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The mixed emotions we have for the New Year

The eve of the New Year brings deep emotional responses for many of us.  Although the sun will rise tomorrow as it did yesterday, the last day of the year feels like a bridge – a transition from one place to another.   New Year’s Eve brings a combination of melancholy and anticipation, sadness and joy, a strange mix of emotions we perhaps find unsettling.   I believe we should embrace these feelings, and allow them to work their cleansing of our soul.

Sadness is not a negative emotion.  When we allow it to overstay its purpose it can be debilitating, but if we allow it to do its work, it can be a cleansing emotion.   Too much sadness leads to self-pity, but too little sadness makes us shallow and insensitive.

I am not by nature a funny person but I do love to laugh.  I laugh easily, until uncontrollable tears stream down my face.  My husband laughs in a way that is contagious; just listening to him makes others laugh.  My 3-year-old grandson had the entire movie theatre giggling at how hard he laughed at the new Grinch movie this holiday season.  The sight of that furry green creature in ridiculous underpants tickled his funny bone to no end. I have a friend who passes out when he laughs too hard, but I’ve never yet seen that stop him.  Laughter, the bible tells us, is as good as medicine.  Joy, like sadness, is good for our soul.

In many cultures, it is traditional to sing Auld Lang Syne as the New Year begins.  It is an old folk song that perfectly captures the emotions of this time.  It is filled with both melancholy for the year past and anticipation for the year to come.  It is a call to remember our friendships and take them into the future with us –  “Should old acquaintance be forgot … We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”

The book of Proverbs says it very well; Do not forsake your friend or a friend of your family …”

We may have regrets at this time of the year.  Regrets about things we did not accomplish during the year – a better job, a nicer home, more money.  None of this can possibly equal the regrets we carry regarding broken relationships.   It is for this that we should embrace any sadness we have.  We should allow it to speak to us, to teach us, to better us.  The melancholy should spur us to make amends wherever possible, to forgive where needed, to let go of offenses where necessary and to allow the joy of new beginnings fill our soul and make us kind.  As the New Year begins may our sadness make us more gentle creatures, touching others carefully.  May our joy make us more forgiving creatures, touching others with grace.   Thomas Merton said it well.  “Our job is to love others without stopping to enquire whether or not they are worthy.”  Jesus said it even better, “ A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.  By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”

May we each embrace this new (and ancient) commandment in the year to come. 

Happy New Year to you and all those you love.

In Lead more gently/ Live more simply/ Worship more fully

Familiar yet new

The light falls differently in this place. Sun-speckled shade through the canopy above is soft. The wind is gentle today, welcoming and calm, like the Holy Spirit in my heart. It is sorely needed after the long journey across the Atlantic to our home on the point of Africa. I allow peace and joy to mingle. This place; it soars in my veins, familiar and true.   This instinctive understanding of my home country settles on me. Like my very DNA, it has been passed on from generation to generation. No matter how long I am away, it is never gone. It remains firm and it gives me strength. Like the Holy Spirit, this place is familiar yet with a promise of being wild, uncontainable and always challenging.

We have a new neighbor. He has torn down the old house he purchased and is building anew. In the process he has removed tall trees that bordered our property. This has changed my garden. Where there used to be old, wet shade, there is now bright sunshine.   Where there used to be a canopy of pine needles above, there is now blue sky and majestic views of the mountains behind our respective properties. I love the newness of all this. In the shadow of the ancient mountain, I get to recreate my garden with sun-loving plants. Isn’t this just like the Holy Spirit in our lives? Sometimes the old and familiar needs to go and we need the change. The challenge of the new makes us lean into him all the more. Yet, like the mountain range, He brings an ageless comfort that is solid and reliable.

Our African garden is filled with critters. Proximity to a Nature Reserve brings eagles, owls, tortoise, squirrels, a snake or two, wild geese and bugs galore. The soil teems with earthworms providing organic compost others pay good money for. I love sharing this space with the wildlife. I also love sharing it with guests who come from afar on mission trips, family trips and diverse celebratory trips. This old property has seen seeds planted, harvest gathered, children raised, families gather, seasons change and generations come and go. What a privilege it is for me to be one of God’s stewards, providing a place of peace and joy to all who pass through her gates.

I relish the people with whom I have walked long roads, shared in pain, laughed out loud, grown older and with whom I have forged a purpose. I look forward to the fresh insight from those new to our work. Like my old garden bathed in fresh sunlight, the damp, moldy places will find new meaning. The breeze of spring blowing over the southern hemisphere is like the newness of the ancient Spirit that blows where He wills. Life is full.

“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” – John 3:8

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Proximity To Power Can Lead To Ruin

I stood watching little children play in one of those indoor playgrounds with obstacle courses worthy of the military.  The kids squealed with delight at climbing over and under, swinging from ropes and jumping over barricades.  One little girl was lording it over them all.  She cut the lines with a smirk, going from play equipment to play equipment, never waiting her turn.  The fascinating thing is that she developed a small entourage.  A few children followed her lead, hanging out with her and thereby getting to cut in line too.  They recognized in her some power and they wanted in.

We do that as adults too.  We seek after power.  Initially we work to pay for shelter and food but once that is taken care of, we seek power.  Power helps us cut the line, get what we want, makes our life easier and others beholden to us.  We snub or we use those with less power than we have and we seek to be close to those who have more power than us, hoping that some of theirs may rub off on us.

Proximity to power is a goal that can lead to ruin.

It sets us on a path that is circular; offering just enough hope that each bend will lead us to the next level where we will find enough power to stay ahead of the pack. The reality is that the desire for power (its’ form takes many shapes) is a path on which we endlessly strive but never arrive.  Power is a false god, a torturous god whose goal is to lead us away from the truth.

Jesus, the very personification of Omnipotence, both shows and tells us the truth about power.

God with us, Immanuel, chose to be with us in the most humble of ways.  He could have been with us from a palace, from the home of a tech billionaire or from high office.  Instead, he avoided the privilege of the powerful and became Immanuel within a poor family from a nowhere village.  He did not seek the power this world has to offer. His coming, including the way he chose for his coming, compels us to reconsider the assumptions about how the world is organized.  The power of first, of most, of biggest is more suited to Herod in his palace than Jesus in his manger.

The mother of two sons wanted her boys to be at the center of power.  She asked Jesus to put them on each side of him, to rule with him when his kingdom comes.  His other disciples, when they heard of this, were outraged because they too wanted proximity to power.  We know how Jesus responded.

He gathered his disciples close to him and he spoke to them about the false god of power.  He spoke of the way power is used to lord it over others, how power is used to manipulate people – ensuring that others submit to the powerbroker’s way of doing things.  To this, Jesus spoke strong words.

Not so among you!

Instead, he said, use any power you have to serve others.  If you’re going to fight over the right to be great then find that greatness in serving others. If you have any power, use it to make their lives easier.   Relieve their burdens.

Any time we use what power we have accumulated or what power has been bestowed on us to manipulate others, we are following the false god of power.  Every time we compare ourselves to others and find ourselves either ahead or lacking, we are following the false god of power.  Let us beware of this all-consuming false god.

Any time we use what power we have to relieve someone of a burden, to make their task easier, to serve them in some way, we are following the True Power – the All Mighty who laid down his power in order to take up our burden.

As the New Year approaches, I ask that each one of us examine what power we have.  Truly examine it.  Quantify it.  Understand it.

Then, when you understand your power – however large or small – I have one request to ask of you.

Would you, this New Year, resolve to use your power to make one person’s burden lighter as the year begins?  Stop.  Think.  How and for whom can you do this?  Let the power of Love lead the way.

“Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.”  Galatians 6:10

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Does your job count in eternity?

It is the time of year when many of us reflect and introspect. As I prepare to hurtle my way through the last month of this year, I have a sense of accomplishment, a satisfaction of what has been, of a job done well. Simultaneously, there is a restlessness, a desire for what could be done differently. So, in the still of the night when my home is sleeping, my mind wanders and my heart wonders. I question everything. I embrace my calling and ministry gift, protecting and nurturing it, yet, in the quiet night with no daytime agenda to distract me, I lay it down countless times, knowing that, alone, I am inadequate to the task.

I recently heard a friend say he no longer wants to work with people who are “projects”. I recall nodding at him, understanding his dilemma.  At the same time I wondered, “Aren’t we all projects?” I was in his office for another purpose altogether and we both had little time so I let it pass. But that sentence of his has haunted me. I can’t imagine a world where the best leaders give up on “project people” for no reason other than that project people take up time or energy or talent great leaders don’t have to give. The truth is, in some area of our life we are all projects to someone else. We are all inadequate to the task before us. We are spouses, parents, employers or employees. We are siblings and children and friends to someone and we are not adequate to all these tasks. We sometimes succeed and we sometimes fail. We walk with clarity and we bumble our way through. We know and we don’t know. It is the human condition. We are created to depend on and draw strength from God and from each other.  If we decide we have no time for project people, we decide we have no time for people.

We are all called to minister to people. Regular, normal people who vacillate between confidence and hesitancy, people who aspire to great things but who simultaneously long for the simple life, people who are happy and content but are also sad and afraid. Normal, regular, project people.

My time, like everyone else’s, has demands placed on it. Time is finite – I have 24 hours in my day. It certainly is important that I spend it wisely. I am, however, reminded that time is also infinite. You and I are eternal beings, of immeasurable value to our creator. Organizations are not infinite. Every single business, school, church, non-profit, will come to an end some day. As a leader, as a person, as a minister of the grace of God, I am not called to any organization. Nobody is. We are called to people. To project people.

If you are in the building trade, you are called to house people. If you are in retail trade, you are called to feed or clothe people. If you are a teacher, a lawyer, a banker or in the hospitality industry, you are called to grow and to serve people.  Every disciple of Jesus is called to serve people, not to grow and to serve an organization. Yes, healthy organizations facilitate good service but if our main focus becomes the organization, we will without any doubt, sooner or later, miss the important aspect of the people that the organization exists to serve in the first place.

I sit in the stillness of the silent night and I wonder about these things. This has been a productive year. The organization for which I work has accomplished much. We have done good work. Yet, these thoughts have been planted in my heart for a reason and I wonder.  I wonder what should be done differently.

As the year draws to a close and I prepare for the year to come, I determine to simplify Organization and to maximize People.   If you too are contemplating and planning for next year, I encourage you to put, not your organization first, but rather, to prioritize its’ people. Seek out your project people and then plan to serve them with all your heart.

Time spent doing this is never lost.   Instead, it is at this very place that time is found. It is here that time turns into eternity and it is eternity that has been placed into the human soul.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart …” – Ecclesiastes 3:11


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Saving a Soul from Social Media

I am a reader. Every day I read multiple articles and at any given time I can be found in the process of reading two or three books. Social Media has given me so much to read – much of which is questionable. Many times I have considered canceling all my social media accounts. Instead, I have tried to regulate my feed by un-following some and intentionally finding people I want to hear from and following them.   It has helped somewhat. Despite this, all over social media I still see people destroying people.

C.S. Lewis wrote, There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations — these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit. … Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.”   (The Weight of Glory)

People are immortal souls formed by God. We are created in God’s pure and glorious image. He adores us – each and every one of us, with no exception. He is utterly committed to us. Human souls are immeasurably precious to him.

Why then do we think it’s okay to use social media to publicly mock, shame, blame and find fault with human souls – souls we have never met, souls whose full story we don’t know? People are sacred – yes, even the ones who act debased – are of immense value to God.

I am overwhelmed by the courageous acts I have recently seen via social media from ordinary people in Texas who, to their own danger, have set out to rescue others who have been caught up in stormy waters. We all recognize the value of human life. In our societies we purposely set up institutions to protect human life – fire departments, police, emergency services.   When a life is in danger we expect, no, we demand, a response.

This protection, this care, this instinctive understanding of the value of human life can, and should, be carried through to the entire human soul. Let us bless. Let us use our words, on social media, in person, to one another, to bring a rescuing blessing to others. Every single day people around us are drowning, surrounded by floods so deep it hurts to breathe. Let us show courageous acts of kindness and bless them. What if our social media streams turned from vicious attacks on strangers to the kindness of strangers? What if we truly see fellow human beings as the holiest object presented to our senses?

What if the kind words you sow today saves a soul from a lifetime of destructive hurt and sets them on a path of seeing themselves as God does – infinitely precious. What if you wade out in the storm of destruction against a person and your kind words saves a soul from death?

“Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen.” 1 John 4:20

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When We Choose To Live With Civility, We Reflect Our Creator

Freedom is important to us. Our freedom of thought. Our freedom of choice. Our freedom of expression. With summer that has come to the Northern hemisphere, I have noticed that our freedom to travel becomes particularly valuable as many of us choose to take a break from our regular routine.

One freedom that fascinates me is our freedom to exercise control over ourselves and choose to live with civility in our society.   When our choices are made within the boundaries of the golden rule, our family and our friends, our neighborhoods and our world benefit. When we treat others in the same way that we would want to be treated, gentleness becomes noticeable.   The sharp edges within which we move softens when we choose to see others through the lens of empathy. This is a choice we are free to make.

Freedom is important to us. Yet, we are never entirely free. Seasons come and go without our choice in the matter. Weather patterns are not ours to choose. This past week a terrible winter storm hit the Southern tip of Africa. There has been devastating wind and rain, flooding, out-of-control fires, snow and icy temperatures. This land that I love has been pummeled by forces of nature, none of which the people of the land chose.   But, within the circumstances, people get to choose how they will respond.



I have seen the best of choices.

People from within the country have stood together, neighbor helping neighbor, taking those left destitute into their homes. Those in the battle against the flames have been flooded with support. Communities from afar have sent supplies to those in need.   Humanity helping humanity.

Why do we choose this? Exactly because we are human.   We choose empathy. We know that very easily the storm could be at our own door. The fire could be on our roof. Easy devastation could come to our lives. When it passes us by and visits another, we do unto them as we would want it done unto us. If we were drowning or hungry or cold, we would want others to notice. If our children were threatened by fire and loss, we would want others to protect. Our empathy is what makes us human.

When we choose to live with civility, we reflect our Creator in whose image we are made.

To all those who have stood alongside us during this time of crisis, I thank you.  Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

The hurt is not yet over and many lives are still facing severe hardship. 

“Do to others as you would have them do to you … Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.” – Luke 6:31+36



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Like you, I have witnessed world events unfold on my smart phone. From terror and wars and the refugee crisis, to shootings in a myriad of community spaces that ought to be safe exactly because they are our community spaces.

I have witnessed marches and counter-marches and talking heads shouting over each other.

I have tried so very hard to find press coverage that informs me rather than tries to convert me. I am struggling in this regard.

I very much want women to earn equal pay for equal work and to be valued in the workplace similarly to men.

I don’t ever want my daughter to believe it’s okay for any man, including her husband, to use her (or any other woman) as an object for his sexual gratification. I do not want to live in a world where this is okay.

I desperately want the weakest and smallest amongst us – our unborn children – to be protected and to have the highest value. I want the sanctity of life to be just that – sacred and important above all else.

In all these unfolding world events and issues, I have felt overwhelmed. Frustrated. Scared.

I have wondered where to begin.

I am a contemplative person. This does not mean I am not a person of action – I am – but first, I contemplate. Whenever I do I always seem to circle back to the starting point, which is … me.

I cannot control the events around me. I cannot control the actions of others. I can, however, control me and how I respond.    And yes, respond, I should. I must take action – but – the culture I create while doing something is as important, if not more important, than the actual task at hand.

I can scream, shout, froth at the mouth and insult. I can calmly undermine, manipulate or scathingly devalue the other while creating plausible deniability. I can ignore, pretend, and lie.  I can create this culture.

Or, I can listen.

I can seek to understand. I can acknowledge good points. I can think deeply and make good points of my own. I can donate to causes far away in which I believe. I can volunteer and turn up to those within my reach. I can contribute my voice and speak up in areas of my expertise. I can do all of these things … while creating a culture of respect.

In our families we can, and must, treat our spouses tenderly in their shortcomings. We should not angrily dismiss the pain of our child, nor should we ignore the confusion of our parents. These are the least of our human duties. Yes – duties.

 It is well within our ability to listen with a view to understanding, not with a view to saying our say.  As intelligent beings we are well able to debate without debauchery and to disagree with humility.

We are, after all is said and done, fellow human beings.  As such, it is imperative that we create a culture of humanity.  We must respect the humanity of others. We must connect with the humanity of others. We must identify with the humanity of others.

If we do not, the cause is lost before we start and the task at hand becomes an exercise in cruelty and one-upmanship.


“Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Carefully consider what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible on your part, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18

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My Week In the United States of America

I am a naturalized citizen of the United States of America.

Monday saw me watching my grandchildren play alongside complete strangers on the play equipment at the Zoo. Climbing all over the make-believe rocks and rivers were little people from different race and cultural groups. They chased each other up and down the slides, squealing with delight: strangers, yet friends for the day.

This is the face of America I have come to know.

Tuesday saw me watching the election results on Television. I listened to victory speeches and congratulatory speeches and I saw Americans rejoice and I saw Americans mourn. I listened to conversations from both sides. I added my voice on one or two occasions. On my Facebook stream I saw friends reach across the red and blue party lines, acknowledging that the democratic system had done its work, yet committing to still be friends. I saw honest to goodness kindness in their words toward each other.

This is the face of America I have come to know.

Wednesday saw me shopping for some kitchen items in Target.   As I walked the isles, store staff stopped what they were doing, looked me in the eye, smiled and asked, “Can I help you find anything?” When I got to the checkout counter the cashier smiled and greeted me like a long last friend. “Did you find everything you needed? Is there anything else I can help you with?”

This is the face of America I have come to know.

Thursday saw me attend a Board meeting. Around the table sat some of the smartest, kindest and most generous people I have ever met. Each one of them is super-busy and highly successful. Yet, they spend their own money to fly across the country and take their own time and donate it to a ministry organization that serves the poor in a country halfway across the globe. All of them serve local ministries too. They are intelligent, informed and committed people who I am honored to serve alongside.

This is the face of America I have come to know.

Friday saw me host our non-profit ministry’s annual fundraiser. It was also Veterans Day. All day long I heard people thank a veteran for their service. All over social media and television, Americans were thanking those in the armed forces, past and present (as well as thanking the families of those in the military) for their service. Then they came out in crowds to our Orange Ball and ate mass-cooked rubbery chicken with a smile on their face and an incredibly generous hand in their wallets. Afterward they thanked me for my service.

This graciousness is exactly the face of America I have come to know.

It is the end of an emotional week. My email account is filled with grace-filled notes written by a diverse group of people who are living through tumultuous times. Yet, because they love God and they love people, they take the time to acknowledge and celebrate the good they see in others.

This is the face of America I have come to know.

Thank you Americans! I am honored to be counted among you.

“First of all, then, I urge that entreaties and prayers, petitions and thanksgivings, be made on behalf of all men, for kings and all who are in authority, so that we may lead a tranquil and quiet life in all godliness and dignity. This is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.” – 1 Timothy 2:1-3