Yes, It is here. Finally after years of not sending Christmas Cards, I am going to be bold enough to think I can write a weekly blog. Ha! Take that proven track record. I am not going to be bound by the past! Fifty seven years and nine children later is worth something right? Let’s see what we can learn together.
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I jump in with both feet. I had driven an hour in DC traffic to Virginia to bring seven of my nine children to this “communications conference” for students. They were 17, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8 and one in the stroller. I’d left the other two behind at home. I really only went because someone with amazing kids had highly recommended it as a don’t-miss event. That was enough for me… Registering that many…
Leave a CommentPush through the ugly… Wow how could four little words resonate so instantly with me? This I know from 56 years of living, 28 years of marriage, 11 siblings, 9 kids, 2 cancers and beyond – any worthy fruit worth having is going to take lots of toil. The more valuable the fruit the more effort and expense of energy and emotion. NEWS FLASH: We KNOW this already. So why do we faint when it…
Leave a CommentRemember the TV show “cheers”? Where everybody knows your name? Here are some lyrics to the theme song to consider: Be glad there’s one place in the world Where everybody knows your name, And they’re always glad you came; You want to go where people know, People are all the same; You want to go where everybody knows your name. Although this post refers to the work I do in ICC, mentoring Christians to lead,…
Leave a CommentI serve a global community where we help students get ready to speak. One way that takes shape is when students speak on public platforms we track. I’m often asked, “Does that count?”. When I reflect on my response to a specific line of thinking in my community that asks the question, I want to answer in a way that can be applied to a broader audience. We all ask in many places in our…
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A poem composed for Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus Blind to Death by Andrew Gunther The ploughman bends to his work, quiet and alone high above the shining sea, close to the view, close to the loam. The fisherman bends to his work, waiting for a catch, while a ship with starched white sails a brisk breeze waits to snatch. The ploughman, fisher, starched-sail ship, bend away the eye from a feathered son,…
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