My life is fleeting before me, but I pause this morning to capture the beauty and grace before my very … Continue reading Missing the Pointe
“The River” by Garth Brooks You know a dream is like a river Ever changin’ as it flows And a … Continue reading The River
You’re into the second full week of it. A new set of ten. It’s 2011. How will this next decade define you? What about this next year?
Don’t let the opportunity of another beginning slip into the weeks and months ahead, leaving you shuddering one year from now at the could, would, and should haves of the previous year. Don’t let your dreams sleep for another 52 weeks, and God forbid, don’t let them die. You’ve been down there, Neo. You know that road. Continue reading “Get On with Yourself in Three Steps”
Last week, after a late dinner with friends, we raced outside to watch the International Space Station fly across the western sky; it took a whopping 60 seconds for the bright dot to fade out of view. Tonight, thousands of people will speckle neighborhood lawns and hilltops to witness Jupiter’s closest pass to Earth since 1963. We desire to witness the extraordinary, and we want others to see it with us. Continue reading “I Dare You to Look”
Open my eyes, open my heart,
open these hands that hold us apart
Open up a way for me to see
the grandeur of the grander scheme unfolding.
–– Out of the Grey, “Unfolding”
It’s Sunday, so I went to church. From the picture below, you could call it a Sunrise Service. It felt pretty good to be the first one in attendance for a change.
With the tough economy and low offerings, running heaters are too expensive out here, so the morning temps hovered at 40 degrees. I could’ve complained to the church leadership, but I kept my mouth shut. Continue reading “Middle Fork Church”
to secure (a rope) by attaching to a person or to an object offering stable support.
“Belay.” Def. 2b. Dictionary.com. Web. 2 Sep 2010.
In my last post (“The Crux“), I shared a story based on an afternoon of Colorado rock climbing with my two boys. I couldn’t help but think of how that experience (and rock climbing in general) parallels our own lives.
From an early age, we feel destined to conquer the world, make our dreams come true. (cue the Laverne and Shirley theme song) What did you dream about as a child? Who did you pretend to be?
But then, we grew up. Maybe we reached a goal here or realized a small dream there, or maybe none of the above. Life threw us curveballs–sometimes all at once. Sooner than expected, we faced a crux on the route. Continue reading “The Master Belayer”
a vital, basic, decisive, or pivotal point; something that torments by its puzzling nature; a perplexing difficulty.
“Crux.” Def. 1 & 3. Dictionary.com. Web. 27 Apr 2010.
“Dad, I can’t do it,” said the young boy.
“Reach your left hand about half a foot!” Dad said.
“My arms are getting tired. I’m ready to come down!”
“Buddy, you’re so close to the top! Rest on your legs for a minute.”
The boy nestled into the footholds, weighting his legs but still gripping the rock.
“You ready?” said Dad.
The afternoon wind muffled the boys response.
“What was that?” said Dad, louder this time. Continue reading “The Crux”