Although probably apocryphal, there’s an old story about a flight delayed with a long line of disgruntled passengers waiting to be rebooked by a single gate attendant.
Impatiently, a business tycoon pushes his way to the front of the line demanding to be rebooked immediately. The agent smiled sweetly and assured him she was doing her best, but he would have to wait in line like everyone else.
After several failed attempts to get his way, the man pounded the desk and bellowed, “Do you have any idea who I am?” Continue reading
Growing up on a small farm in Central Indiana, I recall the conversations my Dad had with farmers in the area. Almost every year there was some challenge to be addressed.
Some years there is too much rain in the Spring, causing the crops to be planted later than was ideal. Other years it may be a drought. Or bugs and insects. Of course there is always the problem with weeds. Continue reading
The late author Howard Hendricks and long time professor at Dallas Theological Seminary once wrote that people go through three stages when faced with change:
1. Resistance to change.
2. Tolerant to change.
3. Embrace change.
As an observer of the human condition it seems that most people remain in stage one. Some are able to accept stage two. And fewer yet actually move to stage three and embrace change. Continue reading
I grew up on a small farm in central Indiana just West of Indianapolis. In addition to a few cows and pigs and some field corn for the animals, we always had a garden. A large garden. At least an acre.
We grew green beans, sweet corn, tomatoes, lettuce, cabbage, potatoes, peas, peppers, carrots, cucumbers, squash, radishes, turnips, beets, onions,
eggplant, watermelons, cantaloupes, and strawberries.
Can you guess why we planted such a big garden every year? Continue reading
In her book, Silver Boxes, the late Florence Littauer told the story of her father who always wanted to be a writer. He made some attempts, but gave up.
As she concluded the details of the story, Littauer made this sobering and profound observation about her father’s dreams by quoting Oliver Wendell Holmes who said, “Many of us die with the music still in us.”
Her observation speaks of unfilled potential. Missed opportunities. Wasted talent. And a failure to grow. Continue reading