As we have seen wide-spread protests in cities around our country following the death of George Floyd, what should our response be as the Christian community? I believe we need to transform the protests into a heartfelt prayer movement. “If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” (2 Chronicles 7:14). Our country needs a healing touch from heaven. This is a unique opportunity for our country. The world is watching. What will they see? I hope they will see a people united in prayer instead of widening a great divide of us vs. them.

Prayer for the Protesters
Father, I pray for those who are protesting. There is so much anger, hurt, and frustration over a long history of racial injustice and inequality. Help their petitions to be heard. Help us to be understanding. Help us to hear their stories. Help us to be able to imagine the fear, frustration, and hopelessness that is fueling this movement. Help us to address the issues which need to be addressed. I pray that You might lead young people who want to do something about these problems to address them by literally joining law enforcement as a career and become the compassionate, guardians of the peace they want to see on their streets in the future. Keep the peaceful protesters safe from any form of violence directed at them. Help them to not answer violence and hate with more of the same. Help them to honor the memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. by peaceful protests, which will carry their message with the power and authority of a righteous cause. Help them to respect lawful authority with the same respect they expect for themselves. Help them to overcome any prejudice in their hearts that they may have against the police in general, and to not give in to the small thinking that all polices officers are oppressor. Father, I pray that voices of reason will lead, without any other agenda, other than to help us grow, to be prosperous, and to become a beacon of hope for those who desire justice for all who call this great country their home.

Prayer for the Police
Father, I also offer up this prayer for the police and other law enforcement authorities. First, I pray for their safety. Keep them safe from injury. These brave men and women put their lives on the line to serve and protect us and our property every day. May they be healthy – in their bodies, minds, and spirits. May they return home after each shift to their families. I pray that you would give them patience and understanding for the people who are protesting. Give them the courage of character to not be provoked into violent reactions to the cruel, hateful actions of agitators. Help them to have great wisdom and discernment so that they might be able to detect and lawfully remove those who would cause harm to: (1) those whose aim it is to peacefully protest; (2) law enforcement officials; (3) the members of the press; (4) residents and onlookers; (5) the property and businesses in the area. Give them the strength and endurance to be guardians of the peace, for as long as these protests continue. I pray that those who harbor hate and resentment for any people group would be rooted out and removed from every department. Help them to police their own, and to help remove those who dishonor their badge. Help them to see the value and potential of every human life. Help them to apply laws equally, fairly, and with integrity. Help them to regain the respect and even admiration of their communities. Help them to be appreciated. Help them to feel appreciated. Help them to finish each shift with the pride of a job well done. Help them to receive just compensation for the difficult, demanding, and essential services they provide to us.

Prayer for Our Leaders
Father, please give our leaders the wisdom, discernment and good judgement to guide our cities, states, and this nation through this period of social unrest and turmoil. God, may great leaders arise and stand out in such a time as this. Help them to use appropriate measures to stop the lawlessness, while balancing this with respecting the rights of the people to free speech and peacefully assemble. Help them to hear and heed the voices calling for the application of equal justice for all. Help them to have solutions for the problems. Help them to have the confidence of those under their command. Help them to enforce the rule of law. Help them to have pure hearts, and to never use this crisis for making political points. Help them to give the people appropriate forums for their grievances to be heard. Help them to not accept the easy answers of political expediency. Help them to be sure due process is given to all, including suspected criminals, protesters and police. Help them to have the courage to guide those under their charge in a way that protects our citizens, our businesses, our memorials, our history, and our future.

Prayer for the Press
Father, we thank you for a free press, so that we may be informed. We pray that the members of the press would report the news objectively, and not seek to become of the object of the reporting. We pray that they would report the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I pray they would have the courage to report the things with which they philosophically disagree. I pray they would report good news, and not just sensational bad news for the purpose of ratings. I pray they would speak and act responsibly, and they would recognize the power and authority they have to shape the narrative in our nation.

Prayer for the Rest of Us
Father, I pray that each of us would seek to understand before we seek to be understood. May we seek righteousness with the same zeal, passion and fervor with which we seek to be right. May the truth be revealed and may justice be served. May we overcome any bias or prejudice in our hearts and diligently seek to become a better nation. May we pray for those in positions of authority, especially when we disagree with them. May we see the value of every human life. May we collectively mourn the death of the numerous law enforcement personnel and accord them due respect. May we have to capacity to imagine walking around in the skin of those with which we disagree. May we feel the hurt of those who are misunderstood. May we help where we can. May we overcome our emotions to think clearly and logically. May we find ways to be bridge builders instead of burning them down with inflammatory comments or actions. May we be instruments of Your peace, spreading love, and not hate.

America is far from perfect. However, I challenge you to name one other country you had rather live in. Do you think there is another country in the world that would allow protests for change the way we have? Let us discourage the destruction and disruption in our cities. Let us engage in a productive dialogue. Let us speak the truth in love, not hate. Let us work together to become better. This is the beginning of a new day. Let us show the world we are the United States of America, one nation under God, indivisible, providing liberty and justice for all.

Like many lawyers my age, I have always aspired to be the kind of attorney Atticus Finch was in the classic book, To Kill A Mockingbird.  Gregory Peck played him to perfection in the movie.  Atticus was wise.  He was moral.  He cared about his clients.  He was understanding of their diverse backgrounds and how it shaped them.  He wasn’t in the law to just make money.  He didn’t keep time sheets.  He was the epitome of the country lawyer/philosopher.  Injustice aroused his anger.  Racism and prejudice were two of the things he wanted to eliminate from the world his children would grow up in.  He was a skilled advocate for his client Tom Robinson, a black man wrongfully accused of raping a white woman.  And despite his best efforts, Tom was convicted, and subsequently killed after he escaped.  Atticus was respected by most of the community, and misunderstood by some.  He was the archetype attorney for the age before billboards, and annoying TV ads invaded our lives, forever damaging the image of the profession.  He cared more for justice than catchy jingles, and you would never have seen him advertising on the back of a city bus.

 

We have a mockingbird at our house.  It has a nest in a big shrub at the back corner of our home.  It stands guard over our deck from a dogwood tree.  I’m pretty sure it is some sort of Finch (ironically) that it tries to keep away from the leftover cat food.  Speaking of cats, it has been known to dive-bomb them if they get too close to her nest.  And it surveys its kingdom from our cupola.  When it sings, you understand the story shared by Atticus’ daughter, Scout, a/k/a Jean Louise.  “Atticus said to Jem one day, ‘I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.’ That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. ‘Your father’s right,’ she said. ‘Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.'”

 

I was out waking this Sunday morning, after having seen a second night of protests in Atlanta on TV.  I heard our mockingbird sing from its diverse repertoire.  I watched it sitting atop the Peace Dove weather vane on our cupola.  It is an exact replica of the one George Washington had at Mount Vernon.  What else would you expect at the home of a college history major, whose mediation practice is called Peace Like A River?  It was at that moment I began to wonder, what words would Atticus Finch share about the racial tensions of 2020?

 

First, I expect he would logically, but passionately explain to his children what a tragedy it was that George Floyd was senselessly killed by a policeman, a sworn peace officer, whose duty it was to serve and protect.  I think he would tell them that there was no excuse he could think of as to why it happened, and that he was glad he had not been appointed to represent the man, who had already been charged in his murder.  He would tell them that like any other defendant in America, he had a right to a trial, and that it was wrong for us to ever rush to judgement without hearing all the evidence.  He would explain that is where we get our word “prejudice,” which means to pre-judge.  I think he would tell them that based on what he had seen from the video, the policeman was probably looking at a loss of his freedom for many years, and that Mr. Floyd’s family would likely receive a large sum of money in a separate civil case.  He would tell them that our justice system has no way to adequately compensate or punish people where someone is wrongfully killed, but our system was the best anyone had come up with thus far.

 

He would tell them that too many young black men had lost their lives at the hands of law enforcement officers, and something needed to be done to stop it.  He would tell them about body camera suggestions to keep people accountable.  He would tell them that more training needed to be provided, to help the men and women in law enforcement to properly handle arrests and confrontations.  I believe he would tell them that there are bad people in every line of work, who will not do their jobs well, who will abuse their power, and who will cause harm to others.  But he would caution them that just because one person in a group commits a wrong, it would be equally wrong to lump all members of that group into the classification of “bad actors.”  Contrary to what some factions would have you believe, not all policeman are killers, just like not all young black men are thugs.  Not all whites are racist, and not all blacks are criminals.  Far from it, the vast majority of people are decent folks who want to abide by the law, want to live in peace, and want everyone to be treated fairly and equally.  He would again warn his children that to assume the worst about people different from them is unacceptable prejudice which would not be tolerated.

 

Then, I think he would remind them, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb in his skin and walk around in it.” As a mediator, myself, I could appreciate that line of thinking.  Next, I believe he would suggest they try on some different skin and walk around in it for a while.  First, he would probably insist that they wear a black man’s skin in the big city.  He would have them imagine the fear they might experience whenever they encountered a law enforcement officer, in light of other black men who had died in police custody in the past.  Then, he would have them consider what it must be like to know the history of unequal treatment under the law, as well as the daily dangers of the street where a stray bullet from gang violence might cut your life short at any moment.  He would help them consider the frustrations of unemployment, or maybe a lack of a male role model, or the love of a father in the home.  He would make sure they understood, black lives matter.

 

Then, he might have them slip on some other skin – that of a police officer.  He might have them think what it would be like to risk your life every day, at a pretty low rate of pay.  He might have them consider the lack of respect that is shown by the public they are serving because of actions that had been taken by other uniformed officers they have never even met.  He would probably have them think about what it would be like to have your split-second life or death decisions dissected with the benefit of hindsight and digital, slow-motion, instant replay.  He might have them consider the fellow officers who had lost their lives in the line of duty.  He would probably have them consider what it would feel like to watch as a mob turned over your patrol car or set it on fire. He might have them dealing with a protest, where people are cursing you, throwing things at you (including human excrement) and trying to provoke something newsworthy they can capture on a cell phone’s camera.   He would probably have them consider how hot it would be to wear full riot gear and gas masks in a deep south city when it was in the 80s.  He would be sure they understood, blue lives matter.

 

Then, I suspect he would have them try on the skin of the innocent business and building owners in the areas of the protests.  He would have them consider what it must be like to be hanging on to your solvency by a thread because of the COVID-19 pandemic and resulting closures, only to have hoodlums do great damage and loot your business.  I suspect he would have them consider the betrayal they might feel because they were a non-white entrepreneur, who took a chance putting their business in a downtown area, only to have people of their own race destroy their dream.  He would likely have them consider the hypocrisy of the people demanding justice, as they vandalize, loot, and lose all credibility with people who might otherwise be sympathetic to their cause.  He would make sure they understood, all lives and livelihoods matter.

 

He would probably tell them that it is wrong to stand by when you see an injustice and do nothing.  He would point out it was wrong that the other policemen failed to take action to intervene on behalf of George Floyd.  He would likewise point out that the peaceful protesters who stood by and did nothing while burning, looting, and vandalizing of property was taking place around were wrong too.  He would likely challenge his children to always speak up and take action where they could against such wrongs.  I expect he might share his hope that credible leaders in the black community would condemn the violence, vandalism and theft and call on cooperation from peaceful protesters to help the police bring justice for the victims of these crimes.

 

He might warn of the unforeseen ripple effects of the violence in the city streets across America.  He could point out the precarious budget shortfalls caused by the closures of businesses in recent months due to COVID-19, and how the overtime pay of extra law enforcement could lead to the bankruptcy of big cities, causing an economic spiral which could cost jobs, pensions and services.  He might predict this climate leading to the exodus of good jobs from the cities and good men from the job of being police officers.  He would likely warn of the danger of unfit men being the only ones willing to wear a police uniform, and the resulting consequences of an unending cycle of violence in war zones once known as downtown America.  He would probably observe that the statement, “No justice, no peace,” is a catchy slogan that is leading to even more injustice, which threatens to carry America into an endless, destructive escalation of the chaos and anarchy.

 

He would explain to his children that most folks had a spelling problem when it came to justice.  Too many people think it is “just us;” as in justice is for people just like us – who look like us, who think like us, who act like us, and who live like us.  But justice is supposed to be for everybody, everywhere, all the time – and especially when you are mad about an injustice which has not yet been addressed.

 

Atticus might end his message to his children today by quoting Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  Dr. King once said, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”  He also observed, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”  I think he might have them imagine Dr. King shedding a tear for his message of nonviolence being perverted and hijacked, resulting in more senseless deaths and even the burning of a church.

 

It would be hard to be Atticus Finch today.  Even our mockingbird makes me mad sometimes when it decorates our cupula with bird dropping from its perch on the Peace Dove.  If you look closely at the photo above, you can see the white splatter on what my son, Grant, nicknamed the poopula.  I just have to remind myself of the wisdom and patience of Atticus and the grace God shows all of us, His imperfect people.

 

1. Lord, I sure do miss handshakes, hugs, and huge crowds at ballgames.
2. Too much stuff makes it hard to find what you need. I know there was bug spray in my backpack somewhere.
3. When planning for the future, talk to people who have been where you want to go.
4. OK, I get our ears growing bigger as we get older so we can hear better. But what’s with this hair migration and accelerated growth in my ears and nostrils?
5. I am about to find out if grandkids really are as great as everyone says they are.
6. I wonder if there are places so remote that they are oblivious to the whole COVID-19 pandemic, and they wonder why they got a big check from the government?
7. Is there a use for old broken-down tractors other than as a front yard ornament? I bet the answer is not on Pinterest.
8. How helpful is a bright red fire hydrant by your house if the closest fire station is 30 miles away? I guess maybe they probably help with giving directions.
9. BBQ joints have the best No Smoking signs.  “No Smoking Please!!!! The only butts that are smoked in this building are pork.” – Marie’s BBQ, Heflin, AL
10. Technology on the trail is handy, especially went you want to get a group pic. I sure am glad the numbers on my smartphone screen are big, so this older hiker can see the countdown numbers for the time-delay photos.
11. The trail is much more enjoyable than a treadmill.
12. You are 90% less likely to catch COVID-19 outdoors than indoors. Direct sunlight kills the virus. Studies have shown having healthy levels of Vitamin D (which we get naturally outside) can protect patients against severe complications, including death, from COVID-19.  Get outdoors, people!

1. A simple walk in the woods with friends will do wonders for your weary soul. Sometimes we just need to do some social distancing from cities, and the rest of a scared society.
2. The COVID-19 pandemic has changed the world forever, in ways we are yet to fully comprehend.
3. There is a transition, a shift, that takes place in a man’s life in his late 50s and early 60s. As you begin to slow down, you will see things differently.  You will appreciate the contributions made in your life by those who came before you.  And you should want to have a similar positive impact in others’ lives during the fourth quarter of your time on earth.  Finish well!
4. Take some side-trails on your journey. It takes longer, but you’ll be glad you did.
5. High school graduation is a big deal at the time. The Class of 2020 can either carry the grief of their loss for the rest of their lives, or embrace the uniqueness of their experience.
6. A dreary start to your day does not mean you can’t have a bluebird day.
7. Leaders will lead. It is in their nature. You know them because you will find yourself following them – whether it is on a trail or in a trial.
8. If the first part of your journey is all uphill, the return will be much easier.
9. Generous, thoughtful people will bring refreshment to your life. Find those people and spend time with them.
10. Everyone should build a house, at least once, during their lifetime.  It is a creative act.  It is in your dream, your vision, and that is where you will spend your future.  A wise man will take heed of the wishes of his wife.
11. Comparison is the thief of joy. Don’t let the exceptional moments ruin your other experiences.
12. An understanding, thoughtful wife will make a man’s difficult work and burdens much easier.
13. A man who works within his calling in his life is a blessed man. When the work gets hard, he knows this is what he was made to do.  Purpose and passion will help you persevere.
14. We all have our areas of gifting. When those giftings are brought together on a team, the world becomes a better place.
15. Beauty MUST be pursued.
16. Don’t let the fear of potential dangers steal your opportunity for a great experience.
17. Your plans WILL sometimes be interrupted. Plan anyway.
18. Timing is a big deal. A well-timed excursion enriches your life.  I call those Mountain Laurel moments.
19. Investing in the future becomes more of a focus later in life, whether it is financial, friendships, or the next generation.
20. Write it down. We forget special memories over time, and our lives are much richer when we can relive and reflect on our life experiences.
21. Savor friendships. God puts some special people in our lives on purpose, at the right time.  Don’t get too busy to appreciate this gift God has given you.
22. Share good books with your friends. You may never know the ripple effects this may have in eternity.
23. I love spending time with history lovers.
24. Hiking is cheaper than therapy, and talking to your buds on the trail will keep you off the couch.
25. A clear mountain stream helps you see life more clearly.
26. Take pictures and share your experiences, but know there is no way to fully share an experience unless you are present in that present moment.
27. Never stop teaching others. Never stop reaching yourself.  Live a great story. There are no re-writes.
28. We spend too much of modern-day life on the pavement. You never know what awaits you on a drive down a dusty dirt road.  It is good to get off the grid. When we lose cell service, we can find ourselves.
29. All those coincidences in your life come together to shape your story because there is an amazing Author Who not only loves the character He has created, but also has a compelling theme, plot-twists, and a surprise ending in store for them.
30. Nothing tops off an outdoor outing better than BBQ and sweet tea. But when a world-wide pandemic limits your options to drive-thru, refrain from ordering ribs if you’re the one driving.

There are two special friends who will recognize the genesis of these random thoughts.  Thank you, Todd Wright and Steve Schneider, for joining me on this journey into our golden years.  Your friendship is a treasured gift from God.

 

Hiking has made me a better man. Every time I take a hike, I confront my fears: whether it is a fear of snakes, heights, failure, serious injury/death, or just the unknown. I’m not sure which of these scares me more now. But I am certain that there is less fear now than there has ever been before, and that is a good thing.

Hiking helps me prepare and build confidence in the courage that will be necessary in my future endeavors. It helps me see that I can formulate and execute a plan. It forces me to take time to reflect upon my life’s journey. It reminds me that simply starting and taking steps can take you to grand vistas. It reminds me of the power of perseverance and the satisfaction found in obstacles overcome. It helps me hear words of wisdom from the Creator of these mountains and this man.  Maybe there is a bit of Moses in all of us, mysteriously drawn to the mountains, hoping to hear from God.

Somewhere along the mountain trail a transformation always takes place in me.  As I plod upon an upward path, the poet buried deep within my soul emerges.  And he is overwhelmed with the extravagant beauty he is blessed to see.  He hears the birds as they sing, and watches them soar or simply sit on a limb overlooking the landscape.  He savors the sweet smell of the wildflowers as they colorize the canvas of this masterpiece.  He is invigorated by the fresh scent of the evergreens.  He pauses for a break at the babbling mountain brook.  He savors the flavor of the tail mix and the refreshment found in his water bottle.  He feels the renewal found in the cool mountain breeze, which welcomes him to the summit.  He is enraptured by the beauty he beholds in the sunset- an autograph of the amazing Artist Who painted this picture for His people’s pleasure.

All his senses have been engaged.  He has exercised.  He has been motivated by the mountain.  And at the end of the hike, his endorphins energize him, help him wrestle the stress from his life, and engulf him with an elusive euphoric appreciation of this gift of another good day.

Hiking is cheaper than therapy.  Many perplexing problems have been pondered along wilderness paths.  Solutions have been found on steep slopes.  Philosophies have been formed with friends and family on switchbacks, scrambles, and unstable scree.  Solo summits have resulted in silent climbs conducive to much soul searching.  When Job had questions, God used nature to provide answers during four chapters of Scripture during which He speaks in Job Chapters 38-41.  Shouldn’t we surmise there are things nature can teach us, and aid in our healing when it is the backdrop for the Lord’s longest continuous recorded discussion with man?

What is it about Caleb’s climb to capture his portion of the Promised Land in the hill country during his mid-80’s that inspires us so?  Perhaps it is that adventure knows no age limit.  Or maybe it is just the reminder that up ain’t easy – just worth it.  Mountains have been making men better for a very long time, and they will continue to do so.

Many are my memories that have been made tramping along mountain trails.  The peaks help give me perspective.  Hiking to summits help me to slow down, unplug, and live a better, simpler, more reflective life.  And from this reflection I am certain, the man who comes back down from the mountain is a better man than the one who began the journey.

Yesterday was April 20, or 4/20.  It almost slipped by me without me realizing this was a day celebrated by many people as a Worldwide Weed Day.  As I noted the date on my computer’s calendar, I contemplated the significance of the day.  I smiled as I remembered an adventure before the adventure just a few years earlier.

It was in August of 2017.  I had been invited to join Ken Sande, the founder of Peacemaker Ministries and current leader of Relational Wisdom 360, along with 30 other Christian Conciliators from around the country at a retreat outside Colorado Springs.  Whenever I go to Colorado, I try to build in time at the end of the trip for a hike up a 14,000-foot-high summit (referred to as a 14er).  As a part of my trying new things mindset, I had been booking stays through Airbnbs in recent years.  I found one that met all my criteria: It was close to the hike (6 miles away), it had a 5-star rating, and it was reasonably priced.  So, I booked it.  But as I started to print out the confirmation, I noticed it said, “420 OK Mountain Getaway.”  What was the 420 reference?  I’m a lawyer; I do research for a living, so you guessed it … I googled 420.

I quickly learned that in the cannabis culture, 420 was a code for marijuana or smoking marijuana.  According to Ryan Grim, “The origin of the term 420, celebrated around the world by pot smokers every April 20, has long been obscured by the clouded memories of the folks who made it a phenomenon.” The various stories related to the roots of 420 are: (1) It was the police code in California for marijuana smoking in progress; (2) 4/20 @ 4:20 PM was on a flyer for an outdoor pot party before a Grateful Dead concert in California in 1990; and (3) a group of five San Rafael High School friends known as the Waldos – by virtue of their chosen hang-out spot, a wall outside the school – coined the term in 1971.

Now I knew what to expect in my “420 OK Mountain Getaway.”  I started to cancel and re-book somewhere else, but then I thought, “No, this could be the adventure before the adventure.”  I sent a message to the owner saying I was coming to Colorado for a Christian Conciliators’ conference, and his place looked like a great base camp for my hike up Mt. Democrat afterwards.

It certainly was an adventure before the adventure.  I heard my host’s story.  Not only was he welcoming to the use of marijuana on his property, but his whole bottom floor was a greenhouse for the growth of Colorado’s newly legalized cash crop.  He was a licensed grower who did Cannabis oils.  He told me, “I didn’t know what to expect [based on my earlier message to him].  My neighbor is a fundamentalist Christian and he hates me!”  I told him, I don’t hate you and Jesus doesn’t either.   As we talked more, I learned he had a serious Father wound (and mother) with them both dying at an early age from drug overdoses.  He was raised by a Christian grandmother, but then he was hurt in church and never went back.  We had interesting discussions about the public policy behind Colorado’s legalization of marijuana.  He cooked me a great meal (he had been a chef at a 5-star restaurant in Breckenridge before he started his marijuana business and Airbnb enterprise).  I declined the pot-laced rice crispy treat he offered for dessert, and I retired for the evening.

As I entered my bathroom, I was greeted by a big green marijuana plant on the vanity (see photo above).  It was literally a potted pot plant.  There was also a bar of green soap, which I am sure was cannabis-infused.  I went to bed.  I had a restful night’s sleep, before I awakened before daybreak to begin the next leg of my adventure – the ascent of Mt. Democrat.  Now, that, my friends, is my kind of Rocky Mountain high!  And mountain top highs don’t give you the munchies.

 

 

 

 

 

It was early one Sunday morning.  My body clock awakened me before daybreak.  As I entered my study with my second cup of coffee, I glanced toward the coat rack in the corner of the room and observed two backpacks and a brief case in the floor.  Yes, those are symbols of the life I have lived – in trials and on trails. On my desk, I observe books which have not found their way to the overcrowded shelves, or into one of the small mountains of books stacked by the bookcase.  Some I have finished reading, and I smile as I consider how these old friends have shared their wisdom, entertainment, adventures and reflections with me.  Some are relatively new acquaintances.  I am just beginning to get to know the author of Desert Solitaire, who writes about his time in Arches National Park.  We have a common experience in Arches.  I went there in 2015 with my son, Grant, for one of our last father/son adventure trips before he became a full-time missionary in the Middle East.  It is hard for me to believe it has been nearly five years since we took in that scenery.  But I double checked the date as I visited my computer’s photo file titled UtahRocks.  The photos on my computer are a pictorial journal of the many journeys and the joys I have experienced over these 61 ½ years as I have explored both courtrooms and canyons.

It seems appropriate that as I put my AirPod Pro ear buds in place that I select Bethel’s instrumental album, After All These Years, as the soundtrack for today’s reflections.  And as I type these words, my mind decides to take a detour off the main trail to contemplate why we still call them albums.  I must be an old guy.  I have seen albums.  I actually have played them.  I have experienced the evolution from albums to 8 tracks, from 8 tracks to cassette tapes, from cassette tapes to compact discs a/k/a CDs, from CDs to the digital format of MP3s.  In my lifetime I have seen Walkmans become obsolete and fall victim to Steve Job’s 1000 songs in your pocket iPod.  And then even that was not enough.

The music then merged onto our mobile phones along with GPS, Google, email, Kindle, calendars, calculators, cameras, clocks, stocks, photos, the news, weather, Amazon, Airbnb, Audible, Facebook, Facetime, flashlights, Podcasts, reminders, notes, TV, health apps,  AARP Now, Blue Letter Bible, a bubble level, ESPN, Instagram, Lifelock, LinkedIn, Messenger, GoToMeeting, MarcoPolo, Uber, Twitter, Alamo, Southwest, Delta, and Pause (which I never seem to find time to use, but greatly need).

There is much more connectivity found on my phone but I am embarrassed to keep going, and my coffee has gotten cold.  These thoughts on technology will be continued.  But for now, the thunder outside reminds me that as winter’s cold resists the change of spring, with its warmer breezes, there will be storms.  The change will come, as it always has.  Flowers will bloom.  Old, dead limbs will fall.  The grass will grow and become greener.  And people will walk right by…too busy to notice as they stare at the screen in their hands.  I wonder if they ever consider the power of the tiny computer in their hands.  Not only does it have more computing power than all of NASA in 1969, when we sent men to the moon, but it also has the power to distract us while we are driving…and perhaps even more dangerous – while we are living.

I just remembered something important.  I need to add something to my reminder app on my phone.  I placed a new item at the bottom of the reminder list which will remain throughout my lifetime: “Live Life – Live a great story, and don’t forget to unplug periodically.”

 

If I say the month of “March,” what pops into your mind? Is it March Madness? Or maybe the Ides of March? What about St. Patrick’s Day or the beginning of spring? Did you know the name, March, came from the Roman god of war, Mars?
Where did that old saying about March coming in like a lion and goes out like a lamb come from? Is it a contrast between the winds of change and the calm, mild weather coming at the end of the month?

Will our word associations relating to March change after 2020? Will we forever link words and phrases like COVID-19, pandemic, social distancing and flatten the curve to the third month on our calendar? Will it be the month the handshake died and was replaced by fist-bumps? Will it be the month the telecommuting movement took off? Will it be the time we realized that we could survive without our favorite sports being played? Will it be when we recognize the unsung heroes in the field of healthcare, who risk their health and their lives every day to heal the sick and afflicted?

Will March be a time a very divided United States of America decided to set partisan politics aside and work and pray together for the good of the country? Will it be a time remembered for the selfish stockpiling to toilet paper and hand sanitizer or selfless service to others? Will it be when we suddenly realize how wise our mothers were to tell us to wash our hands…with soap? Will we recognize how important that last one is because we cannot stop touching our faces?

Will it be the month that kicked off a great recession or a revival…or both? Will it be a time when we finally begin to prioritize the really important things in our lives? Will it be the season when the masses came to the realization of what a blessing it is to be able to go to work, to have their health, and to gather together for fellowship? Will it mark a time when we told our family members how much we loved them as often as we should? Will it be when people who only live for the present begin to ponder eternity and where they will spend it? Will we get mad at God for disrupting our plans, or will we praise Him for this unexpected plot twist and His better plan, which we would not have otherwise considered?

Will you ask even better questions about this month? And will you have answers to those questions which you will be proud to share with others in the years to come? Will we be reminiscing about this time someday in the future like the old-timers did about the Great Depression? Or will we even live to be old-timers? Will we live fearlessly with enough wisdom to avoid dying foolishly?

Will our world be a better, kinder place this time next year, and if so, how will we contribute to that happening?

What are some of your March musings?

One of my son’s high school friends once shared a piece of advice I have never forgotten.  “About 90% of your computer problems can be solved with a simple reboot.”  It works!  So why can’t the same thing apply to our lives?  What if we simple took a little time and rebooted our lives.  That is the opportunity that we have as this year comes to a close, and we begin a New Year.

Each year, New Year’s resolutions are rarely kept and goals are often forgotten.  Each New Year, 50% of resolution makers will fail by the end of January. We set “to do” goals instead of “to be” goals.

This approach ignores the most important part of life change: the heart.  Todd Wright, my pastor at Midway Church, has often said, “If you always do what you’ve always done you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”

What if you selected a word theme for the year?  Narrow your focus, because less is best.  One word is sticky and memorable.  It stretches us in all six dimensions of life: spiritual, physical, mental, relational, emotional and financial.

Words are powerful.  They have the power to inspire, encourage, appreciate, heal, and turn the impossible into the possible.  “When you find your word for the year, it will change the way you think, the words you speak, the attitudes of your heart, your relationships, and even your actions.”  You tend to see what you look for in life.  When Ashton bought her new Honda CRV a couple of years ago, Terri and I started noticing Honda CRVs everywhere.  When you look for the good in people, you tend to see it and is likewise with the bad.  When you select a word, you will tend to see it more often in your life.

I have done this now for several years now.  In 2016, my word was “prepare.”  In 2017, God gave me two words, “good” for the first half and “joy” for the second.  In 2018, my word for the first half was “dreams” and the second half it was “invest.”  For 2019, my word was “adventure.”  And for 2020, my word is “blessed.”

One word is powerful and simple. “Simplicity, done right, will always bring impact…  One word, when shared with others, creates powerful relationships.  When those closest to you know your one word, you can count of them sharpening, challenging and stretching you to new heights.” One Word That Will Change Your Life

For more information about how to go about discovering your one word, go to: http://getoneword.com/audiocast/

For 2020, I have gone one step further.  In addition to finding my one word, which was “blessed,” I have compiled a soundtrack for 2020 which contains songs with the theme of blessed.  Here is the “title track” for my 2020 soundtrack: Goodness of God, by Bethel Music.  Enjoy! Goodness of God 

 

Last year, I set a number of goals for 2019.  In reviewing that list, I met and exceeded most of those goals.  There are only a few that are carrying over into 2020. Some of those goals were professional, some were financial, some were spiritual, some were relational, some were health-related, and others were recreational.

I find that achieving some of my recreational goals really encourage me in my other areas where I have set goals.  One of my recreational goals was to hike up Mount Lincoln to its 14,286 foot summit near Alma, Colorado.  On 8/25/19, I achieved that goal, despite my hiking partner having to sit out the hike due to altitude sickness and the 20-30 MPH bone-chilling winds I encountered from the time I reached the ridge-line trail from the saddle of the mountain.  There will always be obstacles to overcome and excuses to quit as you pursue your goals.  I think I love hiking up high, hard mountains because it is a great reminder of what you can accomplish in life if you are persistent, are willing to take the first step, and then the next, and repeat until the goal is reached. This was my fifth 14er, and my first upon reaching age 60.  I don’t know how many more 14ers I have in me, but I do know I’ve got a lot of goals left to pursue.

Former football coach Lou Holtz said, “If you’re bored with life – you don’t get up every morning with a burning desire to do things – you don’t have enough goals.”  You will never achieve nor surpass the goals you don’t set.  The reason many people don’t accomplish very much in life is because they fail to set goals.  Goals cause us to focus.  Goals give us direction.  Goals cause us to press on thru difficulty and obstacles.  When we accomplish goals, we are inspired and encouraged to take on more difficult goals.  And when those goals are inspired by God, they can change the world (and at the same time change us).

The apostle Paul was a goal-setter: “One thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 3:13-14).  Look at everything he accomplished in his life.  Missionary, church planter, evangelist, writer – wouldn’t you like to see one of his “To Do Lists” for a typical day?

Hiking up a mountain will help you with goal-setting.  A mountain climber, Jochen Hemmleb, once said, “A climb has a beginning, a middle, and an end.  It has a clear purpose – getting to the summit and dealing with the intricacies of the route and the sense of exposure – and it has a clear outcome – you reach the summit or you do not. It is not vague or uncertain or equivocal, like so much of modern life…Nothing epitomizes the idea of accomplishment and satisfaction one gets from it better than climbing to the top of the mountain.”

Each of us has mountains in their lives.  Sometimes we choose the mountain; but sometimes the mountain chooses us.  Some people see a mountain and they see only an inconvenience. But I have adopted G.K. Chesterton’s outlook, “An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered; an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered.”   Every mountain we encounter gives us a goal – get to the top.  So, as that great philosopher Theodore S. Geisel, a/k/a Dr. Seuss once said, “Today is your day!  Your mountain is waiting.  So…get on your way.”

And here are a few more of my favorite thoughts about goals.

 

”If you want to be happy, set a goal that commands your thoughts, liberates your energy and inspires your hopes.” – Andrew Carnegie

 

“Goals make it possible for you to always know where you’re going.  With them, you will be able to fulfill your purpose in life and live your dreams.” – John Maxwell

 

“Crystallize your goals. Make a plan for achieving them and set yourself a deadline. Then, with supreme confidence, determination and disregard for obstacles and other people’s criticisms, carry out your plan.” – Paul Meyer
“You don’t have to be a fantastic hero to do certain things – to compete. You can be just an ordinary chap, sufficiently motivated to reach challenging goals.” – Sir Edmund Hillary (first man to summit Mt. Everest)

“Man is a goal seeking animal. His life only has meaning if he is reaching out and striving for his goals.” – Aristotle

“If you have a goal in life that takes a lot of energy, that requires a lot of work, that incurs a great deal of interest and that is a challenge to you, you will always look forward to waking up to see what the new day brings.” – Susan Polis Schultz

“The tragedy of life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goals to reach.” – Benjamin Mays

“Goals determine what you’re going to be.” – Julius Erving (Basketball player a/k/a “Doctor J”)

“Your goals are the road maps that guide you and show you what is possible for your life.” – Les Brown

“First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.” – Epictetus

“Most people overestimate what they can do in one year and underestimate what they can do in ten years.” – Bill Gates

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” – Zig Ziglar

What are some of your favorite thoughts about goals?  What are some of your goals for 2020 or the new decade?