He spent the dawn’s early light walking, thinking, wondering. He wondered why this particular message had to be so hard, so grievous. It had been months since he had stood behind a pulpit. Why couldn’t he have preached on something easier? Like love. Or faith. Or heaven. But he knew today, if he would be faithful to what was on his heart, there would be no stories about lions and lambs, lying down in sweet bliss. There would be no... Read more
My life is filled with time management tools. I have a cell phone, a Blackberry, a watch and a computer that all help to remind me of the steady march of time. And wouldn’t you know it? I’m still late for things. But the ultimate time nag is that internal clock. While it doesn’t ask for a minute-by-minute accounting of my time, it is a constant reminder of “coulda, shoulda, woulda.” People I should spend time with. Projects I should... Read more
Francis Thompson was a brilliant man. Born to successful parents, he first studied for the priesthood then later earned a medical degree. His mind was engaging and captivating. He could write the most beautiful verse that touched on heartsHe was also an opium addict. Despite his privilege, his education and his ticket to wealth, his addiction forced him to the streets and he took to selling matches and newspapers for a living. He lived in filth and destitution. He was on the... Read more
If you don’t read Ann Voskamp’s a Holy Experience, you should. If you only have time to read one blog, then quit reading this one and read hers. I’m serious. This home-schooling mother of six and Canadian farmer’s wife taps into the longings of our soul unlike few other writers. She serves with me as an editor in the High Calling network and has a book coming out this next year ( One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are)... Read more
I suffer from shiny object syndrome (SOS). I once fell down a flight of stairs because I was fidgeting with a tight buttonhole on my shirt and missed a step. And then there was the time I backed into a street light because I was looking at gleaming new car that was parked next to me. The Internet is a great place for Shiny objects. I click here. And then a blue click here appears. “Oh, pretty!”And then before you know... Read more
(I am honored to have the following featured at High Calling Blogs, found here.) It was impossible to ignore. The shrill siren blasted through the hallways and the strobe lights flashed in a dizzying display. The dreaded fire drill. Why today of all days? I was just minutes from finishing my project. Why now? I decided to take the coward’s path. I turned off my office lights and closed the door to hide from the safety captain as he swept... Read more
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake. — Victor Hugo Read more
I have two options to live my life. The first is to live it by the clock. I manage and measure my life by the externals like:* Commitments* Appointments* Schedule* Goals* Activities Another option is to live life by the compass, that is, to lead my life by such internal values like:* Calling* Vision* Values* Mission Any advice on how I can morph from living life from the clock to living life by the compass? Comment here. Please, share with a friend if... Read more
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To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given the chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy. As everyone else, I love to dunk my crust in it. But alone, it is not a diet designed to keep body and soul together. — Bette Davis, The Lonely Life, 1962 Read more
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