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.

That’s quite a hike for six in the morning.

During our trip to Haiti with Healing Haiti we did a lot of things that I’d never imagined would be on the list. One of them was a high-speed walk to church at the crack of dawn on Ash Wednesday

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

Our leader, Becky, made sure we were all appropriately attired and then we set off for the church. She neglected to mention that it was at the top of one of the highest hills in that part of Port au-Prince. And that we’d have to navigate tent cities and rough roads to get there in one piece. But we did make it.

The church is actually a large concrete slab with an enormous tent on top of it. The original structure collapsed during the earthquake in 2010 and they’re working on building a new edifice that’s more sturdy. Haiti learned a lot about how not to build during that earthquake – the lesson cost 300,000 people. Pretty steep price.

It’s often said that great churches have a great sound system. This one did – and the musicians and preachers to make it worth the effort. This was an evangelical service, just like the one I attend in the United States in many ways. People dancing, moving about with the Spirit and dropping to their knees to Praise God. I didn’t understand a lot of the words; my French and Creole aren’t strong enough to make that claim. I did, however, get the idea – God is great. And on a humid morning that was just starting to warm up we got our day started with our Haitian brothers and sisters in Christ.

The walk back to the mission house was a lot easier. Especially knowing that a giant breakfast of oatmeal, eggs, French toast, fruit and lots of coffee was waiting at the end of the descent from the hill top.

But it was the visit to the children’s hospital with the nuns of Mother Theresa that left the morning’s biggest impression. There won’t be any pictures of the event, it wasn’t a publicity gig. We went to change babies, hold babies, play with children, feed children, and be the Hands and Feet of Christ.

I’ve changed a few diapers in my time – being the oldest of four kids you learn early to help out. But it is very different when the children you’re caring for have suffered from starvation. The mortality rate for Haitian children is off the charts. Malnutrition is epic. And because these smallest of the small were recovering from a near death level of hunger they were on a special diet of eggs, proteins, and a lot of carbs. This leads to a diaper load that could be mistaken for chemical weapons in Syria. Seriously, I was looking for a mask after that first one.

And then there was another. I dodged the bullet when the third child pointed out to me had a dry well. Thank you!

Haitian children’s hospitals are not quite like the one in your city. It’s more like a hospital for infants circa 1900 in the United States. The Sisters love the children and take excellent care of them, but they are overwhelmed with the demand. The room where I spent my morning had two or three dozen cribs, end to end in rows. I worked the longest with crib 15. No names, no date of birth, just a crib number. You had to remember where you picked up your charge and make sure they got back in the right place. 

It’s more than a tough life – it’s a marginal one.

These kids had a shot at living. Most of the malnourished die when they hit this point. And that’s a lot of children in Haiti. One of our team members took a lot of grief over the feeding part of the morning because the child was so weak that it kept tipping over while my friend tried to feed a simple breakfast. We joked that a new organization was born that day: “Feed My Sleeping Children.” It would be a lot funnier if it wasn’t because the child didn’t have the energy and muscle strength to sit upright while eating.

I hadn’t thought very hard about that morning since getting back from Haiti. But I’m going to spend some time praying about those children, those nuns, and that hospital before I go to bed today. I hope you’ll take a minute and join me.
 

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It’s September 10th – again.

For those of you tuning in for a light-hearted post or a restaurant review you’re going to have to wait a day or two.

For those of you who would like to read an original short story about what I think happened on September 10th and 11th, 2012, this is the place. Once again, I have no contact with active duty intelligence sources. I gleaned all of this from the news and threw in a little bit of personal experience. Below the fold you will find the story. If you read any further you’ve been forewarned on the topic.

There is nothing classified here. I found all of this information on government websites. So, if it’s good enough for Uncle Sam to put on an official government website, I don’t think I’m giving away any secrets by using it in my story.  I’m publishing this in advance of the hearings on Wednesday because I can. I still have free speech rights. I’m also publishing it because it proves that this information is out there if the press had chosen to look for it instead of being lapdogs to the current administration. If you like what I’ve written, that’s a plus. It’s how my novels look and feel as well. If you’re easily offended, give it a pass. Continue reading