The Stray Dog Mentality

FullSizeRender-92016 didn’t start out with a bang for us. It started with a bark.

On January 1st my wife woke up before me to head out to the mall and do some post-Christmas shopping. Just as I was waking up and heading to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee, I saw her walk back up to the door in the garage.

She was holding something completely unexpected – a puppy.

The dog had ran out into the road as she was heading to the store. Being the incredibly kind-hearted woman she is, she pulled over to see if she could help the dog back home.

The dog had no tags, no collar and no one was outside looking for her. So Kate brought her home. Continue reading

The Gospel Of Buddy The Elf

159580-elf_6“Elf” is the best.

That’s not a controversial statement, is it? I mean, all these blog-writing sites I read tell me to write controversial posts to get more traffic.

Since “Elf” is more universally beloved than the World’s Best Cup Of Coffee, I tried to come up with an angle to tear the movie apart.

I’ve got nothing. It can’t be done. “Elf” is pretty much perfect.

Seriously – I took a girl to see “Elf” when it first came out in theaters. She didn’t like the movie. Right there I knew things would not work between us. We broke up a month later.

I watched Elf with my current girlfriend the other night. Thank God she likes it, alhough she did fall asleep watching it.

As she slept through the last 30 minutes I really took to heart the end of the movie. Continue reading

Monday Morning Music: Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise

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Everyone talks about the transition from Saturday night to Sunday morning being a daunting one. But what about Sunday morning to Monday morning?

On Sunday morning you sing of hope. On Sunday you’re surrounded by fellow believers. On Sunday your tank is recharged.

On Monday morning it can all fall apart. On Monday inbox is full of problems that just can’t wait. On Monday everything that drags you down about your job is right back in front of you. On Monday the weight of commerce brings you back down to earth.

A bit dramatic? Maybe. But for some of us it’s not that far off. Maybe to keep you with a Sunday attitude you need some Monday Morning Music.

Here’s a favorite tune of mine to get my mind right for Monday morning. It’s a song from The Avett Brothers called “Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise”. Don’t let the long title scare you off.

As the lyric goes:

Where nothing is owed, deserved, or expected,

And your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected,

If you’re loved by someone you’re never rejected,

Decide what to be, and go be it.

Whether you’re starting a new job or walking into a familiar one, make the decision this Monday to be who you were on Sunday. Be the person God already sees you as.

God sees you not as who you are, but you are becoming. He sees past your flaws. God sees you as His beloved child.

When you’re loved by Him, what does the rejection of the world matter? Instead, you are free to reject what the world offers you as a satisfactory way of life. You can release your dreams from the cage and be free to follow them.

As you start off this week it’s time to make a decision. Who will you be? Who do you want to be?

You can change your path. You can be the type of person who influences your entire office and paves a road full of promise leading back to the Creator.

Let’s do it together. Let’s keep Sunday alive on Monday.

I’d love to know – what are you facing down this Monday? How can we support each other as we do the work of a new week?

 

What Is Your Definition?

960016_10152877237925273_1466826151_nI’ve been drinking ridiculous amounts of coffee the past few weeks.

My commitments to work, family, and friends keep piling up. Blog posts don’t just magically appear. There are Arrested Development episodes to be watched. Sleep takes a backseat. Coffee becomes a fine friend.

If you had told me coffee would be my life preserver through this time a few years ago, I would have done a spit take of whatever non-coffee beverage I would have been drinking at the time.

For the first 20 or so years of my life I despised coffee. Hated the taste of it. Hated the idea of it. My parents were never java drinkers so it was never prevalent in my house.

One morning when I was in elementary school I asked if my mom could would make me a cup of coffee. I’d heard so much about these magical beans and the powerful drink they produced.

She made me a cup of strong black coffee. One sip was all I needed to know I never wanted to so much as smell coffee again. Continue reading