It’s awfully hard to pick a winner in this bunch.

I had “one of those days” a few weeks ago. By the time I was safely hidden away from all of the stupid people I could feel the fillings in my teeth melting from the pressure of me clenching my jaw.

Yes, there were multiple contestants in the local derby for the dumbest/most maladjusted twit contest. Let me run them down for you.

1. This aging relic of Woodstock was spotted raking his front lawn on a lovely spring morning. He’d rounded up all the grass clippings, leaves, broken twigs, pine needles, trash, plastic bags, and assorted flotsam from the winter and ushered it into a big pile on the curb. Instead of bagging it up or taking it to be mulched our hero was pushing it down into the storm sewer. Thanks. That ought to break down in a couple of decades with no adverse impact on the sewer system.

2. Moron #2 was doing the exact same thing as moron #1 except he was burning it in a pit in his back yard. No chance the authorities would spot that column of acrid smoke rising into the sky. I wonder how his neighbors felt about the smog that covered approximately 3 city blocks. We quit burning trash in this area in about 1968. I’m fairly sure it wasn’t a recreational burn.

3. Doofus #3 was spotted leaving the Midway Cub Foods at approximately 1945. He and his equally squalid partner in crime exited the store, pulled their shopping bags out of the cart as they were walking along and left it in the driveway of the store. The cart then rolled away and missed a parked car by inches. I complimented him on his skill set as I parked my car. Wisdom produced the proper response in him and he got in his car and drove away without a word. He’s probably wondering who the angry biker dude was and why I would say anything about his God given right to abandon his cart in the middle of the row. Best part is that he was parked two slots away from the cart storage corral.

It is at this moment when I confess that I certainly don’t always embody Christ’s love for men. I’m hard pressed when I see this sort of thing to come up with Hannibal Lecter’s love for his fellow man. Does anyone have a nice chianti?

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Master Chief’s and Mental Fortitude.

Tuesday was a strange day in several respects. Remember a week ago when it snowed a little in Minnesota? And last Saturday when it was 36 degrees when I got off work? Today it was 96. And that meant I had to clean the air conditioning system.

I will spare you the gory details, but it comes down to: “Curse those pidgeons with a thousand nuclear sunrises.” That would be coupled with: “The dining room unit fan wheel is completely caked in mold and dust. I have to scrape each of approximately 180 minature blades by hand. Please shoot me.”

I took a break from my moldy wall unit and went to get my pre-surgical physical. Seems they won’t operate on you if you’re too sick to survive. I passed. Barely. Thankfully they don’t inquire too deeply as to your character.

Three significant things happened at the clinic today. Probably most significant is that I am losing my doctor of the last few years. Dang it. She is the epitome of the doctor I want taking care of me and she has been kind, funny, tolerant, most pleasant, and professional. But she’s got some other fish to fry (low-fat oil, I’m sure). It is the loss of her patients here in Minnesota. Best wishes, Dr. Sudha Chadalawada.

One of the staff had a question for me when she found out that I write a Christian Blog (worldview, versus preaching – which explains the ABBA videos and dog stories): How do you keep your spirits up as the world circles the drain?

I had to think about that for a few minutes. The short answer is that I trust in Jesus to take care of the faithful. It’s really the only way you can cope with the current world situation. It is especially helpful to pray and reflect given the downward spiral of the moral and ethical situation in The United States of America. I have to add, however, that I am discouraged on occasion by our prospects for the future. For the first time in my life I am actually glad to be past the 1/2 way point of my time on the planet. I won’t be around to see the truly awful things that are clearly headed this way.

I will not give up the fight here on Earth, because there are still souls that need to know Jesus and be saved. But I’m settled into the idea that the “end days” foretold in The Bible are either upon us or coming rapidly. We win the battle in the end but it will be discouraging to watch evil take over in the meantime. And doesn’t it seem that way of late? Only by looking forward to our reward in Heaven can we tolerate the pain here on this planet in this life.

So the answer is: It’s in God’s hands.

The final event – well, it’s the Master Chief part of the title. And I’ve decided to save it for another post.

I hope your day is blessed with the strength that you can draw from God. Take some time today to pray, listen to Christian music, watch a family movie, pet an old dog, or just have coffee with your spouse. And I’ll catch you tomorrow.

Are you leading to your full potential?

Every person reading this blog has their own concept of what leadership consists of in life. For many people leadership is an alien concept. They have only a vague idea of what it means and no experience in exercising leadership. To them, leadership is someone “telling me what to do” or being bullied or unfairly pushed by a supervisor. Every leader is as threatening as Gunny here.

Is this leadership?

Leadership isn’t always the charming style depicted by the good Gunnery Sergeant. There are times where it works well, drives home the lesson, gets one properly motivated, and “seals the deal.” Other times the quiet leadership of doing the right thing every chance you get, of taking the hard road even when it subjects you to failure and scorn. It is the only road open to you and your conscience. Sometimes it’s dying on a cross.

All of those leadership styles are crushed by the other kind of leadership – the nonexistant kind. We are  confronted in our society by the admonition to cut corners, cheat, lie, and fabricate just to get by until the next test. We have “leaders” who really are “defeaters” and nothing else. The ones who will never admit that they can’t possibly make the right things happen (in their lights) and then blame it all on someone else. The ones who through their inaction and defeatism drag down everyone above and below them into the pit of despair. They are the ones who set the bar so low that everyone can cross over it and nobody can excel. These are also the people who stick their head in the sand when problems are brought to them in hopes that the issue will either just vanish or be unnoticed by anyone who actually is in a position to do something about it down the road.

You have to make the choice which camp you will be found in right this minute. Going foreward will you be the one quietly leading by example? Will you do the right thing regardless of the cost? Will you stand up for your people and your company? Or will you say, “I couldn’t possibly change the way things work, nobody cooperates with me when I try.” That’s not leadership, that’s bean counting.

Mirrors are tough critics. Take a look in one today and find the leader. It’s a power we all have inside ourselves. It’s a gift from God. Leading helps others find their way. So whether you’re a father who has children looking to him for guidance, a husband with a wife in need of assurance that the right path is being taken, a boss who has the guts to remedy a problem at work, or a Gunnery Sergeant who has recruits to train you need to be that leader.

Or you might be a wounded warrior who says, “I can’t ask my guys to do what I won’t.”  Sgt. 1st Class Greg Robinson is that man. One flesh leg, one prosthetic leg and all guts. He’s the first graduate of the Army Air Assault course who also happens to be a combat amputee. That’s my kind of leader.

A man above men – a Leader.

Of course if there’s nothing above that inspires you when you need to look to a leader, look to Christ. He made the toughest choice of all. And you are a part of His legacy. Look to God for ways to lead. He’ll provide.

 

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Diggin’ the Barking Queen – My Apologies to ABBA.

Over the past week my wife was out of town. That left me alone with my two hairy roomies. One hairy roomie almost never barks anymore. Why should he? He’s got Stormy to take up that “full throated cry” and do his work.

On more than one occasion I either had to laugh or lose my mind. With my knee out of service I couldn’t just walk across the yard and collar her when she drifted into “the zone” where dogs only hear their own voice and barking is everything. I chose to laugh. Except for the last morning at 0600 when she ran out and started barking at an unknown source of hatred. And then Edzell joined in from the stairs.  I had to stump out and bring them both in or risk gunfire from the neighbors.

Glaring at me for standing in her barking spot. She can’t bark if I’m blocking her and it makes her crazy.

This made me think of the perfect song for my girl: Barking Queen. The words are posted below the video. It is sung to the tune of ABBA’s Dancing Queen.

 

You can bark, you can howl, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen

Dark of night and the yard light’s on
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the bird’s music, annoying on the wing
You just seem insane
Any barking would be just fine
Night is young and the moon’s high
With a bit of bark musing, everything is fine
You’re in the mood to run
And when you get the chance…

You are the barking queen, young and sweet, only seven years
Barking queen, feel the beat from the trash can machine
You can bark, you can dive, having the time of your life
See that dog, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen

You’re a spinner, you bark your song
Leave them screaming and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood to bark
And when you get the chance…

You are the barking queen, young and sweet, only seven years
Barking queen, feel the beat from the trash can machine
You can bark, you can dive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen

Sponsorship Sunday – Week Two – Naika

During my trip to Haiti in February of 2013 I had the pleasure of getting to know the people of Healing Haiti. Part of their mission there is an orphanage known as Grace Village. It is my pleasure to present one of the children from Grace Village each week to my readership in the hope that you will take them into your heart and sponsor their care and education.

This week’s child is:

Naika-

Naika is a kind and compassionate girl who loves God with all her heart. Naika understands how important an education is to her future and truly enjoys studying and learning. In fact, Naika was hard pressed to choose her best subjects but finally determined that math, French and grammar are her favorite. Naika feels blessed to have such good meals each day, she especially likes vegetables and pasta. Naika wants to be a nurse when she finishes school so that she can help people. Naika’s prayer request is that she can be safe.

Naika came to Healing Haiti in June, 2012. Naika is an orphan, nothing is known about her parents or family.

Birth Info –

•Birthdate: Unknown
•Place of Birth: Unknown

It is my hope that one of you will find your heart touched by this child and take up a bit of Christ’s work by sponsoring them for an extended period. My wife and I are sponsoring a pair of sisters and I look at it this way – I only gave up a fast-food dinner each day to change the life of a child. Healing Haiti will do the right things for these children and I have full confidence in their work. I am not affiliated with them, they don’t endorse this blog, nothing like that at all. I just love kids (can’t be Santa and not love children) and know that Grace Village is the difference between life and death for many of these children. Please open your heart and prayerfully reflect on the opportunity God’s giving us to sponsor these children. Some of them have come out of slavery and have some of the toughest lives you could imagine prior to Grace Village.

Just click the link and it will take you directly to the page where you can sponsor this week’s child. And if God is particularly good and that child is sponsored when you get there, please grab another smiling face and change their life instead. My goal is to put Sponsorship Sunday out of business as quickly as possible and take that day off each week. Thank you. God bless you for your generosity.

Some of the finest people you’ll ever meet. The hands and feet of Christ.