Celebrating the Journey

Our longtime friend Sonya is an amazing 8th grade English teacher at a middle school in Northwest Oklahoma. She is clever, witty, and highly qualified to teach English. Most importantly she loves kids. But…I don’t envy the student who chooses to be a discipline problem in her class. I suspect Alcatraz would be appealing to such a pupil before it was all over. Sonya will be a teacher they will never forget. I have told Jan for years that Sonya…

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 I have been cleaning house today. I mean real cleaning. I mean the kind that will make me some major brownie points with my sweet bride. The boys joined me in this true feat of spring cleaning. We held few hostages. A lot went straight to the trash. Spring cleaning reveals far more than I care to admit about the present condition of my life. In fact, I actually formulated a pretty good little list. • I was reminded that…

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I have written several tributes to my former teachers during the course of the past year. I feel a special indebtedness to those who went the extra mile to enhance my educational experience. They did not just teach reading in the second grade or algebra in the 9th grade. They instilled confidence. They really cared about their students. I took a little bit of each of my favorite teachers to the classroom with me when I was teaching as an…

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 I don’t know if are ready to acknowledge it not, but it is a plague. An ever increasing number of kids are being turned out into the streets to fend for themselves. My friends Benny and Niki Nowell lead a ministry that serves teens and young adults who are homeless in Boulder, CO. That part of Colorado seems to be a magnet for troubled and homeless young people. Everyday they serve kids who are living and sleeping on the streets…

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 I often think about Dale when I am playing golf. But I don’t like to think about Dale on the golf course. He is an excellent golfer and a lot of fun to play with. But I don’t like to think about him out there. There are other thoughts that capture my attention, as I enjoy a round of golf. I often use the what if phrase while I am playing. What if I had a really nice and expensive…

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 A couple of days ago I sent my oldest son a text message that simply said: Call me when you can. He responded quickly with: Is this a good call or a bad call? That is a fair question coming from a college age son, is it not? I wish that all of my communication with my children could fall into the category of so called good calls in their minds, but that is not likely to happen. I am…

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  Several years ago I met an older gentleman who was completely estranged from his adult children. To my knowledge there was no communication between father and sons. Their relationship had been in that state for quite some time. When he died, the sons did not attend the funeral service. Brokenness is heart breaking, but unfortunately it is not uncommon. What can be done to prevent relational breakdowns from going on for decades, and ultimately being carried to the grave? …

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  Everyday I encounter brokenness. Very few days pass that I do not hear at least one story of a relationship that is torn apart by conflict. Sometimes it is about a spouse that has left a person they once loved. Occasionally I hear about longtime friendships unraveling. And then there are situations where someone is conflicted with the church collectively. Stories of brokenness are sad. There is generally significant collateral damage done when two people cannot resolve their differences….

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