Thank You And Goodnight

And so it has come to this…my final post.  As they say…all good things must come to an end…and my experiences in the blogosphere has been an incredible journey.  I feel truly blessed for the friendships that have developed and the inspiration I have received from the folks I have met through this online medium.  Words cannot express how grateful I am for all of the people that took the time to stop by my little part of the world…and share my experiences in life, leadership and ministry.

It’s Still About The Starfish

I’m 42-years-old…the mid-way point…halftime…much has changed.  I have come to realize that life moves too quickly…and that you can’t have today back once it’s gone.  Each hour is precious…and each moment brings new adventure.  I finally understand the theory of relativity…that time looks different depending on your vantage point.  When I was 25-years-old life seemed to creep by…now it seems that a decade is but a blink of an eye.  I’ve done much in my life…yet still don’t feel I’ve made my mark on the world.  In the words of that great philosopher of the 20th Century Frank Sinatra, “I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king”…and yet there is still so much more that I want to do…to be…to become.  As I close this chapter in my life…I know that another chapter will begin…and things will be different on so many levels.  There is however, one thing that I’m sure will not change…my calling…my passion…that God-breathed thing that dwells within my heart…that which sustains my joy.  For me…that thing is…the starfish.

You Gotta Love That Sh*t

Curse words are just words…but oh what a tapestry of division they can weave.  Recently I was meeting in a restaurant with some other church leaders.  Sitting near us were two truck drivers that were cussing up a storm in their conversation.  In between f-words and a-words one of the guys said REAL LOUD…”you gotta love that sh*t”.   That was the final straw for one of the pastors at our table and he asked the waitress if we could move to a different location…because he was offended by the language of the men.  That’s when it hit me…some people are offended by cussing…but it’s music to my ears.  When I hear cussing…I hear people far from God.  When I hear people far from God…I hear an opportunity to make an impact for the Kingdom of God.