don’t have a chicken coop or an imposing beard. I’ve never been hunting. I can barely keep succulents alive. I grew up in Philadelphia and feel the shame of my cosmopolitan softness every time I gas up behind the carheart-clad cowboy resting on his rusted Silverado.
The longer you live as a C-Suite executive, the harder it is to empathize with the lifestyle and motivations of an hourly worker.
There is a decaying, deadening shallowness that seeps in during all this waiting. There is always something else coming. From year to year and hour to hour there is some new horizon promising that when you get to the top of that hill, then you’ll be happy.
If we’re honest, most of us are tormented by the fear that, “If I don’t publicize who I am, no one will know, and I’ll never become what I could have been.”
God pays special regard to life’s “losers.”
Our challenge, in a universe of digital perspectives, is not a quantity of sources, but allowing both sides their day in court.
Systems and individuals live in a symbiotic, cyclical relationship, where individuals shape systems, and then individuals are shaped by systems
We don’t like to talk about the power of families because, frankly, there’s not much we can do about it.
Real life isn’t glitzy and glamorous. Real life doesn’t come with a filter. Real life is cleaning up dishes and returning that shirt that looked better online.
“Does the Lord have as great a delight in stars of Bethlethem and posting Christmas eve photos as He does in obeying the voice of the Lord?”
By tethering absolute truth to the foresail of consensus, we have not thereby matured beyond the chaos of relativism. Rather, we are resigning ourselves to perpetual uncertainty – a life driven and tossed by the wind.
Surely no one imagines that equity is some sort of nightmarish carbon copied cul-de-sac, where everyone lives in the same type of house, wears the same clothes, drives the same car, and goes to the same schools?