Slay the hashtag!

The latest hashtag movement:


Just like #bringbackourgirls and Kony and whatever else… it will fade away and people will go back to their normal routines and nothing will be done. (NOTE: Kony wasn’t brought down by a hashtag.)

Here is how “journalists” can honor the two killed live on TV (and I’m not going to quit using quotes or air quotes until we get some real journalists back in the media):

  1. They could quit defaulting to the simple mantra of gun control. YES, it’s a discussion, but it’s not the ONLY discussion, and the panacea of “no guns” is utter foolishness.
  2. They could decide to do more stories on mental health, mental health laws, adult mental health issues, reporting adults with mental health problems, and highlighting organizations that are doing more to help in the mental health area.
  3. They would decide to quit sitting at their computer terminals and following what is trending on Twitter and get their butts in the streets to actually do, you know, reporting. Find the story.
  4. They would refuse to allow blow hards to set the agenda for what headlines the evening broadcast and instead ask the blow hard a hard question in return and not stop until a real answer is given.
  5. They would quit reporting weather as “breaking news.” And put it back into a 30 second segment it deserves way at the end of the newscast.
  6. They would quit flashing “BREAKING NEWS” on EVERY broadcast. It’s foolishness.

Don’t stop with a stupid hashtag. Get out and revive your profession! Make it MEAN something. That would bring honor to two people who gave their lives for a mad man wanting more Facebook hits.

The shed

I finished mowing the lawn today and as I closed up the shed where I store the lawn mower, I looked at the little bolt at the top of the door. It is designed to keep the double doors flush to the frame. A clasp lock lower down puts the two doors together and that’s where the padlock keeps the shed secure. The little bolt is not high for an adult to reach and loosen to open the doors, but for a kid it’s a bit of a challenge.

Almost every time I take hold of that little bolt now I’m thrown back to an image years ago. When we first got the shed our boys were little. I think our oldest wanted to go out and ride his bike so he went out to get the bike out of the shed. I can remember so vividly watching from the back door as he went right to the door, unlocked the padlock, then leaped up to undo the little bolt. It was beyond his reach standing there, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. A couple of leaps and he had it loose and the doors came open.

Each of the boys then grew and took turns taking care of the lawn. They are all grown and gone now and it’s up to me to get the mower out and take care of the lawn.

The little bolt today threw me once again back to watching that scene and reflecting on how fast last moves. In two very short days our youngest son gets married. He is marrying a wonderful young lady we are so proud to welcome into the family. All three boys will be there. Our oldest with his wife and they are expecting our first grandchild. Our middle son working hard and making his way in life.

Adult young men and I’m left wondering… how did that happen so fast?

I finished Don Meyer’s wonderful book, The Distinguishing Mark of Leadershipyesterday and Dr. Meyer asks a key question that he has modeled all of his life: what is my legacy?

This Saturday I will be gathered with my legacy. Three incredible sons. Two daughters-in-law. A grandbaby on the way. An amazing wife.

Our children are part of the greatest legacy we can live for this planet, and for the Kingdom of God. They will have the opportunity to live out the values of generations that have gone before. I pray I have fulfilled the legacy of my parents and grandparents. They are giants to me.

Our children are the testimony to the world of God’s faithfulness and the hope of what they can do to extend the beauty of the Kingdom well past our time on this planet.

I love that shed every time I go to mow the lawn. I take hold of that little bolt and I think of three boys, now men, and how proud I am to be called their dad.

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I took this picture along Lake Superior on a hike. The Lord spoke strongly to me about resilience.

We are to PRESS IN. Persevere! Don’t give up.

Through the wind and the storms that tree has stood strong. It is time for the church to understand its roots… and to STAND.

Be resilient in prayer. Be resilient in faith. Stand. Do not give up. Trust the rootedness you have in Christ.

Jesus takes note

Luk 21:1 — Luk 21:4
As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. “Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”

So many give their all for the Kingdom in obscurity. No awards. No big conventions in their honor. Others have been applauded on big stages.

But the Kingdom has noticed. When the accolades from the big audiences are over, the king himself will rise and applaud the ones we never knew… but they are the ones who gave their all.

No fear of the topic of hell

“Why should anyone be shattered by the thought of hell? It is not compulsory for anyone to go there. Those who do, do so by their own choice, and against the will of God, and they can only get into hell by defying and resisting all the work of Providence and grace.” — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain

Ignoring the cultural buffoonery — Psalm 101

We can’t ignore it. I realize that. It’s in your face whether you try to read news or just catch up on social media.

But in the face of the current idiocy we find in our culture, Psalm 101 calls me back to something key: it’s about WHERE I choose to keep my thoughts and focus.

The key is here:

My eyes will be on the faithful in the land,
    that they may dwell with me;
the one whose walk is blameless
    will minister to me. (Ps. 101:6)

One of the faithful in the land went to her eternal reward this week. Elisabeth Elliot was a great woman of faith and an amazing Bible teacher.

Her story won’t make the headlines like some other women (and “women”) in current weeks. But her homecoming made heaven stand up, I’m sure.

Two powerful quotes:

“Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you”

And this one she said every time she started a radio broadcast:

“You are loved with an everlasting love.”

Eternal memory.