministry in Haiti--an adventure I can't wait to unfold.
If you're standing on the brink of retirement, think of "retreading"--finding a new purpose and direction. The measurement need not be utility and productivity; for me, it is obedience to God--a God who loves me-- and embracing the ongoing purpose and plan He has for my life.
I've been thinking about that. I can't afford to retire and, thankfully, God has given me new direction for my life. But there is a tendency to think that our utility and productivity--things by which we often mistakenly identify our value--will diminish. With that for me, at least, come feelings of sadness, sometimes depression.
"Retreading" helps me focus on getting a new set of wheels and heading out in a new direction. That is exciting and energizing. I will be develop my counseling ministry as well as sharing ministry in Haiti--an adventure I can't wait to unfold.
If you're standing on the brink of retirement, think of "retreading"--finding a new purpose and direction. The measurement need not be utility and productivity; for me, it is obedience to God--a God who loves me-- and embracing the ongoing purpose and plan He has for my life.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Reconciliation
Our lead pastor at Grace spoke from the book of Philemon Sunday about reconciliation and it reminded me of the importance of reconciliation in the context of our daily relationships. Let me identify some basic truths I've learned about communication that enter in to all potential conflict resolution.
1. The goal of confrontation should always be reconciliation.
2. The difference between reacting and responding is time.
3. Speak the truth in love.
4. Don't be resigned to unresolved conflict, which leads to bitterness and resentment; be resolved to address it with the purpose of reconciliation.
5. Process your anger appropriately--don't suppress and repress anger; rather express it (appropriately) and confess it (acknowledge it).
Each of these principles are worth exploring more deeply. In the realm of life-coaching these are often critical components of .moving past our failures towards healing and wholeness, enabling us to take intentional steps towards greater peace and productivity.
Interested in finding out more? Contact me at daleabarrett@mail.com.
1. The goal of confrontation should always be reconciliation.
2. The difference between reacting and responding is time.
3. Speak the truth in love.
4. Don't be resigned to unresolved conflict, which leads to bitterness and resentment; be resolved to address it with the purpose of reconciliation.
5. Process your anger appropriately--don't suppress and repress anger; rather express it (appropriately) and confess it (acknowledge it).
Each of these principles are worth exploring more deeply. In the realm of life-coaching these are often critical components of .moving past our failures towards healing and wholeness, enabling us to take intentional steps towards greater peace and productivity.
Interested in finding out more? Contact me at daleabarrett@mail.com.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
From the heat to the heat
We just returned from a week in the desert where the temperature several days was near 110 degrees. Of course, the old joke is, "It's a dry heat", but it was hot. It was tempered by the fact we were on vacation, we sat around the swimming pool jumping in as needed to be refreshed, and generally sat in air-conditioned rooms when we weren't outside. It was hot but lots of fun...free from the routine and responsibilities of busy life.
In the heat but away from the heat.
Coming home always means lots of dreaded tasks--unpacking, washing clothes, and getting caught up. I am no longer the "head honcho" where I am employed as senior pastor but our lead pastor now carries the weight of the day-to-day decisions, and he is doing that well.
Interestingly enough it was 48 degrees when I stepped outside this morning and it has been in the low 70's here...almost cool, like a typical fall day here. But I came home to the heat..
Work is like that--long-distance counseling, resetting a schedule to fit in the requests for meetings, catch-up correspondence, administrative tasks, and a faulty computer that resulted in a dash to nearby Staples to find an instant fix...a temporary band-aid, as I've wrestled with computer malfunction all day.
From the heat into the heat. A typical transition. An expected climate when returning from vacation.
Here's the good news. It's 2:30 pm, and after seven and a half hours my list is almost all checked off. Everything is getting done, all the "fires" have been doused, and the rest of the week has been, hopefully, scheduled with time to cool off penciled in.
In the heat but away from the heat.
Coming home always means lots of dreaded tasks--unpacking, washing clothes, and getting caught up. I am no longer the "head honcho" where I am employed as senior pastor but our lead pastor now carries the weight of the day-to-day decisions, and he is doing that well.
Interestingly enough it was 48 degrees when I stepped outside this morning and it has been in the low 70's here...almost cool, like a typical fall day here. But I came home to the heat..
Work is like that--long-distance counseling, resetting a schedule to fit in the requests for meetings, catch-up correspondence, administrative tasks, and a faulty computer that resulted in a dash to nearby Staples to find an instant fix...a temporary band-aid, as I've wrestled with computer malfunction all day.
From the heat into the heat. A typical transition. An expected climate when returning from vacation.
Here's the good news. It's 2:30 pm, and after seven and a half hours my list is almost all checked off. Everything is getting done, all the "fires" have been doused, and the rest of the week has been, hopefully, scheduled with time to cool off penciled in.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Are you "full"?
Two nights ago we ate at a local restaurant and I ordered a hamburger, not knowing what I was getting. What arrived at my table was a massive burger too large for my mouth to bite into. But...I found a way...and devoured the burger and was left thinking, "I can't believe I ate the whole thing!" I was "full".
I recently sat in a church service where someone said some really nice things about me. I was uncomfortable--even embarrassed--but in that moment I felt "full" of thanksgiving to God for the opportunities He has provided me in the ministry to serve others.
Last week I was processing bad news about two special friends--both diagnosed with progressing cancer--and for a moment I was "full" of despair--even fear--about my own suddenly-exposed mortality. I was filled with sadness and even depressed for several hours that afternoon.
What are you "full" of? It can be that are lives are filled with things we consider necessary--work obligations, household chores, parenting responsibilities, mounting financial debt, other's expectations...and the list goes on. We can be so "full" of these things that the very zeal for life has diminished because we are stuffed "full" of things that drain us of our energy.
We can feel inundated by emotional things--a personal illness, an ongoing struggle, a broken relationship, a job-related frustration, a painful failure--and these things can so overwhelm us that we are filled with a sense of dread in facing each day.
Or, we can choose what we want to "fill" our lives.
We can't ignore our obligations but we can set healthy boundaries. We can't dismiss our pain but we can determine where we set our focus. We can't skip life, but we can intentionally seek for enjoyment and fulfillment even in life's most perfunctory tasks.
I'm headed home to clean the garage. This is not a task I relish. But i have set time aside for it because it matters to my wife. And I find enjoyment in doing the things that make her happy. So I am determined to take the 2-3 hours (or more) it will take to straighten it up so that I can "fill" the rest of the day with the positive things that make me "full" of thanks for all God has given me.
I recently sat in a church service where someone said some really nice things about me. I was uncomfortable--even embarrassed--but in that moment I felt "full" of thanksgiving to God for the opportunities He has provided me in the ministry to serve others.
Last week I was processing bad news about two special friends--both diagnosed with progressing cancer--and for a moment I was "full" of despair--even fear--about my own suddenly-exposed mortality. I was filled with sadness and even depressed for several hours that afternoon.
What are you "full" of? It can be that are lives are filled with things we consider necessary--work obligations, household chores, parenting responsibilities, mounting financial debt, other's expectations...and the list goes on. We can be so "full" of these things that the very zeal for life has diminished because we are stuffed "full" of things that drain us of our energy.
We can feel inundated by emotional things--a personal illness, an ongoing struggle, a broken relationship, a job-related frustration, a painful failure--and these things can so overwhelm us that we are filled with a sense of dread in facing each day.
Or, we can choose what we want to "fill" our lives.
We can't ignore our obligations but we can set healthy boundaries. We can't dismiss our pain but we can determine where we set our focus. We can't skip life, but we can intentionally seek for enjoyment and fulfillment even in life's most perfunctory tasks.
I'm headed home to clean the garage. This is not a task I relish. But i have set time aside for it because it matters to my wife. And I find enjoyment in doing the things that make her happy. So I am determined to take the 2-3 hours (or more) it will take to straighten it up so that I can "fill" the rest of the day with the positive things that make me "full" of thanks for all God has given me.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Looking out the window
Because of some changes in our daily regimen effected by a burst hot water heater, I am sitting at my kitchen table looking out the window. Not the normal place I begin my day.
Here's what I see...
*A new day literally birthed on the horizon with blue sky, beautiful golden hills, and a brightening sunlit landscape...
*An assortment of incredible colors, from deep magenta crepe myrtles to white roses, to a variety of dark and light-shaded green trees...
*A few humming birds whriling in place over the fountain on our otuside deck as if transfixed in time...
*A tranquil quiet view dotted with an occasional butterfly flitting past the window
*A large massive oak tree sheltering our yard with its large curvacious trunk providing it a strong foundation...
In the backgroud of my kitchen, plastic shields a portion of the house from us in an attempt to protect it from possible mildew and water damage. The whirr of fans straegically-placed to dry things out is so loud we have to go upstairs to hear each other talk.
But it is a new day. A new opportunity to welcome the challenges of life with a positive spirit framed by the look out my window. Hope is on the horizon
Here's what I see...
*A new day literally birthed on the horizon with blue sky, beautiful golden hills, and a brightening sunlit landscape...
*An assortment of incredible colors, from deep magenta crepe myrtles to white roses, to a variety of dark and light-shaded green trees...
*A few humming birds whriling in place over the fountain on our otuside deck as if transfixed in time...
*A tranquil quiet view dotted with an occasional butterfly flitting past the window
*A large massive oak tree sheltering our yard with its large curvacious trunk providing it a strong foundation...
In the backgroud of my kitchen, plastic shields a portion of the house from us in an attempt to protect it from possible mildew and water damage. The whirr of fans straegically-placed to dry things out is so loud we have to go upstairs to hear each other talk.
But it is a new day. A new opportunity to welcome the challenges of life with a positive spirit framed by the look out my window. Hope is on the horizon
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Grappling with Grief
Someone I know is grieving today. Her fiancee walked away from his commitment to her and she is devastated.
Someone I know is grieving today. Her mother--much too young-- died during the night and she is now making her funeral arrangements.
Someone I know is grieving today. He has invested time in an alcoholic who relapsed again for the umpteenth time.
Someone I know is grieving today. His wife of many years has had a biopsy and he is undergoing the painful wait of finding out whether or not she has cancer.
Someone I know is grieving today. Her husband is in jail and she is having trouble making end meet and wonders what it will be like when/if he comes home.
How do we handle grief? It is potentially disabling. It feels very private and yet wee cannot avoid its expression in public.. It never seems to stop hurting. It makes us wonder if life will ever be the same again.
Here are a few quick observations....
1. Give yourself permission to grieve; though it is painful, in a strange way it is part of the healing process.
2. Life will never be the same...but it does not mean it cannot still be good, even wonderful.
3. Time heals. This trite but true observation is not a dismissal but a recognition of the truth that healing comes even though it may take a while.
4. Don't isolate. the temptation to run away will be overwhelming at times. it's okay to guard your space but surround yourself with people who love and care for you.
5. Lean on God. He is the "God of all comfort" (II Corinthians 1:3-7).
Someone I know is grieving today. Her mother--much too young-- died during the night and she is now making her funeral arrangements.
Someone I know is grieving today. He has invested time in an alcoholic who relapsed again for the umpteenth time.
Someone I know is grieving today. His wife of many years has had a biopsy and he is undergoing the painful wait of finding out whether or not she has cancer.
Someone I know is grieving today. Her husband is in jail and she is having trouble making end meet and wonders what it will be like when/if he comes home.
How do we handle grief? It is potentially disabling. It feels very private and yet wee cannot avoid its expression in public.. It never seems to stop hurting. It makes us wonder if life will ever be the same again.
Here are a few quick observations....
1. Give yourself permission to grieve; though it is painful, in a strange way it is part of the healing process.
2. Life will never be the same...but it does not mean it cannot still be good, even wonderful.
3. Time heals. This trite but true observation is not a dismissal but a recognition of the truth that healing comes even though it may take a while.
4. Don't isolate. the temptation to run away will be overwhelming at times. it's okay to guard your space but surround yourself with people who love and care for you.
5. Lean on God. He is the "God of all comfort" (II Corinthians 1:3-7).
Monday, August 27, 2012
"Bad weather" days
A storm blew in over the weekend. It devastated Haiti with heavy flooding and, even as I write, threatens the Gulf Coast on the eve of the seventh anniversary of Hiurricane Katrina.
It was a personal "bad weather" weekend as my plans to fly to Haiti were disrupted and a much-anticipated trip put on hold. Fortunately, I will travel later this week, with a different job description and a changed perspective.
Here is what I am learning...slowly, and reluctantly.
1. Plans change.
2. "Bad weather" days are inevitable.
3. Flexibility is required.
4. Sensitivity is critical.
5. Faith in God helps face the challenge of change.
So I am traveling a week later, the victim of the hurricance season in the Carribean, If I am going to plan trips there this time of the year, I need to be flexible and sensitive to the challnges that are an onoging part of this venture. My faith in God, who miraculously opened this door of opportunity two years ago, remains constant and I'm excited to see what the "bad weather" creates for us in terms of expanded opportunity.
It was a personal "bad weather" weekend as my plans to fly to Haiti were disrupted and a much-anticipated trip put on hold. Fortunately, I will travel later this week, with a different job description and a changed perspective.
Here is what I am learning...slowly, and reluctantly.
1. Plans change.
2. "Bad weather" days are inevitable.
3. Flexibility is required.
4. Sensitivity is critical.
5. Faith in God helps face the challenge of change.
So I am traveling a week later, the victim of the hurricance season in the Carribean, If I am going to plan trips there this time of the year, I need to be flexible and sensitive to the challnges that are an onoging part of this venture. My faith in God, who miraculously opened this door of opportunity two years ago, remains constant and I'm excited to see what the "bad weather" creates for us in terms of expanded opportunity.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Stomach aches in the office
I hurried back from four days away camping near the Truckee River in Northern California. My usual routine is to unpack the trailer, read my mail, check my messages, take a quick post-travel shower, and then head for the office.
Which I did.
My trips home from the mountains are often marked by the same conversation with my wife--promises that I will pace myself, relax more, learn to say "no", and, generally, not fall back into the busy routine to which I am accustomed, and which she endures.
As I near semi-retirement, I have purposed to be more intentional about my transition from the soothing roar of the majestic ocean or the quiet murmuring of a mountain stream back into the unwelcome chaos of the office. It is orderly chaos--our staff and secretaries do an excellent job of keeping things together--but there always is some chaos to sort through, and so it was on Tuesday afternoon.
In the middle of trying to manage preparation for my Haiti trip, scheduling counseling appointments before I leave on Sunday, responding to a few urgent congregational needs, catching up on Hospice work and dealing with a time-consuming computer glitch, I realized I was sick to my stomach. Abdominal pains and accompanying side effects.
I stopped for a moment of quiet--my secretary was gone and the office was empty--and caught my breath just for a second.
I remembered my conversation with my wife on the way home about pacing myself and relaxing. And I stopped what i was doing, made a list of what I needed to do the rest of the week, and climbed into my car to drive home.
One of our staff pastors, a physician's assistant, suggested a virus was going around and I probably was one of its victims ( I had some tell-tale signs while camping).
I'm better today--no stomach ache--the mountain of work has diminished to a small manageable pile due to a few "no's:, and, "this is someone else's responsibility" and "maybe in a few weeks", etc. I realize that the office is not my source of pain. This week it was a virus. Tuesday afternoon, however, it was my mishandling of stress.
I can have a stomach ache anywhere...even in the mountains. My goal is not to volunteer for one by trying to do too much in too short a period of time, driven by unrealistic expectations.
It's a good lesson to think about the next time you're sitting by the ocean or near a river.
And then practice it when you get home.
Which I did.
My trips home from the mountains are often marked by the same conversation with my wife--promises that I will pace myself, relax more, learn to say "no", and, generally, not fall back into the busy routine to which I am accustomed, and which she endures.
As I near semi-retirement, I have purposed to be more intentional about my transition from the soothing roar of the majestic ocean or the quiet murmuring of a mountain stream back into the unwelcome chaos of the office. It is orderly chaos--our staff and secretaries do an excellent job of keeping things together--but there always is some chaos to sort through, and so it was on Tuesday afternoon.
In the middle of trying to manage preparation for my Haiti trip, scheduling counseling appointments before I leave on Sunday, responding to a few urgent congregational needs, catching up on Hospice work and dealing with a time-consuming computer glitch, I realized I was sick to my stomach. Abdominal pains and accompanying side effects.
I stopped for a moment of quiet--my secretary was gone and the office was empty--and caught my breath just for a second.
I remembered my conversation with my wife on the way home about pacing myself and relaxing. And I stopped what i was doing, made a list of what I needed to do the rest of the week, and climbed into my car to drive home.
One of our staff pastors, a physician's assistant, suggested a virus was going around and I probably was one of its victims ( I had some tell-tale signs while camping).
I'm better today--no stomach ache--the mountain of work has diminished to a small manageable pile due to a few "no's:, and, "this is someone else's responsibility" and "maybe in a few weeks", etc. I realize that the office is not my source of pain. This week it was a virus. Tuesday afternoon, however, it was my mishandling of stress.
I can have a stomach ache anywhere...even in the mountains. My goal is not to volunteer for one by trying to do too much in too short a period of time, driven by unrealistic expectations.
It's a good lesson to think about the next time you're sitting by the ocean or near a river.
And then practice it when you get home.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Mountain-biking with a friend
This summer I had my first mountain biking adventure on a single track course--on a regular hybrid bike. For the uninitiated, this is one without suspension to shield the rider from the array of potholes, root systems and other unexpected road hazards.
I am no longer one of the uninitiated. That grueling ride--exciting beyond words--left me wondering if I would ever be able to move my neck normally!
Still, I was determined to find a mountain bike, with a "death wish", I guess, for further adventure!
Long story short--I now have a mountain bike (suspension included) and here's the best part of the story. I have a friend who is willing to ride with me. Last Friday my friend joined me on a hospital call in Sacramento and several hours later, in 100 degree weather, agreed to ride with me for about an hour in the blazing heat. That is the sign of true friendship and adventure.
My bike-riding friend is my wife.
It's a wonderful thing in life when the person to whom you are married becomes your friend and is willing to share in your adventure even when it means she is doing something she would rather not do but choosing to do it because she loves you...does that make sense?
Maybe not.
But it is one of the current joys of my life. Interrupting my perfunctory course of work (I am working four jobs currently) and finding a friend flexible enough to "roll" with my unpredictable schedule is a true blessing. Recently we hiked eleven miles to a waterfall (we thought it was two miles) and she didn't falter for a moment. In fact, she is still with me and looking forward to our next adventure.
I hope you have a bike-riding friend like that!
I am no longer one of the uninitiated. That grueling ride--exciting beyond words--left me wondering if I would ever be able to move my neck normally!
Still, I was determined to find a mountain bike, with a "death wish", I guess, for further adventure!
Long story short--I now have a mountain bike (suspension included) and here's the best part of the story. I have a friend who is willing to ride with me. Last Friday my friend joined me on a hospital call in Sacramento and several hours later, in 100 degree weather, agreed to ride with me for about an hour in the blazing heat. That is the sign of true friendship and adventure.
My bike-riding friend is my wife.
It's a wonderful thing in life when the person to whom you are married becomes your friend and is willing to share in your adventure even when it means she is doing something she would rather not do but choosing to do it because she loves you...does that make sense?
Maybe not.
But it is one of the current joys of my life. Interrupting my perfunctory course of work (I am working four jobs currently) and finding a friend flexible enough to "roll" with my unpredictable schedule is a true blessing. Recently we hiked eleven miles to a waterfall (we thought it was two miles) and she didn't falter for a moment. In fact, she is still with me and looking forward to our next adventure.
I hope you have a bike-riding friend like that!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Back to School...Already?
I noticed that we have a "Back to School" service scheduled at church August 26th and I found myself thinking...already? Is the summer already over?
At various weeks during the month of August and September students head back to school and college across the State of California. In Amador County where I live some home school, some go to private school and others to public school. Still others will make the drive to nearby towns for Junior College and a number will enroll in colleges and vocational schools around the country.
Dads will reluctantly shed tears as they send their daughters off to college. Mothers will will quietly breathe a sigh of relief at he prospect of momentary peace and quiet. Children will loudly moan and groan at the prospect of getting up early in the morning and heading off to school. The sounds of summer will transition into the familiar reverberations of the school year.
Here's a few thoughts about this annual time of transition...
1. Take an intentional few moments with your children at home and review the guidelines for behavior and the goals you have for them in life...if you don't have these it is an appropriate time to think them through. It will help your children understand the "method in your madness" and your motivation for their ultimate good. And it will make you re-think what kind of a job you're doing.
2. If your children are headed out away from home, this is a great time to affirm your love for them, set up a regular time/mode of communication and to encourage them to remember the things that have always been important to them--finding a good church, making good choices, getting enough sleep, eating healthy...you know the drill.
3. As for your ever-changing role as parents, this may be the critical moment to acknowledge that you are partners together as parents and to rebuild your own communication network as you handle children, adolescents, college kids, and ultimately, the "empty nest" syndrome. If you haven;t learned to talk to each other, this could be scary!
The sounds of summer. The familiar drone of the school year. Be prepared. It's already here!
At various weeks during the month of August and September students head back to school and college across the State of California. In Amador County where I live some home school, some go to private school and others to public school. Still others will make the drive to nearby towns for Junior College and a number will enroll in colleges and vocational schools around the country.
Dads will reluctantly shed tears as they send their daughters off to college. Mothers will will quietly breathe a sigh of relief at he prospect of momentary peace and quiet. Children will loudly moan and groan at the prospect of getting up early in the morning and heading off to school. The sounds of summer will transition into the familiar reverberations of the school year.
Here's a few thoughts about this annual time of transition...
1. Take an intentional few moments with your children at home and review the guidelines for behavior and the goals you have for them in life...if you don't have these it is an appropriate time to think them through. It will help your children understand the "method in your madness" and your motivation for their ultimate good. And it will make you re-think what kind of a job you're doing.
2. If your children are headed out away from home, this is a great time to affirm your love for them, set up a regular time/mode of communication and to encourage them to remember the things that have always been important to them--finding a good church, making good choices, getting enough sleep, eating healthy...you know the drill.
3. As for your ever-changing role as parents, this may be the critical moment to acknowledge that you are partners together as parents and to rebuild your own communication network as you handle children, adolescents, college kids, and ultimately, the "empty nest" syndrome. If you haven;t learned to talk to each other, this could be scary!
The sounds of summer. The familiar drone of the school year. Be prepared. It's already here!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Healing Nature of Exercise
The idea of exercise can conjure up images of sweat and strain...and rightly so. But there are some other images that are clear in my mind when I am exercising--release and rest.
How is that possible? Having just read YOUNGER NEXT YEAR, I was challenged as a sixty-four year old to 45 minutes of exercise six days a week along with two days of weight training if I wanted to derail the natural decline of my physical body.
That's an easy subject for me to address. My father died when he was sixty-six and he was basically overweight and not given to exercise. Diet was a concern as well, but he did not take good care of himself. Several months away from the twenty-third anniversary of his premature death--and two years away from the dreaded "sixty-six", I am aware of the accelerate need of caring for myself.
And I love to exercise, except I am too busy...or, that's my excuse. For the last month I have exercised every day--hiking, swimming, biking, running, walking, lifting weights, doing sit-ups and push-ups, etc. It's cross-training because I do something a little different each day.
Here the whole point of all of this. I am not an exercise guru and I still could lose another 5-10 pounds, but I (a) feel better (b) have more energy (c) look more fit and (d) have fewer bouts with depression, a common malady I face.
When I am hiking in the Sierra Nevada's (I was Monday) surrounded by valleys of wildflowers, framed by snow-capped mountains and azure blue skies, I feel release from the cares of my job and the stress of my day. When I am exercising I am often smiling, and this provides a kind of rest that has been foreign to me, except for short spurts when I have recommitted to such discipline.
My work is taxing, people's problems are overwhelming and ministry is demanding. Still, I am celebrating today the healing nature of exercise and planning what it will be for me tonight when I get home from ten hours in the office.
Tonight it is a two mile run around the high school track, 300 push-ups and 50 push-ups.
Followed by a good night of rest!
How is that possible? Having just read YOUNGER NEXT YEAR, I was challenged as a sixty-four year old to 45 minutes of exercise six days a week along with two days of weight training if I wanted to derail the natural decline of my physical body.
That's an easy subject for me to address. My father died when he was sixty-six and he was basically overweight and not given to exercise. Diet was a concern as well, but he did not take good care of himself. Several months away from the twenty-third anniversary of his premature death--and two years away from the dreaded "sixty-six", I am aware of the accelerate need of caring for myself.
And I love to exercise, except I am too busy...or, that's my excuse. For the last month I have exercised every day--hiking, swimming, biking, running, walking, lifting weights, doing sit-ups and push-ups, etc. It's cross-training because I do something a little different each day.
Here the whole point of all of this. I am not an exercise guru and I still could lose another 5-10 pounds, but I (a) feel better (b) have more energy (c) look more fit and (d) have fewer bouts with depression, a common malady I face.
When I am hiking in the Sierra Nevada's (I was Monday) surrounded by valleys of wildflowers, framed by snow-capped mountains and azure blue skies, I feel release from the cares of my job and the stress of my day. When I am exercising I am often smiling, and this provides a kind of rest that has been foreign to me, except for short spurts when I have recommitted to such discipline.
My work is taxing, people's problems are overwhelming and ministry is demanding. Still, I am celebrating today the healing nature of exercise and planning what it will be for me tonight when I get home from ten hours in the office.
Tonight it is a two mile run around the high school track, 300 push-ups and 50 push-ups.
Followed by a good night of rest!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
working past a bad start
So I woke up this morning with a sore throat, a horrible headache, and other maladies not fit for writing on this page.
It was a "bad start".
I had to shuffle my schedule because I was to visit someone in the hospital and felt I might expose him to some of my physical woes; since he is in critical condition already, I did not want to add to his considerable pain and discomfort.
But I had to work. Much to do after two weeks of being away. No time to go back to bed--which I really didn't want to do any way--but onward and forward, as they say!
It's two hours later and I have had a productive morning. My headache has subsided. I am still wrestling with allergies and a sore throat, but I have worked past the "bad start" that seemed to threaten the whole day, and am now feeling as if I can survive!
Here's my point. Sometimes the start of the day can define the rest of the day unless we intentionally change our mindset. If we're sick, then staying home and caring for our physical needs may be what's needed. But more often than not for me, it is a matter of gritting my teeth, praying to God for strength and grace for the day, and then, moving forward in anticipation of something better.
I've worked past my "bad start"; how about you?
It was a "bad start".
I had to shuffle my schedule because I was to visit someone in the hospital and felt I might expose him to some of my physical woes; since he is in critical condition already, I did not want to add to his considerable pain and discomfort.
But I had to work. Much to do after two weeks of being away. No time to go back to bed--which I really didn't want to do any way--but onward and forward, as they say!
It's two hours later and I have had a productive morning. My headache has subsided. I am still wrestling with allergies and a sore throat, but I have worked past the "bad start" that seemed to threaten the whole day, and am now feeling as if I can survive!
Here's my point. Sometimes the start of the day can define the rest of the day unless we intentionally change our mindset. If we're sick, then staying home and caring for our physical needs may be what's needed. But more often than not for me, it is a matter of gritting my teeth, praying to God for strength and grace for the day, and then, moving forward in anticipation of something better.
I've worked past my "bad start"; how about you?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Speaking the truth in love
I had an encounter this week from which I emerged with some conflicting feelings--I felt hurt, I was humbled, I was helped.
I was hurt because I did not hear what I wanted to hear. My "confronter" spoke kindly, but forcefully and accurately. He was very careful not to be accusative but pointed out some mutual concerns in our relationship that were obviously creating some discomfort for him. I needed to hear him, even though it was painful.
I was humbled because in my heart I had to acknowledge he was right, There were some things about what I was saying and doing that reflected poorly upon our relationship For it to continue in a healthy way, changes needed to be made and most of them rightfully had to be my responsibility.
I was helped because I listened and chose to learn--to accept and own my part if we were to be able to move forward. he spoke the truth in love--a scriptural mandate-=-and I was able to receive it and, now, to process it, and, with God's help, act on it.
Speaking the truth in love, when I am the speaker, affords me an opportunity to be heard. Receiving the truth spoken in love if I am the listener accelerates my willingness to act responsibly towards it.
I was hurt because I did not hear what I wanted to hear. My "confronter" spoke kindly, but forcefully and accurately. He was very careful not to be accusative but pointed out some mutual concerns in our relationship that were obviously creating some discomfort for him. I needed to hear him, even though it was painful.
I was humbled because in my heart I had to acknowledge he was right, There were some things about what I was saying and doing that reflected poorly upon our relationship For it to continue in a healthy way, changes needed to be made and most of them rightfully had to be my responsibility.
I was helped because I listened and chose to learn--to accept and own my part if we were to be able to move forward. he spoke the truth in love--a scriptural mandate-=-and I was able to receive it and, now, to process it, and, with God's help, act on it.
Speaking the truth in love, when I am the speaker, affords me an opportunity to be heard. Receiving the truth spoken in love if I am the listener accelerates my willingness to act responsibly towards it.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
When a trusted fellow work leaves...
After fourteen years of working closely together, our staff pastor in charge of seniors is retiring.
I'm sad.
Ward has been a close friend and trusted confidant. This grew naturally out of his sixty plus years as a pastor and his wisdom learned along the way--wisdom offered only when solicited.
Ward, now eighty-four years, has a remarkable knowledge of God's Word, an incredible sense of humor, a great singing voice, and an ability to stand in front of a crowd and speak clearly and coherently. (At 64 I don't always manage that...) All of these skills were utilized in his ministry at the rest home, at the hospitals, with seniors in their PrimeTimer's ministry ( a social gathering), and in his teaching ministry at Grace.
So I am grieving his departure--content that he has served well and now will bless his family in Northern California--but sad that when I walk into the office during the week his familiar face bent over a book (often the Bible) or bowed in prayer., he will no longer be here.
I'm sad.
I'm sad.
Ward has been a close friend and trusted confidant. This grew naturally out of his sixty plus years as a pastor and his wisdom learned along the way--wisdom offered only when solicited.
Ward, now eighty-four years, has a remarkable knowledge of God's Word, an incredible sense of humor, a great singing voice, and an ability to stand in front of a crowd and speak clearly and coherently. (At 64 I don't always manage that...) All of these skills were utilized in his ministry at the rest home, at the hospitals, with seniors in their PrimeTimer's ministry ( a social gathering), and in his teaching ministry at Grace.
So I am grieving his departure--content that he has served well and now will bless his family in Northern California--but sad that when I walk into the office during the week his familiar face bent over a book (often the Bible) or bowed in prayer., he will no longer be here.
I'm sad.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Losing your edge...
Two of the most productive athletes of the last decade are professional golfer, Tiger Woods, and SF Giant's pitcher, Tim Linceum. It could be argued that Tiger Woods is the greatest golfer that ever lived, and Tim lincecum, winner of babesball's coveted Cy Young award in two of his first three seasons, one of the best pitchers ever to perform on a baseball field.
Just this last week both players were in the public spotlight. Tiger Woods took the lead at the halfway point in the US Open and looked positioned to win his fourteenth major tournament, a feat second only to Jack Nicklaus' eighteen, Up north in Seattle, Tim Linceum returned home to the place where he grew up focused on ending an eight game losing streak.
By the time the weekend ws over, the Giants had lost for the ninth straight time in games where Lincecum pitched and Tiger Woords had failed again in his pursuit of a major, slipping into a tie for twenty-first,
What has happened to Tiger and Tim?
I am not an authority buit it appears to me both men have lost their edge.
Tiger had the ability when taking a lead at a tournament to literally run away from the rest of the field because of his unequalled skill and unrivaled confidence, and Lincecum's mere presence on a baseball field struck terror into the hearts of baseball's most proficient batters.
But not any longer.
Tiger drove off the green and missed putts he once routinely made, and Lincecum yielded gargantuan home runs and untimely walks to seal his doom.
What causes an athlete to lose his edge? It can't be age for these two--they are still young. It can't be bad breaks--they have both imploded on their own. Something deeper has happened.
We could speculate that Woods' off the field conduct whoch led to his public exposure and costly divorce have left his confidence shattered. He has plummeted from the position of respect and admiration he once held though people are still in awe of his talent.
The Lincecum piece is more difficult to anaylze but it appears that something has happened that has caused him to make bad decisions in key moments of a game that have become his undoing. At one point he had had runners score in only seven of fifty-six innings but those innings were disastrous enough to result in six losses. Unablke to make the right pitch in a key situation.
They've lost their edge.
Do you ever feel like that--that what you once did well routinely or accomplished easily has now become more strenuous and less frequent. It feels as if the bottom has dropped out,
The experts say that Woods still has great skills and if he could fine-tune his putting and regain his mental game he could once again dominate, Baseball writers have osberved that Lincecum still has a high number of strikeouts and an array of wicked pitches, and making better decisions in key moments of a game could turn it around for him.
For you it may be the same. Simply fine-tuning some things may turn it around.
But I'm guessing for Tiger and Tim--and for you and me--it's alot about what's going on in our minds and whether or not we are waging war with some enemies upstairs. Losing our edge can simply be a matter of misplaced confidence, presuming on our abilities but neglecting the necessary disciplines that keep us sharp and alert and living on the edge.
Tiger and Tim will remain in the public spotlight and our scrutiny and critique from a distance will inevitably continue.
Beneath the radar screen of public opinion I can continue to function but I know whether or not I've lost my edge. Often for me its a simple matter of remembering how I got to where I am and revisiting the things that caused me to be productive.
Thanks, God, for reminding me again today.
Just this last week both players were in the public spotlight. Tiger Woods took the lead at the halfway point in the US Open and looked positioned to win his fourteenth major tournament, a feat second only to Jack Nicklaus' eighteen, Up north in Seattle, Tim Linceum returned home to the place where he grew up focused on ending an eight game losing streak.
By the time the weekend ws over, the Giants had lost for the ninth straight time in games where Lincecum pitched and Tiger Woords had failed again in his pursuit of a major, slipping into a tie for twenty-first,
What has happened to Tiger and Tim?
I am not an authority buit it appears to me both men have lost their edge.
Tiger had the ability when taking a lead at a tournament to literally run away from the rest of the field because of his unequalled skill and unrivaled confidence, and Lincecum's mere presence on a baseball field struck terror into the hearts of baseball's most proficient batters.
But not any longer.
Tiger drove off the green and missed putts he once routinely made, and Lincecum yielded gargantuan home runs and untimely walks to seal his doom.
What causes an athlete to lose his edge? It can't be age for these two--they are still young. It can't be bad breaks--they have both imploded on their own. Something deeper has happened.
We could speculate that Woods' off the field conduct whoch led to his public exposure and costly divorce have left his confidence shattered. He has plummeted from the position of respect and admiration he once held though people are still in awe of his talent.
The Lincecum piece is more difficult to anaylze but it appears that something has happened that has caused him to make bad decisions in key moments of a game that have become his undoing. At one point he had had runners score in only seven of fifty-six innings but those innings were disastrous enough to result in six losses. Unablke to make the right pitch in a key situation.
They've lost their edge.
Do you ever feel like that--that what you once did well routinely or accomplished easily has now become more strenuous and less frequent. It feels as if the bottom has dropped out,
The experts say that Woods still has great skills and if he could fine-tune his putting and regain his mental game he could once again dominate, Baseball writers have osberved that Lincecum still has a high number of strikeouts and an array of wicked pitches, and making better decisions in key moments of a game could turn it around for him.
For you it may be the same. Simply fine-tuning some things may turn it around.
But I'm guessing for Tiger and Tim--and for you and me--it's alot about what's going on in our minds and whether or not we are waging war with some enemies upstairs. Losing our edge can simply be a matter of misplaced confidence, presuming on our abilities but neglecting the necessary disciplines that keep us sharp and alert and living on the edge.
Tiger and Tim will remain in the public spotlight and our scrutiny and critique from a distance will inevitably continue.
Beneath the radar screen of public opinion I can continue to function but I know whether or not I've lost my edge. Often for me its a simple matter of remembering how I got to where I am and revisiting the things that caused me to be productive.
Thanks, God, for reminding me again today.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The wonder of the ocean
I am back in the office today after a week away at Pismo Beach--a week celebrating fifteen years of marriage and observing the the achievements of an all-star baseball player grandson who participated in four games. All exciting. All important. All meaningful.
Husband and grandpa. Two great roles to celebrate.
The other value of the week away was that it was "away"...away from work, away from a routine, away from responsibility, away from thinking. The kind of stuff that is so much of what life consists, but sometimes feels overwhelming.
The ocean is a blessed alternative to my normal schedule and surroundings, even though it is beautiful where I live. There is something about the ocean that holds me in its grip, embracing me with a sense of peace and power.
An interesting combination.
When I am walking along the ocean--and I did that several times each day--the sights and the sounds are mesmerizing. I am literally transported to another world--a world of peace and tranquility that I rarely experience any place else.
At the same time I am astounded by the raging power of the ocean--frightened by the idea of being alone at sea and conjuring up images of movies where men engage the fury of the sea only to fall victim to its power.
At this moment I realize it is both components of the ocean scene--its peace and power--that when merged together engage me at the deepest part of my being. It reminds me of a sovereign God who holds the waters of the ocean in His power--"even the wind and the sea obey his voice"--and who in a moment with a divine decree can say "Peace be still" and the waves will calm and the ocean be still.
It's the place where Sovereign God and perfect peace come together.
It's why I love the ocean.
Husband and grandpa. Two great roles to celebrate.
The other value of the week away was that it was "away"...away from work, away from a routine, away from responsibility, away from thinking. The kind of stuff that is so much of what life consists, but sometimes feels overwhelming.
The ocean is a blessed alternative to my normal schedule and surroundings, even though it is beautiful where I live. There is something about the ocean that holds me in its grip, embracing me with a sense of peace and power.
An interesting combination.
When I am walking along the ocean--and I did that several times each day--the sights and the sounds are mesmerizing. I am literally transported to another world--a world of peace and tranquility that I rarely experience any place else.
At the same time I am astounded by the raging power of the ocean--frightened by the idea of being alone at sea and conjuring up images of movies where men engage the fury of the sea only to fall victim to its power.
At this moment I realize it is both components of the ocean scene--its peace and power--that when merged together engage me at the deepest part of my being. It reminds me of a sovereign God who holds the waters of the ocean in His power--"even the wind and the sea obey his voice"--and who in a moment with a divine decree can say "Peace be still" and the waves will calm and the ocean be still.
It's the place where Sovereign God and perfect peace come together.
It's why I love the ocean.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Graduation...an end? or a means to an end?
I have spent time at a Baccalaureate service, a church graduation service and a family graduation party this last weekend. In addition to these events I was invited to three graduations and missed several others of which I was aware including a grandson's sixth grade graduation 2000 miles away in Texas.
Graduations are significant events because they recognize achievement and completion. An individuals sets a goal of graduating from high school and/or getting a college degree--or getting through boot camp or completing vocational training-and emerges with a diploma, a rank or some form of certification that they have met the course requirements and achieved their goal.
Congratulations are in order for those who have graduated. So, congratulations to all who have achieved their goals and completed the course.
Now what? That may seem a ludicrous question. My sixth grade grandson will change schools and begin Junior High in Richardson, Texas. A friend of mine has completed his college work and ROTC training and will enter the Air Force. Another has graduated from high school and will head for a Christian liberal arts college in Los Angeles to continue her education. Still another will leave for culinary school.
The point is this--the "Now what?" for them seems clear.
For now.
But at some point, the sixth grader will be a college graduate as an adult. The Air Force serviceman will be a pilot. The high school graduates, if they reach their voiced dreams. will be an artist and a chef respectively.
Still, the question will always be, "Now what?"
Everything we pursue--and attain--that is punctuated with a diploma or a certificate--is not an end, but a means to an end, And that end is generally phrased in how we answer this question, "What is the purpose of my life?"
Herein, if you will, lies the rub. What is the purpose of all of this in the ultimate scheme of things? For me, I am "graduating" after forty-five years as a minister. I will be sixty-five and I'm asking the question again, "Now what?"
But it is really just another question about what "means" will I pursue now to continue to embrace my purpose for living--serving God. That's my end goal, in whatever I do, and it makes the "graduations" and achievements along the way fulfilling--but only as they relate to my ultimate objective,
Figure out what you're really living for, and then purpose that every pursuit along the way--every graduation realized--will resonate with the celebration of what God made you to be.
Graduations are significant events because they recognize achievement and completion. An individuals sets a goal of graduating from high school and/or getting a college degree--or getting through boot camp or completing vocational training-and emerges with a diploma, a rank or some form of certification that they have met the course requirements and achieved their goal.
Congratulations are in order for those who have graduated. So, congratulations to all who have achieved their goals and completed the course.
Now what? That may seem a ludicrous question. My sixth grade grandson will change schools and begin Junior High in Richardson, Texas. A friend of mine has completed his college work and ROTC training and will enter the Air Force. Another has graduated from high school and will head for a Christian liberal arts college in Los Angeles to continue her education. Still another will leave for culinary school.
The point is this--the "Now what?" for them seems clear.
For now.
But at some point, the sixth grader will be a college graduate as an adult. The Air Force serviceman will be a pilot. The high school graduates, if they reach their voiced dreams. will be an artist and a chef respectively.
Still, the question will always be, "Now what?"
Everything we pursue--and attain--that is punctuated with a diploma or a certificate--is not an end, but a means to an end, And that end is generally phrased in how we answer this question, "What is the purpose of my life?"
Herein, if you will, lies the rub. What is the purpose of all of this in the ultimate scheme of things? For me, I am "graduating" after forty-five years as a minister. I will be sixty-five and I'm asking the question again, "Now what?"
But it is really just another question about what "means" will I pursue now to continue to embrace my purpose for living--serving God. That's my end goal, in whatever I do, and it makes the "graduations" and achievements along the way fulfilling--but only as they relate to my ultimate objective,
Figure out what you're really living for, and then purpose that every pursuit along the way--every graduation realized--will resonate with the celebration of what God made you to be.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Getting unstuck
In a rut? Stuck? No forward progress? Feel like you're in quicksand losing ground?
Summer awaits us...and even beckons us with the prospects of a vacation, blue skies, a trip to the ocean, an afternoon by a stream, a weekend with extended family...something other than the ordinary routine. The anticipation of that can be exhilarating--pointing to an event or a series of events that potentially change what seems to be the perfunctory rhythm of life.
But there is reality awaiting us, when the summer is over, the vacation is spent, the family has said "good bye" until the next holiday weekend.
It is back to work, back to school, back to the household regimen, back to the rut of predictability and boredom, if not sheer drudgery.
How do you change that? What steps can you take tom transform the routine and predictable into something exciting and challenging? Here's some things to consider.
Are you thankful?
All too often what we have we take for granted, forgetting we are blessed to have good health, a job that pays the bills, a roof over our head, enough food to keep us dieting, a country where we are not worrying about our safety...and a host of other blessings not common in other parts of the world.
Are you intentional?
Do you focus on each day as an opportunity to excel in what you do and do you seek to influence others around you for good, to keep yur eyes open for someone less fortunate than you?
Are you creative?
Have you considered improving your workplace, increasing your productivity, identifying a meaningful goal for each day on the job beyond the expected?
Are you positive?
Do you approach each new day with dread or do you see it as a new and fresh opportunity to invest your energy and ability in something or someone?
Are you accountable?
Have you enaged your spouse or a friend and said, "Here's what I am proposing to do. Ask me at the end of the week how I did?"
Consider asking these questions of yourself each day and then measuring the quality and content of your life by how well you respond.
And see if you don't get unstuck--out of the rut of complacency and bordeom that are sure to bury you until the next vacation or sunny day.
Summer awaits us...and even beckons us with the prospects of a vacation, blue skies, a trip to the ocean, an afternoon by a stream, a weekend with extended family...something other than the ordinary routine. The anticipation of that can be exhilarating--pointing to an event or a series of events that potentially change what seems to be the perfunctory rhythm of life.
But there is reality awaiting us, when the summer is over, the vacation is spent, the family has said "good bye" until the next holiday weekend.
It is back to work, back to school, back to the household regimen, back to the rut of predictability and boredom, if not sheer drudgery.
How do you change that? What steps can you take tom transform the routine and predictable into something exciting and challenging? Here's some things to consider.
Are you thankful?
All too often what we have we take for granted, forgetting we are blessed to have good health, a job that pays the bills, a roof over our head, enough food to keep us dieting, a country where we are not worrying about our safety...and a host of other blessings not common in other parts of the world.
Are you intentional?
Do you focus on each day as an opportunity to excel in what you do and do you seek to influence others around you for good, to keep yur eyes open for someone less fortunate than you?
Are you creative?
Have you considered improving your workplace, increasing your productivity, identifying a meaningful goal for each day on the job beyond the expected?
Are you positive?
Do you approach each new day with dread or do you see it as a new and fresh opportunity to invest your energy and ability in something or someone?
Are you accountable?
Have you enaged your spouse or a friend and said, "Here's what I am proposing to do. Ask me at the end of the week how I did?"
Consider asking these questions of yourself each day and then measuring the quality and content of your life by how well you respond.
And see if you don't get unstuck--out of the rut of complacency and bordeom that are sure to bury you until the next vacation or sunny day.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Here comes summer...?!?!
Summer will be here in another month. How do you feel about that? It promotes a myriad of emtoions, I am discovering, as I talk to people.
Kids can't wait. No more school. No more homework (unless summer school is on the agenda). The anticipation of sleeping in (if they're teens). The excitement of a family vacation.
Parents can wait. Children at home 24/7. Issues about financing a family vacation. If both parents work, thinking about child care or supervision while they're working. New challenges.
This make for an interesting family dynamic--kids glad, parents sad--or, at the very least, looking for creative answers for the summer agenda.
Summer can be a time of family reconnecting, but it will require intentional effort on everyone's part. Here's an opportunity to vacate the usual regimen of running around feverishly for school and after-school activities--not drudgery but sometimes demanding--and scultpturing a plan for summer that allows everyone to take "time off" together and to maximize the opportunities of a reducded schedule (even if yours as parents is largely the same).
Here are some key words to think about...creatively, or, outside the box as you prepare for summer.
C-amp. It's relatively inexpensive and a great opportunity for kids to be outside away from their IPhones and video games. Tents and sleeping bags, fishing rods and family table games are basic components,
R-elatives. It's fun to hook up with extended family.
E-xchange. Trade with another trustworthy famiily. Take their kids for a weekend (I know, this is frightening) in exchange for taking yours (a romantic weekend awaits you).
A-sk. Take the risk. inquire about what the kids want to do. Iit may surprise you that they are more content you expected to kick back and enjoy being home. (Good luck with that one)
T-ask. It's all right to assign responsibilities to your kids as a teaching and training opportunity. Linking it to reward may be subtle "bribery" but it can produce desired results and promote character in the process.
I-nnovate. Try something you've never done before. Sleep overnight in the backyard. Attend a flea market on Saturday morning. Get ice cream on the spur of the moment. Spend the a day volunteering as a family for a needy cause.
V-BS. Your local church will probably have a week-long summer program that will provide good principled teaching, fun and games...and you can either volunteer to help, or take a much-needed summer break.
E-scape. All right. Set aside at least one weekend where you ante up the dollars and get away by yourselves. You'll need it!
Kids can't wait. No more school. No more homework (unless summer school is on the agenda). The anticipation of sleeping in (if they're teens). The excitement of a family vacation.
Parents can wait. Children at home 24/7. Issues about financing a family vacation. If both parents work, thinking about child care or supervision while they're working. New challenges.
This make for an interesting family dynamic--kids glad, parents sad--or, at the very least, looking for creative answers for the summer agenda.
Summer can be a time of family reconnecting, but it will require intentional effort on everyone's part. Here's an opportunity to vacate the usual regimen of running around feverishly for school and after-school activities--not drudgery but sometimes demanding--and scultpturing a plan for summer that allows everyone to take "time off" together and to maximize the opportunities of a reducded schedule (even if yours as parents is largely the same).
Here are some key words to think about...creatively, or, outside the box as you prepare for summer.
C-amp. It's relatively inexpensive and a great opportunity for kids to be outside away from their IPhones and video games. Tents and sleeping bags, fishing rods and family table games are basic components,
R-elatives. It's fun to hook up with extended family.
E-xchange. Trade with another trustworthy famiily. Take their kids for a weekend (I know, this is frightening) in exchange for taking yours (a romantic weekend awaits you).
A-sk. Take the risk. inquire about what the kids want to do. Iit may surprise you that they are more content you expected to kick back and enjoy being home. (Good luck with that one)
T-ask. It's all right to assign responsibilities to your kids as a teaching and training opportunity. Linking it to reward may be subtle "bribery" but it can produce desired results and promote character in the process.
I-nnovate. Try something you've never done before. Sleep overnight in the backyard. Attend a flea market on Saturday morning. Get ice cream on the spur of the moment. Spend the a day volunteering as a family for a needy cause.
V-BS. Your local church will probably have a week-long summer program that will provide good principled teaching, fun and games...and you can either volunteer to help, or take a much-needed summer break.
E-scape. All right. Set aside at least one weekend where you ante up the dollars and get away by yourselves. You'll need it!
Monday, May 14, 2012
Family valued
I was reminded on this Mother's Day of the importance of family. In my busy schedule it is easy to succumb to the pressures of work and its demands. I was jolted when my oldest son gently asked if I would make an attempt to be more connected with my grandson. His other grandfather who lived nearby died suddenly a year ago. He has missed him and since I live 2000 miles away we see my grandson twice a year...maybe. He needs a grandpa. I love him dearly so this is not a task.
But it is a necessary dicicpline.
Armed with this information--all which I already knew--I recommitted to this privileged task which means I have to be intentional. We had contact in several ways over the weekend--on the phone, via e-mail and I sent a card with a small gift to say, "thinking about you".
My mother will be eighty-eight years old in July. She lives 60 miles away and I am fortunate if I see her once a month. On Mother's Day, freed from my normal church responsibilities, my wife and I joined her at her church--our first visit in three years since a new pastor arrived. We sat together and I felt proud to sit in the same row with my godly mother, the spiritual matriarch of that small church. We ate lunch together with my extended family and were delighted that the television we were blessed to give her was something she deeply appreciated.
It was a joy to write my daughters-in-law and daughters congratulatory Mother's Day greetings. They are a special group and are wonderful mothers to our eleven grandchildren. My wife was thrilled by cards (and gifts) from her sons and telephone calls from them at day's end.
I am grateful for my family. I am determined anew that they will be a priority in my life--before my work and its demands. How this fleshes out daily is a challenge for me admittedly, but in the realm of things that matter most to me, they are what I truly value.
But it is a necessary dicicpline.
Armed with this information--all which I already knew--I recommitted to this privileged task which means I have to be intentional. We had contact in several ways over the weekend--on the phone, via e-mail and I sent a card with a small gift to say, "thinking about you".
My mother will be eighty-eight years old in July. She lives 60 miles away and I am fortunate if I see her once a month. On Mother's Day, freed from my normal church responsibilities, my wife and I joined her at her church--our first visit in three years since a new pastor arrived. We sat together and I felt proud to sit in the same row with my godly mother, the spiritual matriarch of that small church. We ate lunch together with my extended family and were delighted that the television we were blessed to give her was something she deeply appreciated.
It was a joy to write my daughters-in-law and daughters congratulatory Mother's Day greetings. They are a special group and are wonderful mothers to our eleven grandchildren. My wife was thrilled by cards (and gifts) from her sons and telephone calls from them at day's end.
I am grateful for my family. I am determined anew that they will be a priority in my life--before my work and its demands. How this fleshes out daily is a challenge for me admittedly, but in the realm of things that matter most to me, they are what I truly value.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Digging out...
After another short vacation--I've had more than my usual opportunities be away during this transitional year--what I dread most is digging out of my e-mails, mail, appointment calendar, contact list, and all that goes along with being a senior pastor, part-time counselor, Hospice chaplain and volunteer coordinator for TLCHaiti.
I am not trying ti impress you with all of the hats I currently wear, but to strike a point of identification with many of you who may face the same pressures of trying to dig out of a mountain of tasks that seem at first glance overwhelming.
Here is what I am learning.
1. I begin with prayer. I acknowledge that I am not God (sometime I fancy myself as a cosmic counselor who can fix everyone, everything...I know, arrogant and foolish) and then I remind myself that I desperately need God if anything I am going to do will make any difference.
2. I make lists. Those lists contain categories that relate to my four positions and also include my household responsibilities, i.e. projects, chores, family events, etc. usually, just composing the lists is overwhelming and I find myself usually having to add to them as the process unfolds. I also have an appointment book with columns identifying the various areas of responsibility so I can coordinate my tasks (I have to write them down alongside each other or I double-schedule myself..."senior-itis").
3. I decide what is most important (this is subject to internal "arm-wrestling" as I establish priorities) and then begin to add to my calendar what will be part of my week's schedule. Some things get left off the list--yes, it's impossible to meet everyone's demands--and set for a later time with all the appropriate and courteous communication to cover my bases.
4. I set boundaries (I here someone laughing in the background...really?). I mark off time for myself--exercise, time with Beverly, study--or else the tyranny of the urgent will make a mockery of my schedule.
5. I pray daily. I ask God to help me enjoy the journey--to not be so focused on getting to the end of the week, the end of the list, the end of the task--that I miss the joy of the time spent doing the things to which he has called me. I hope you, too, have a sense of calling in your work, whatever it may be, so that your tasks are ennobled by a sense of sustaining purpose in seeking to please God with the promise of a fulfilled life.
Even if you are busy digging out.
I am not trying ti impress you with all of the hats I currently wear, but to strike a point of identification with many of you who may face the same pressures of trying to dig out of a mountain of tasks that seem at first glance overwhelming.
Here is what I am learning.
1. I begin with prayer. I acknowledge that I am not God (sometime I fancy myself as a cosmic counselor who can fix everyone, everything...I know, arrogant and foolish) and then I remind myself that I desperately need God if anything I am going to do will make any difference.
2. I make lists. Those lists contain categories that relate to my four positions and also include my household responsibilities, i.e. projects, chores, family events, etc. usually, just composing the lists is overwhelming and I find myself usually having to add to them as the process unfolds. I also have an appointment book with columns identifying the various areas of responsibility so I can coordinate my tasks (I have to write them down alongside each other or I double-schedule myself..."senior-itis").
3. I decide what is most important (this is subject to internal "arm-wrestling" as I establish priorities) and then begin to add to my calendar what will be part of my week's schedule. Some things get left off the list--yes, it's impossible to meet everyone's demands--and set for a later time with all the appropriate and courteous communication to cover my bases.
4. I set boundaries (I here someone laughing in the background...really?). I mark off time for myself--exercise, time with Beverly, study--or else the tyranny of the urgent will make a mockery of my schedule.
5. I pray daily. I ask God to help me enjoy the journey--to not be so focused on getting to the end of the week, the end of the list, the end of the task--that I miss the joy of the time spent doing the things to which he has called me. I hope you, too, have a sense of calling in your work, whatever it may be, so that your tasks are ennobled by a sense of sustaining purpose in seeking to please God with the promise of a fulfilled life.
Even if you are busy digging out.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Affirmation and Its A-ffects
"Atta boy!"
"Good job!"
"Thank you."
I've learned that a few well-placed words can go a long way towards building a business or growing an organization. In the book, GOOD TO GREAT, the author suggests that the distinguishing factor of success is reflected in how well a leader serves his business or organization.
As a pastor working with a small paid staff and a large number of faithful volunteers, I am constantly reminded of how important it is to encourage those who are working hard behind the scenes as well as those who others notice. Every Sunday at Grace Fellowship--in addition to those who preach, teach and lead worship-- men park cars, couples greet, volunteers serve in the nursery, children's workers teach and take care of children, etc. Additionally, there are those who fold bulletins, prepare coffee, bring refreshments, clean offices, care for the property, and generally "pick up" each week who are vital to the life of the church.
I take time each week to send small post cards thanking those who have served faithfully, This week there were notes for those who organized a talent show, helped orchestrate a banquet for our local pregnancy center, delievred meals to shut-ins, and led and served at an event encouraging purity for teenage girls.
Every week there are those to thank and those to encourage.
And every week new people are reached, new ministries are accomplished and new people are enlisted to share in the process.
It's the result of affirmation. A few well-placed words.
I like how it a-ffects everything we do at Grace.
"Good job!"
"Thank you."
I've learned that a few well-placed words can go a long way towards building a business or growing an organization. In the book, GOOD TO GREAT, the author suggests that the distinguishing factor of success is reflected in how well a leader serves his business or organization.
As a pastor working with a small paid staff and a large number of faithful volunteers, I am constantly reminded of how important it is to encourage those who are working hard behind the scenes as well as those who others notice. Every Sunday at Grace Fellowship--in addition to those who preach, teach and lead worship-- men park cars, couples greet, volunteers serve in the nursery, children's workers teach and take care of children, etc. Additionally, there are those who fold bulletins, prepare coffee, bring refreshments, clean offices, care for the property, and generally "pick up" each week who are vital to the life of the church.
I take time each week to send small post cards thanking those who have served faithfully, This week there were notes for those who organized a talent show, helped orchestrate a banquet for our local pregnancy center, delievred meals to shut-ins, and led and served at an event encouraging purity for teenage girls.
Every week there are those to thank and those to encourage.
And every week new people are reached, new ministries are accomplished and new people are enlisted to share in the process.
It's the result of affirmation. A few well-placed words.
I like how it a-ffects everything we do at Grace.
Monday, April 23, 2012
The Music fix
I am at my office today on my day off...what's wrong with that picture?
A morning of household chores, a short walk, and a cluttered mind...and so I am at my cousneling office doing some administrative work and seeking to clear my mind. Some time getting things down on paper or, at least written into the schedule, helps me.
In the quietness of my office, however, I felt almost haunted by my racing thoughts so I unleashed I-Tunes and am listening to Mozart. What a peaceful and restful space my office has suddenly become!
Even the exercise of jogging is sometimes disquieting for me...until I put on my earphones, turn on my I-Phone, and lose myself in my music. It mutes my heavy breathing (which can be annoying) and allows me to replace my thoughs with the elixir of music's melodic strains.
Life's demands cannot sometimes be avoided. Life's decibels are not easily drownded out.
If you're caught in that web of entanglement., try the music fix. Transform your troubled world into a paradise of peace.
Even if only for a few moments...
A morning of household chores, a short walk, and a cluttered mind...and so I am at my cousneling office doing some administrative work and seeking to clear my mind. Some time getting things down on paper or, at least written into the schedule, helps me.
In the quietness of my office, however, I felt almost haunted by my racing thoughts so I unleashed I-Tunes and am listening to Mozart. What a peaceful and restful space my office has suddenly become!
Even the exercise of jogging is sometimes disquieting for me...until I put on my earphones, turn on my I-Phone, and lose myself in my music. It mutes my heavy breathing (which can be annoying) and allows me to replace my thoughs with the elixir of music's melodic strains.
Life's demands cannot sometimes be avoided. Life's decibels are not easily drownded out.
If you're caught in that web of entanglement., try the music fix. Transform your troubled world into a paradise of peace.
Even if only for a few moments...
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
When I can't sleep...
It was one of those nights I fell right to sleep and awakened in the middle of the night to remain awake for several hours.
This is dangerous for me because my mind goes to work.
And I thought about dying. When would I die. How would I die. Would I suffer much, Who would be at my funeral. Who would be sad. Am I afraid. What if it were today. And all other kinds of related questions that are colored by three plus years with Hospice and watching people die.
As well as over five hundred funerals and in forty-five years as a pastor.
What keeps me awake at night isn't always reflective of what's happened during the day or even connected to anything going on in my life at the moment.
But I often have to find some way to disrupt the now stimulated thinking process that desperately needs to be abandoned for needed rest.
And so I affirmed my faith--critical to me since the fear of death would blow me away if I didn't believe in the hope of eternal life in Christ--and then literally refocused on the the things that give me peace--crashing waterfalls, crystal blue oceans, rushing rivers...and three hours later I was awake.
Mostly rested...and not afraid.
This is dangerous for me because my mind goes to work.
And I thought about dying. When would I die. How would I die. Would I suffer much, Who would be at my funeral. Who would be sad. Am I afraid. What if it were today. And all other kinds of related questions that are colored by three plus years with Hospice and watching people die.
As well as over five hundred funerals and in forty-five years as a pastor.
What keeps me awake at night isn't always reflective of what's happened during the day or even connected to anything going on in my life at the moment.
But I often have to find some way to disrupt the now stimulated thinking process that desperately needs to be abandoned for needed rest.
And so I affirmed my faith--critical to me since the fear of death would blow me away if I didn't believe in the hope of eternal life in Christ--and then literally refocused on the the things that give me peace--crashing waterfalls, crystal blue oceans, rushing rivers...and three hours later I was awake.
Mostly rested...and not afraid.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Breaking in new ground
I have recently been unofficially hired to assume a responsibility with a company that is expanding its work overseas. Because the actual affimration of the corporate board is not until mid-May, and my actual start date is not until February, 2013, it is an interesting challenge to assay my responsibilities for today.
Here's what I am learning about this waiting time and transition...
*I am moving deliberately, checking out every proposed step before actually taking it.
*I am reading diligently, researching the necessary data available that will enhance my work when I actually start.
*I am communciating daily (or, as often as needed), staying in the loop regarding what is to be my responsibility.
My goal is to be ready to run the moment my job actually starts. I am disciplined to not run ahead or assume another's responsibilities. I am being careful to be a good observer and a willing learner as I process the information that is being made available to me. And I am continually asking, "Is there anything you need from me now?", while at the same time affirming the thngs already in place.
Truth is, I will be breaking in new ground. But some preliminary work has already been done--marials written, decisions made, programs instituted. What's required of me is an apppropriate respect and a measured enthusiasm as I await my turn to do my job.
Can't wait! But I will.
How are you doing with your new opportunity?
Here's what I am learning about this waiting time and transition...
*I am moving deliberately, checking out every proposed step before actually taking it.
*I am reading diligently, researching the necessary data available that will enhance my work when I actually start.
*I am communciating daily (or, as often as needed), staying in the loop regarding what is to be my responsibility.
My goal is to be ready to run the moment my job actually starts. I am disciplined to not run ahead or assume another's responsibilities. I am being careful to be a good observer and a willing learner as I process the information that is being made available to me. And I am continually asking, "Is there anything you need from me now?", while at the same time affirming the thngs already in place.
Truth is, I will be breaking in new ground. But some preliminary work has already been done--marials written, decisions made, programs instituted. What's required of me is an apppropriate respect and a measured enthusiasm as I await my turn to do my job.
Can't wait! But I will.
How are you doing with your new opportunity?
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Life Coaching...online
People are busy.
I know. I am.
People have things they really want to do...if they just had the time.
I know. I have to make time.
People make time for the things they really want to do.
Life coaching provides an opportunity for you to set meaningful and measurable goals, to identify critical hindrances, and, through a comprehensive plan, accountability, and encouragement, to actually move forward to fulfilling some of those elusive goals.
But it takes time.
Life coaching can be experienced on line. Skyping provides a workable mechanism in a controlled, time-saving context to embark on the pursuit of some meaningful goals under the watchful eye of a life coach.
Take the time.
Do it now.
Contact daleabarrett@gmail.com.
Today.
I know. I am.
People have things they really want to do...if they just had the time.
I know. I have to make time.
People make time for the things they really want to do.
Life coaching provides an opportunity for you to set meaningful and measurable goals, to identify critical hindrances, and, through a comprehensive plan, accountability, and encouragement, to actually move forward to fulfilling some of those elusive goals.
But it takes time.
Life coaching can be experienced on line. Skyping provides a workable mechanism in a controlled, time-saving context to embark on the pursuit of some meaningful goals under the watchful eye of a life coach.
Take the time.
Do it now.
Contact daleabarrett@gmail.com.
Today.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The Importance of Perspective
A single isolated act can be a dangerous trigger for change.
I know that personally. An extended time of productive experience could potentially be undermined by a single act, a solitary decision.
If I let it.
I will not. A reflective view of history reminds me of the multiple benefits and blessings I've received in this setting. Kindness, love and support have been offered without solicitation. I have been the recipient of much mercy and grace.
What is required is perspective. What is the larger picture? What has been the general modus operandi in my experience here? Are there factors of which I may not be aware that could have been a catalyst for such a decision?
Singular events can make you feel like quitting.
Perspective--the broader picture--can save you from sudden change and concomitant bitterness.
Stay the course. Don't pull the trigger.
I know that personally. An extended time of productive experience could potentially be undermined by a single act, a solitary decision.
If I let it.
I will not. A reflective view of history reminds me of the multiple benefits and blessings I've received in this setting. Kindness, love and support have been offered without solicitation. I have been the recipient of much mercy and grace.
What is required is perspective. What is the larger picture? What has been the general modus operandi in my experience here? Are there factors of which I may not be aware that could have been a catalyst for such a decision?
Singular events can make you feel like quitting.
Perspective--the broader picture--can save you from sudden change and concomitant bitterness.
Stay the course. Don't pull the trigger.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The Fine Art of Relaxing
For some of us, relaxing is a guilt trip. Motivated and compelled to work and be productive,m anything short of that feels wrong.
I am in the middle of a two week vacation in Arizona, watching my beloved San Francisco Giants in spring training and 80 degree weather. This would seem like a perfect environment for relaxation.
And it is. Except for my brain which remains in work mode. I have to be intentional to and set boundaries for myself or I will be subconsciously swept into a labyrinth of work-related concerns.
Each morning to a relaxed time with my wife of visiting, doing our devotions together--we do this at home, but the pace here is much more subdued. Each morning we take an hour hike--one morning we were out for two and a half hours climbing a mountain!--and this is a time for us to view the beauty of the desert, an acquired taste we have developed over the last 6-7 years,
I have my I-Phone with me at all times. My world is carried on this small magical portable computer. Sadly, I am a creature of habit and I find myself reaching for it throughout the day to catch up on news, contacts, sports scores, work-related concerns (my staff at home work to shield me from these), and family updates. With eleven grandchildren, there is always something new to know about their personal worlds.
In the evenings my mind defaults to work mode, and so I have to "busy" myself with games, conversations (we are traveling with some very close friends), and an occasional television show like American idol (I know...it's crazy!)
We will be home in a week and the temptation is to begin to transition already into work mode, i.e. What do I have waiting for me? What work projects need to be tackled?
Et cetera
But I am relaxing. And loving it.
It is a fine art I want to learn to incorporate into my regular life.
I am open to advice on how to do that more effectively as the allure of semi-retirement awaits me!
I am in the middle of a two week vacation in Arizona, watching my beloved San Francisco Giants in spring training and 80 degree weather. This would seem like a perfect environment for relaxation.
And it is. Except for my brain which remains in work mode. I have to be intentional to and set boundaries for myself or I will be subconsciously swept into a labyrinth of work-related concerns.
Each morning to a relaxed time with my wife of visiting, doing our devotions together--we do this at home, but the pace here is much more subdued. Each morning we take an hour hike--one morning we were out for two and a half hours climbing a mountain!--and this is a time for us to view the beauty of the desert, an acquired taste we have developed over the last 6-7 years,
I have my I-Phone with me at all times. My world is carried on this small magical portable computer. Sadly, I am a creature of habit and I find myself reaching for it throughout the day to catch up on news, contacts, sports scores, work-related concerns (my staff at home work to shield me from these), and family updates. With eleven grandchildren, there is always something new to know about their personal worlds.
In the evenings my mind defaults to work mode, and so I have to "busy" myself with games, conversations (we are traveling with some very close friends), and an occasional television show like American idol (I know...it's crazy!)
We will be home in a week and the temptation is to begin to transition already into work mode, i.e. What do I have waiting for me? What work projects need to be tackled?
Et cetera
But I am relaxing. And loving it.
It is a fine art I want to learn to incorporate into my regular life.
I am open to advice on how to do that more effectively as the allure of semi-retirement awaits me!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Decompressing
I recently left on a twenty-one day trip, focusing on Spring Training for the SF Giants in Scottsdale, Arizona. Joined by our friends, Jerry and Sue, we left Sunday after church and arrived here Tuesday evening.
Tired and up tight.
It takes me awhile to unwind and to decompress. There us a interim period of time where I am putting all my work and worry aside--intentionally--and setting my mind on rest and relaxation.
Usually, arriving at that place requires a dismissal of pseudo guilt (I'm abandoning my work!), .a denial of my messianic complex (How will they survive without me?) and a detour from my penchant for being a workaholic (Where's my IPhone?).
Thankfully, my wife willingly assists me in this process!
So here's the deal. I am going to five Giants' games in two weeks.
But, I am sleeping in, taking long hikes, relaxing with a book, sharing extended devotional time every morning with Beverly, playing an assortment of games with our friends,, sight-seeing...etc.
Decompressing!
Tired and up tight.
It takes me awhile to unwind and to decompress. There us a interim period of time where I am putting all my work and worry aside--intentionally--and setting my mind on rest and relaxation.
Usually, arriving at that place requires a dismissal of pseudo guilt (I'm abandoning my work!), .a denial of my messianic complex (How will they survive without me?) and a detour from my penchant for being a workaholic (Where's my IPhone?).
Thankfully, my wife willingly assists me in this process!
So here's the deal. I am going to five Giants' games in two weeks.
But, I am sleeping in, taking long hikes, relaxing with a book, sharing extended devotional time every morning with Beverly, playing an assortment of games with our friends,, sight-seeing...etc.
Decompressing!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Making time for what matters most
We are busy.
Sometimes we are busy because it is simply what others expect us to be. Caught up in the delusion that our value is determined by what others think of us, we are work at a frenzied pace to gain their approval.
Sometimes we are busy because we are busy. We have a regular regimen of responsibility that is enough for us but, then, there are those unpredictable things that invade our time and space that require our attention as well. we find ourselves unwittingly buried underneath an avalanche of unplanned responsibilities.
How do we navigate through such times of heightened activity and blatant busy-ness? Where do we find time for the things that really matter?
I can talk about that as a "victim" of a hectic schedule made more unmanageable by my unwise decisions and unclear priorities. Here are some suggestions that I'm trying to implement to make time for what matters most.
1. Priortize what needs to be done today. This requires meaningful life goals (life-coaching can help you with this) that will help you set appropriate boundaries. This is bringing the short term demands in alliance with the long term directions you've chosen for yourself.
2. Practice saying "no". This simple word will help you close the door on unwelcome and unnecessary intruders that would rob you of time and energy.
3. Pace yourself. Allow yourself enough time to do what you need to do with the excellence that will give you a sense of satisfaction when you have completed the task.
4. Protect yourself from feelings of guilt. Identify the things that make you want to say "yes" begrudgingly when you recognize you should say "no". I have had to word to rid myself of an arropgant messianic complex that has deluded me into thinking I can fix everything!
5. Plan time for yourself. Write it into your schedule, or, it will never happen. A rested "you" will make all of your appointments potentially more productive and all of your relationships potentially more meaningful.
It's all right to be busy...but not at the expense of missing what matters most.
Sometimes we are busy because it is simply what others expect us to be. Caught up in the delusion that our value is determined by what others think of us, we are work at a frenzied pace to gain their approval.
Sometimes we are busy because we are busy. We have a regular regimen of responsibility that is enough for us but, then, there are those unpredictable things that invade our time and space that require our attention as well. we find ourselves unwittingly buried underneath an avalanche of unplanned responsibilities.
How do we navigate through such times of heightened activity and blatant busy-ness? Where do we find time for the things that really matter?
I can talk about that as a "victim" of a hectic schedule made more unmanageable by my unwise decisions and unclear priorities. Here are some suggestions that I'm trying to implement to make time for what matters most.
1. Priortize what needs to be done today. This requires meaningful life goals (life-coaching can help you with this) that will help you set appropriate boundaries. This is bringing the short term demands in alliance with the long term directions you've chosen for yourself.
2. Practice saying "no". This simple word will help you close the door on unwelcome and unnecessary intruders that would rob you of time and energy.
3. Pace yourself. Allow yourself enough time to do what you need to do with the excellence that will give you a sense of satisfaction when you have completed the task.
4. Protect yourself from feelings of guilt. Identify the things that make you want to say "yes" begrudgingly when you recognize you should say "no". I have had to word to rid myself of an arropgant messianic complex that has deluded me into thinking I can fix everything!
5. Plan time for yourself. Write it into your schedule, or, it will never happen. A rested "you" will make all of your appointments potentially more productive and all of your relationships potentially more meaningful.
It's all right to be busy...but not at the expense of missing what matters most.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Advcocating for Yourself--right or wrong?
Advocating for myself is not one of my strengths.
I don't want you to assume an extraordinary sense of personal humility for me. On the contrary, I can advocate for myself pretty passionately...inwardly.
But I struggle with the legitimacy of doing that publicly, especially as a man imperfectly aspiring to be a servant of God in the pastoral ministry.
Now I am facing retirement, looking for new places of ministry and service. And wondering how much to advocate for myself.
There are several good friends of mine who actively and aggressively challenge me to not be reluctant about "selling myself" in asking for reimbursement and compensation--a difficult task for me. They have, in fact, advocated in my behalf--a humbling gift for which I am thankful.
I have a missionary friend who refuses to ask for himself, but is reluctantly willing to let me (or others) ask for him. I understand that in the context of my own current situation/. He points to Paul who never asked for himself but asked for others.
I like asking for others. One of the opportunities I have considered requires that I raise my own support--immediately subconsciously pre-empting that job from consideration given my mindset. My point of possible re-evaluation is that I would be raising funds for the ministry of which my compensation is a part.
A technicality?
Probably.
Here's the deal. In ministry, we testify that God has called us, and because of that we trust that He will provide for us. I firmly believe that and have sought to live with that in mind.
However, I am confident that even though God will provide it is important for me to step out and follow His leading, walk through the doors He may be opening, and be willing to identify the gifts He has given me, and when asked, share what I need to provide for my family.
I guess that's advocating for myself.
I've decided I can do that, while not compromising my confidence in God and with the certainty that He will meet my needs...as He always has!
I don't want you to assume an extraordinary sense of personal humility for me. On the contrary, I can advocate for myself pretty passionately...inwardly.
But I struggle with the legitimacy of doing that publicly, especially as a man imperfectly aspiring to be a servant of God in the pastoral ministry.
Now I am facing retirement, looking for new places of ministry and service. And wondering how much to advocate for myself.
There are several good friends of mine who actively and aggressively challenge me to not be reluctant about "selling myself" in asking for reimbursement and compensation--a difficult task for me. They have, in fact, advocated in my behalf--a humbling gift for which I am thankful.
I have a missionary friend who refuses to ask for himself, but is reluctantly willing to let me (or others) ask for him. I understand that in the context of my own current situation/. He points to Paul who never asked for himself but asked for others.
I like asking for others. One of the opportunities I have considered requires that I raise my own support--immediately subconsciously pre-empting that job from consideration given my mindset. My point of possible re-evaluation is that I would be raising funds for the ministry of which my compensation is a part.
A technicality?
Probably.
Here's the deal. In ministry, we testify that God has called us, and because of that we trust that He will provide for us. I firmly believe that and have sought to live with that in mind.
However, I am confident that even though God will provide it is important for me to step out and follow His leading, walk through the doors He may be opening, and be willing to identify the gifts He has given me, and when asked, share what I need to provide for my family.
I guess that's advocating for myself.
I've decided I can do that, while not compromising my confidence in God and with the certainty that He will meet my needs...as He always has!
Monday, February 13, 2012
The "Demons" of Uncertainty
I like order and regimen. I thrive in an environment of structure and predictability.
I'm a minister, however, and everything about my life demands spontanaiety--crisis and response tops the list. Inevitably, my best-laid plans falls prey to the tyranny of the urgent. I am learning to set boundaries for myself (more on that later) or else I would disappear into a sea of chaos!
I face alot of uncertainty each day--and especially now, as I contemplate transition. Let me share some of the "demons" I associate with this season of my life.
U-nclear time constraints--I'm unsure what's going to happen will happen.
N-ebulous details--I don't have enough information to make definitive plans.
C-alculated risks--I waffle at the thought of facing unknown challenges.
E-mpty places--I have gaps in my life unfulfilled in transition.
R-eflective grief--I look back and imagine what I could have done differently.
T-entative concentration--I allow my mind to wander into areas of non-productive worry
A-ssumed expectations--I make myself "crazy" wondering what might be expected of me.
I-nterrupted communication--I'm used to staying "in touch"; not everyone else feels the same need!
N-egative energy--I spend too much time fanatasizing about what may never happen.
T-rust deficit--I forget to focus on the promsies of God's Word.
Y-ielded faith--I walk in my own limited knowledge, compromising my professed faith in God.
What a mmiserable guy I can become in a matter of moments if I allow thre avalanche of ucnertainty to bury me! Here's a familiar word of counsel from the Bible.
Or, we can arm ourselves with trust and faith in God who promsies to mae our paths "straight", even when we can't see what lies ahead.
I'm a minister, however, and everything about my life demands spontanaiety--crisis and response tops the list. Inevitably, my best-laid plans falls prey to the tyranny of the urgent. I am learning to set boundaries for myself (more on that later) or else I would disappear into a sea of chaos!
I face alot of uncertainty each day--and especially now, as I contemplate transition. Let me share some of the "demons" I associate with this season of my life.
U-nclear time constraints--I'm unsure what's going to happen will happen.
N-ebulous details--I don't have enough information to make definitive plans.
C-alculated risks--I waffle at the thought of facing unknown challenges.
E-mpty places--I have gaps in my life unfulfilled in transition.
R-eflective grief--I look back and imagine what I could have done differently.
T-entative concentration--I allow my mind to wander into areas of non-productive worry
A-ssumed expectations--I make myself "crazy" wondering what might be expected of me.
I-nterrupted communication--I'm used to staying "in touch"; not everyone else feels the same need!
N-egative energy--I spend too much time fanatasizing about what may never happen.
T-rust deficit--I forget to focus on the promsies of God's Word.
Y-ielded faith--I walk in my own limited knowledge, compromising my professed faith in God.
What a mmiserable guy I can become in a matter of moments if I allow thre avalanche of ucnertainty to bury me! Here's a familiar word of counsel from the Bible.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight"
Proverbs 3:5,6 (NIV)
Uncertainty is a certainty. As we face the challenges of ech new days we must realize we cannot controil what happens; we can only control how we respond to each new situation. The "demons" of uncertainty may seek to haunt us--and unprepared we could easily succumb to their potential paralyzing fear.Or, we can arm ourselves with trust and faith in God who promsies to mae our paths "straight", even when we can't see what lies ahead.
Monday, January 30, 2012
I need a jump start
More than once I've gone to my garage and found the car battery dead because I left something on overnight. Fortunately, I can jump start the battery through the magic of a portable unit by simply hooking up, and in a matter of minutes I'm good to go.
So maybe we can "hook up" today and jump start you towards reaching some meaningful goals in 2012. Let me anticipate a few alibis forming subconsciously in your mind...
"A month has already come and gone and I haven't even taken the first step!"
"I've been here before, and it always ends up the same."
"I don't even have enough time to even think about goals."
"So who's going to hold me accountable if I get started?"
"I'm not sure I have what it takes to follow through."
Sound familiar? Are some of these words and phrases reverberating in your head? If so, join the hundreds of others like you who are stuck in a rut and uncertain what they can do--if anything--to move forward.
Let's address each potential pitfall with something positive.
"It is never too late to start something worthwhile."
:"Let's change your history; let's do what you've been unable to do before...with God's help."
"We make time for the things that are important; how important is change in your life?"
"You can find someone who will hold you accountable." ( a life coach can fill that void)
"You have what it takes...let someone help you assess your strengths and weaknesses and chart a course with you for reaching your goals."
All you need is a jump start. Let's "hook up" and get moving towards fulfilling your goals.
So maybe we can "hook up" today and jump start you towards reaching some meaningful goals in 2012. Let me anticipate a few alibis forming subconsciously in your mind...
"A month has already come and gone and I haven't even taken the first step!"
"I've been here before, and it always ends up the same."
"I don't even have enough time to even think about goals."
"So who's going to hold me accountable if I get started?"
"I'm not sure I have what it takes to follow through."
Sound familiar? Are some of these words and phrases reverberating in your head? If so, join the hundreds of others like you who are stuck in a rut and uncertain what they can do--if anything--to move forward.
Let's address each potential pitfall with something positive.
"It is never too late to start something worthwhile."
:"Let's change your history; let's do what you've been unable to do before...with God's help."
"We make time for the things that are important; how important is change in your life?"
"You can find someone who will hold you accountable." ( a life coach can fill that void)
"You have what it takes...let someone help you assess your strengths and weaknesses and chart a course with you for reaching your goals."
All you need is a jump start. Let's "hook up" and get moving towards fulfilling your goals.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Handling failure...an art form
Kyle Williams has been injured and recently came off the injury list to help the 49ers in their championship playoff game with the NY Giants last Sunday.
He probably wishes he had stayed home in bed!
Kyle made two costly errors that resulted in the Giants getting the football on the 49er 24 and 29 yard line in the last quarter and overtime, eventually handing them the three points they needed to win a narrow victory and earn a berth in the Super Bowl.
Part of big game responsibilities for both winners and losers is to face the press. For Kyle, he also had to face his coaches and team mates. He did all of this, in my humble opinion, perfectly. It was almost an art form in itself of how to respond to failure.
Kyle had an injured shoulder and refused to use it as an excuse for his costly overtime fumble. He applauded his team mates affirmation of him, and stood courageously before the press answering every question directed at him.
And he did it with integrity and dignity.
I had wondered aloud if he would ever pick up a football again. What a way to be remembered! Not one mistake...but two...and a forfeited appearance in the game of all games for any football player or fan.
Kyle Williams will play football again, and I am betting, he will play for the 49ers.
I'm guessing, at least for me, he will be remembered NOT for the two costly errors he made in a championship game, but for his courage and grace in the face of failure.
We fail, too. It is easy to fold up our tents and disappear from the scene of the "crime". It is noteworthy when we face our failures, recognize them as an inevitable part of life without making excuses, and vow to move forward to a new day, wiser for lessons learned.
It's the right way to be remembered.
He probably wishes he had stayed home in bed!
Kyle made two costly errors that resulted in the Giants getting the football on the 49er 24 and 29 yard line in the last quarter and overtime, eventually handing them the three points they needed to win a narrow victory and earn a berth in the Super Bowl.
Kyle had an injured shoulder and refused to use it as an excuse for his costly overtime fumble. He applauded his team mates affirmation of him, and stood courageously before the press answering every question directed at him.
And he did it with integrity and dignity.
I had wondered aloud if he would ever pick up a football again. What a way to be remembered! Not one mistake...but two...and a forfeited appearance in the game of all games for any football player or fan.
Kyle Williams will play football again, and I am betting, he will play for the 49ers.
I'm guessing, at least for me, he will be remembered NOT for the two costly errors he made in a championship game, but for his courage and grace in the face of failure.
We fail, too. It is easy to fold up our tents and disappear from the scene of the "crime". It is noteworthy when we face our failures, recognize them as an inevitable part of life without making excuses, and vow to move forward to a new day, wiser for lessons learned.
It's the right way to be remembered.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Appropriate Celebration
Is it okay to celebrate when we have won, achieved a goal, accomplished something significant?
Sporting events are comonly discolored by inordinate over-the-top celebrations, Following the recent 49ers impropbable comeback win over the Saints in last week's playoff game in San Francisco, the report was that there were only 29 arrests and most of them were for intoxication. The news pundits observed that this was a low number.
That in contrast to soccer (futbol) games in Europe where people have actually been trampled to death...celebrating!
There is almost a subtle suggestion among the most disciplined ("driven"?) that exulting in our successes may prohibit us from moving forward. The temptation may be to "rest on our laurels" and to abandon the quest for continuing excellence.
There is some validity to this concern. Were the 49ers to spend the weekend in drunken revelry, show up late for work on Monday and reluctantly go through the motions during this week of practice in preparation for the New York Giants, the end result on Sunday afternoon would be fairly predictable--inevitable defeat.
So here's a key word in our life pursuits--balance. Think about this.
B-e focused on your goal.
A-llow for hard work and discipline in reaching it
L-et accontability be a tool for staying on course
A-ccept occasional misteps along the way
N-ever give up or exit the pursuit
C-elebrate the reaching of the goal
E-xhale, and move forward.
If the 49ers are to win on Sunday...and celebrste on Monday...they need to put their party hats away, put their football grubbies on and do the hard work. it may result in another victory.
And another hard-earned and well-deserved celebration!
Sporting events are comonly discolored by inordinate over-the-top celebrations, Following the recent 49ers impropbable comeback win over the Saints in last week's playoff game in San Francisco, the report was that there were only 29 arrests and most of them were for intoxication. The news pundits observed that this was a low number.
That in contrast to soccer (futbol) games in Europe where people have actually been trampled to death...celebrating!
There is almost a subtle suggestion among the most disciplined ("driven"?) that exulting in our successes may prohibit us from moving forward. The temptation may be to "rest on our laurels" and to abandon the quest for continuing excellence.
There is some validity to this concern. Were the 49ers to spend the weekend in drunken revelry, show up late for work on Monday and reluctantly go through the motions during this week of practice in preparation for the New York Giants, the end result on Sunday afternoon would be fairly predictable--inevitable defeat.
So here's a key word in our life pursuits--balance. Think about this.
B-e focused on your goal.
A-llow for hard work and discipline in reaching it
L-et accontability be a tool for staying on course
A-ccept occasional misteps along the way
N-ever give up or exit the pursuit
C-elebrate the reaching of the goal
E-xhale, and move forward.
If the 49ers are to win on Sunday...and celebrste on Monday...they need to put their party hats away, put their football grubbies on and do the hard work. it may result in another victory.
And another hard-earned and well-deserved celebration!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
AFRAID TO SUCCEED?
I am a 49er fan and all year I have been surprised and supercharged by their 13-3 record and their entrance into the playoffs for the first time in ten years! Perhaps by the time you read this blog they will have made their debut and succeeded...or failed...but they will have accomplished somethings noteworthy given the preseason prognostications of the football experts this year.
As they prepare for their game Saturday I am afraid for them. They are facing a frightening opponent that has won eight games in a row--convincingly--and they are veterans of the playoff scene. In fact, I confess, I am nervous about even watching the game, a subject of interesting commentary from the rest of my family! What am I afraid of? That they will lose? Perhaps. That they will win...? Yes, that they might win, move to the next level, and lose...or win...and move all the way to the Super Bowl! And then...lose...or, win?!?
Crazy, huh?
And yet. much of our life is characterized by such thinking. If I move forward...and fail...then what? If I move forward and succeed...what, then, will be expected of me? Will I have to work harder? Will the stakes be higher? Will the possibility of failure increase exponentially? Maybe it's just safer to stay where I'm at.
Safe, semi-secure...and miserable!
I've stepped out into a new venture this year with no guarantees. Last week I was invited to appear on a small local television station to be interviewed about this venture. I hesitated--what if I develop a larger base of respondents, greater than I am equipped to handle? Then what will I do? I was afraid.
But I went on television, answered all the questions fearlessly, and thanked God for the opportunity He provided to help me move forward in the new venture upon which, I believe, He is placing His blessing. By the way, I did not solicit the television interview...they called me! Divine orchestration?
Don't be afraid...at least, don't let yourself succumb to your fears. Being careful and cautious does not equal fear. But not walking through open doors of opportunity could prevent you from enjoying the fulfillment God has in mind for you.
The 49ers may not win Saturday. But they have an opportunity for the first time in ten years to play football in January! I hope they win...but even if they don't, it will have been a successful year for a 6-10 team last year that went 13-3 this year because they believed they could achieve their goals despite the odds stacked against them.
Go 49ers!
As they prepare for their game Saturday I am afraid for them. They are facing a frightening opponent that has won eight games in a row--convincingly--and they are veterans of the playoff scene. In fact, I confess, I am nervous about even watching the game, a subject of interesting commentary from the rest of my family! What am I afraid of? That they will lose? Perhaps. That they will win...? Yes, that they might win, move to the next level, and lose...or win...and move all the way to the Super Bowl! And then...lose...or, win?!?
Crazy, huh?
And yet. much of our life is characterized by such thinking. If I move forward...and fail...then what? If I move forward and succeed...what, then, will be expected of me? Will I have to work harder? Will the stakes be higher? Will the possibility of failure increase exponentially? Maybe it's just safer to stay where I'm at.
Safe, semi-secure...and miserable!
I've stepped out into a new venture this year with no guarantees. Last week I was invited to appear on a small local television station to be interviewed about this venture. I hesitated--what if I develop a larger base of respondents, greater than I am equipped to handle? Then what will I do? I was afraid.
But I went on television, answered all the questions fearlessly, and thanked God for the opportunity He provided to help me move forward in the new venture upon which, I believe, He is placing His blessing. By the way, I did not solicit the television interview...they called me! Divine orchestration?
Don't be afraid...at least, don't let yourself succumb to your fears. Being careful and cautious does not equal fear. But not walking through open doors of opportunity could prevent you from enjoying the fulfillment God has in mind for you.
The 49ers may not win Saturday. But they have an opportunity for the first time in ten years to play football in January! I hope they win...but even if they don't, it will have been a successful year for a 6-10 team last year that went 13-3 this year because they believed they could achieve their goals despite the odds stacked against them.
Go 49ers!
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