Thoughts On Life

Nope. I didn’t misspell the word in the title. I just decided that acknowledging the ‘daze’ of life is often easier than defining or describing what’s going on these ‘days.’ One of the ways I try to stay on track in the midst of so much uncertainty, political rhetoric, slant, spin, news (fake and otherwise)…

If developing a Classic State of Mind is about anything, It’s about paying attention to the ‘big pieces’ in life. It’s about being aware of the foundations “life” rests upon. Developing a Classic State of Mind focuses attention on those foundational elements. For me, my first foundation is The Book. There are lots of books,…

I watched a young dad, harried no doubt. He rushed with a pace that made it difficult for the little ones to keep up. His gait, twice the pace of theirs. Their arms, short. Their hands, small. Twins, I suspected, about four, I suppose. And as that harried young dad hurried along, he held their…

A few years ago, now, Pastor Mike Ashcraft and writer and coach Rachel Olsen wrote a great book, “My One Word.” In that book, Rachel tells of an exercise she does the first day of every semester she teaches at her university in the course she teaches on public speaking. She has each student take…

Several years ago, now, I was asked by a pastor to write a Christmas lullaby he could use in his Christmas service. Seemed that he wanted something that would go along with the Christmas story, contain the basic elements of the story, but have it told in a sort of ‘lullaby’ that would be sung…

I noticed it, this morning. Sunrise, I mean. And I’m really glad. As the sun decided to make another grand entrance this morning, A pallet of color began to splash all over the horizon, Almost as if God had opened a new package of colored pens, Just for this occasion. And as He began His…

George Matheson could’t see with his eyes. He was blind. But he wasn’t sightless. When he penned “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go,” (which he said he completed, literally, in five minutes) he said it ‘came like a dayspring from on high.’ He wrote it on the evening of his sister’s marriage. I…

I will tell you about the day I took Jacob to the doctor.  Just he and I.  A trip from the East Bay where I lived at the time, across the Bay Bridge and into San Francisco. I drove Jacob because he didn’t see too well in those days.  He still drove himself places, occasionally….