Saturday, May 3, 2014

Just sing!



Spring is off to a very slow start, even for Northern Indiana. 

This week has been dominated by a blustery chill that moves right through each layer I so carefully fit over this 61 year-old, well-worn body I call home, on this side of eternity.

Yet each morning begins with a concert performed on cue by the "yard birds" vocalizing--a song to the human ear. I thought it was curious given the wind, rain, biting cold we encountered each morning this week. But there they were, intent on doing what birds do. They sang, I groused.

Their internal calendar told the birds "it's Spring." They sing with confidence because they know, intuitively, that regardless of what the weather may be like today, it's Spring, and it's going to feel like Spring sooner than later.

It occurred to me this morning, off to another blustery start, as I listened to them sing outside my window, I can do that too. I know my life is "hidden with Christ in God," and even though it may not feel like that today, it will, sooner than later.

Colossians 3.2-4 "Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. 3 For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God. 4 When Christ, who is our life, is revealed, then you also will be revealed with Him in glory."

He put a new song in my heart. Just sing. bN

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Soon, very soon.

This is the hardest part of the weather calendar in Northern Indiana.  The caldendar says it's spring, reality says "it's ugly." 

Things are ready to go; mowers have been serviced, hedge has been trimmed.  Irrigation system is functional again.  Bud's are on the trees and bushes...the evergreens aren't just green now, they are awake!  Robin's are busy being the "dirty birds" of the neighborhood.  Lily and Chance track fresh scent everywhere we go.  We are ready, where is spring?

It feels like Thanksgiving Day when I was a little  boy.  Would our guests and extended family ever arrive...
"Mom, how soon will they be here?"  
"Pretty soon BJ."  
"Mom do you think they're still coming?" 
"BJ, they will all be here, just like last year." 
"But mom, we are ready, where is everyone?" 
"They are on the way."  
"Then where are they?"  
"BJ, why don't you wait outside for them, greet them when they arrive."  
"I think they changed their mind, they aren't coming this year." 

That's the way our conversation advanced every year.  A little boy, anticipating a favorite event, thinking it would never happen, but it always did.

I'm ready but spring just hasn't arrived...yet.  When it does come and the days slip quickly into summer...the memory of this misery becomes dim, almost dream like.  Every day a new color explodes some place along my route to the office.  It's warm, balmy...with life sustaining showers from time to time.

There are many "seasons" in our lives...they come, they go--some are better than others; they make life interesting and always produce something my memory clings to, which delivers a life-time of pleasure and expands my perspective.

Yes, spring hasn't arrived but summer's comin.'  It will be OK, sooner than later.  I can wait; in the interim, the memories from "seasons past" will sustain me.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Monday, February 24, 2014

Brave new world...

This 53 minute film will rock your world.  Watch it...then play it forward.  bN

"Demographic Winter"  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZeyYIsGdAA

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Don't "wait for it..."

Yesterday we got a teaser.

Temps rose to 45* on a bright, sunny, beautiful blue sky day.  Who knew 45* could feel so toasty, so "right."  We haven't been set free from the clutches of "Old Man Winter," but we can see the day looming fast on the snow framed horizon.  Spring is just 4 weeks away--March 20, 2014...liberation day in Northern Indiana.

We just "wait for it." Now, much sooner than later, it will happen.

Life is like this too, isn't it.  We wait.  It happens.  Life, happens.  If we aren't attentive to this "cycle of reality" we wake up one day and realize, life passed us by while we waited.  

That's why "now" is important. It's really all we have. It's all we need; now.

"Now" gives us time to live fully in this moment...with certainty, confidence, live now with no regrets.  Ah, but tomorrow, tomorrow will be a better day--but what if tomorrow never comes?

Don't wait for it.

bN

Monday, February 17, 2014

Yet Will I hope...

Feeling a bit "pulled and pushed" in these frist few weeks of 2014.  God led me back to something I wrote last year...

Long day; long week.
It's late, I'm reflective.
59 years; dreams of a young man, gone.

I've been vulnerable;
Believed in, invested in; loved people.
My heart has been broken; yes, crushed.
Made mistakes; indulged pride, paid the price.
 
Yet, I will hope.
My Redeemer is true.
His mercy, new every morning.
His faithfulness, restores my soul.
His strength, perfect in my weakness.
His steadfast love, walks with me in valley of death.
 
Long day; long week.
It's late; I'm reflective.
Through Christ, I can do what's needed.
That's enough.
 
Yet, I will hope.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

"It"...can happen here.

America is unique.  

It's amazing what people can do when given the freedom to succeed AND to fail.  Our "Super Bowl" has become a metaphor.

Back in July, each team started at the same place, 0-0, as every other franchise in the NFL.  Now, 106 young men, two teams remain standing; black, white, brown...not all born equally, privleged start and not.  All shapes, sizes...some more talented than others.  All making the most of what they've been given, working hard and sacrificing for a dream.  Working together to create synergy.  All competing on a level playing field, and yet, a few with a clear advantage over others, not all endowed equally--size, strength, speed.

That said, each strives to overcome, to elevate their game and maximize their opportunity, against all odds. The underdog can prevail, because "heart" can't be measured.  Mistakes will be made, injuries will occur that force a change to the gameplan and the unexpected, will be the norm.  Bad calls?  No doubt; someone is going to feel like it wasn't fair.  Most will perform up to standard, a few will be disappointed--and not play well at all.  The ball will be dropped and it will take some bad bounces.  But there won't be any do-overs.  One performance will be judged most outstanding of all...and propel that player to a new level of achievement and noteriety.

At the end of the day, some will win, others will lose.  And tomorrow morning?  Each will crawl out of bed, and begin again, in an attempt to make the ascent to the top of their profession; each sore, tired, some beaten, all driven by conviction: it's a new day, it's a new opportunity,  "I believe 'it' can happen, if I work hard, stay focused and apply myself."  

This hope compels them to bear down, start over and try again.  They will take what they learned (the good, the bad and the ugly), winners and losers, and use that as leverage to get better and they will.

I believe this is why this night, this event, is more celebrated, anticipated and watched than any other event on the calendar in America.  It reflects our hopes and dreams, our core values as a nation, at so many levels.  We watch these young men compete and we are reminded, dreams come true here; hard work pays here, the hope of success far outweighs the risk of failure.  Bottom line: "It" can happen, it does happen."  If it doesn't?   Failure isn't the end of the world, it's the begining of a new cycle.

Everyone has to play by the rules, but the rules aren't designed to produce pre-determined outcomes.  So, many compete; some win, some lose; some never win or lose, because they never try, that's ok too.  America is a place where dreaming is a part of our culture, where we, as free people, set the bar; where people can "do better" and to no one's surprise, we do.  

America, "we hold these truths..."

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Devolution...losing minds.

Education in America, and educators are in trouble. 

By any reasonable measure, what we are asking our educators to do is unreasonable. The result: the implosion of the system.  It's happening right now, this year, this month, TODAY. Entire teaching staffs being reassigned; schools closed or being "taken over" by the State and teachers dismissed.

Effective education is a partnership on at least four levels.

Level 1: Parents and teachers. I don't know why we tolerate it, but I do know we, our culture, have lowered our expectations for parents and shifted many parental roles onto public education. It's a fact, parents are AWOL; parents from every demographic: busy parents, tired parents, distracted parents, ambitious parents, selfish parents, economically disadvantaged parents. Unless and until parents see parenting as a worthy vocation--a selfless vocation--a social responsibility, and we can build accountability into the system for PARENTS, as well as teachers, our system will continue to devolve.

Level 2: Teachers and administrators. The current "political climate" makes this partnership difficult, if not hopelessly ineffective. "No Child Left Behind" has administrators focused on the wrong outcomes: Administrators chasing the holy grail--passing scores on standardized tests.  Under pressure to achieve a "passing grade" Administrators have dumbed the system down and mandated teaching to the lowest common denominator. The result: a brain drain of gargantuan proportions.  We've given up too much real education in the race to measure "skills." 

Leaders in education must get back to "leading."  They must be good managers; they must also be effective Innovators, Team builders and Coaches.  They must get out of their offices and into the halls and classrooms of the buildings they manage.  Teachers must be challenged to grow as professionals, taught to, and rewarded for, "thinking outside the box."  The system must be able to shed under performing (based on fair-minded, role appropriate, measurable, attainable and negotiated standards of praxis and outcomes) teachers and administrators.  Otherwise we will, without question, produce underperforming schools.

Teachers must be coachable.  Unions must be student as well as teacher focused.  Department Chairs must be trained as Master Teachers and empowered to Coach teachers under their charge, evaluate them and reward merit or remediate poor performance.

Level 3: Education and the public.  Federal oversight is an impossible burden.   There is a role for the Federal government, but not what we've seen develop over the last decade.  Educational oversight and policy creation must be sent back to the most local units of government possible and/or practical.  In most cases, that would be the locally elected School Boards.  

State oversight is critical to resource multiplication, curriculum development standards, training, and compensation.  But the State must also recognize the limits of effective management.

Communities must create opportunities, then call their citizens to participate as volunteer tutors, mentors, after-school staff, security workers and any of a dozen other functions that can be filled by people willing to give-up time, and get training or invest their expertise to give school age kids a shot at a brighter future.  This would, at the same time, preserve and extend financial resources which in turn would make it possible to provide funds for merit based pay incentives.

I challenge families who've abandoned public education for private, private-parochial or home-shooling to re-engage and re-think their decision.  It is in the long-term best interest of their kids to support and work to reform and strengthen public education.  Their unwavering commitment to quality education and the quality of the kids their raising is integral to lifting education for all our children to the next level.  This has significant implications on so many elements that are critical to the future of our nation and our children.  Look back at the 19th Century to discover what a culture of "education haves" and "have nots" becomes; it's a most unsavory image.

Level 4: Education and the private sector.  I'm a small business owner.  Much of the property tax bill I pay every six months goes to support education.  But that's not enough.  The partnership with local business, while it's there, needs to be expanded and much more highly developed.  The answer isn't higher taxes, it's bigger hearts, fueled by shared vision and better communication.  Not only should business be there for internships, but for aggressive sponsorship--without expectation for anything in return--beyond all the significant benefits local business enjoys from a sterling school-system.

Parents need to be selfless.  Politicians must stop acting out of self-interest.  Educators need to step-up. Citizens need to act like patriots.

It is easy to blame someone else; the problem is us.

Meanwhile, another generation gets left behind.

bN

Friday, January 31, 2014

Feeling "g-old"...

Conventional wisdom is that "the benefits don't outweigh the tradeoffs" associated with growing older.

True enough.

But if through that process, one discovers tenderness, that...is a "state of being" more precious than gold.

bN

Sunday, January 19, 2014

No more "do over's..."

My heart breaks for America.  

Our political polarization has brought us to our knees.  This isn't, at it's core, a "left v. right" issue.  The problem is on both sides of the isle.  We must seek out and elect politicians who will act in America's interest, from a "base-commitment" to social justice and Constitutional integrity.

America wake up and get it right--elect patriots from the left and right; punish partisan and personal power brokers.

We are out of "do over's."  Get prepared to make a bold statement in November.  "We aren't going to take it anymore!"

bN

Monday, January 13, 2014

One survived...

"Lone Survivor..."  the story of operation Red Wings.

Listened to the book, read the book, re-listened to the book.  Now I've seen the Docudrama.  

A number of significant changes for dramatic effect.  But the core of this heroic story remains intact.  It's sad in a way that all wars are sad--people on both sides of conflict, loved by other people, losing their lives.  

Marcus Luttrell's brothers-in-arms gave their last full measure doing what we train and pay them to do: stand in the gap and face down bad people.  Don't be distracted by the politics of war.  

This is a story about service, valor, love and sacrifice.  Be grateful.  Be respectful. Be gracious.

Save your rage for the politics of war, for the politicians, and make them pay.  

Hold those who serve so selflessly, in your hearts.   

bN