The courageous story of John Shear won the community vote last week. What about this week?
Largely unnoticed in European history books is the tiny French village of Le Chambon. Mountainous, impoverished, and easily overlooked, the small town of Le Chambon represents a miracle of compassion.
During the four years of the German occupation of France in the 1940’s, this sleepy town assisted nearly five thousand Jews, most of them children, to navigate Nazi-occupied France into neutral Switzerland. Under the leadership of a local minister named Andre Trocme, hundreds of ordinary Chambonnais risked certain death to rescue, house, and forge identities for the Jewish refugees of World War II.
This week my master, Don, is on his honeymoon with his new wife. He asked me if I would take over his blog today, and since I am a man’s best friend, I agreed. In the spirit of marriage, weddings and love I thought I would share about how I learned to love and be loved.
It’s simple really. I pretty much like everybody. I don’t like them instantly, though, but if they show the slightest bit of niceness I like them immediately after and I like them a lot. When somebody first [...]
Saying no. Do you really need another lesson on it? Yes, you do. Why? Because no matter how many times someone stands up and tells us we need to pace ourselves, say no more often, reserves our yes’s, we do it really well for about an hour and a half and then we are back to over-committing our lives.
A few weeks ago, my wife and I locked our keys in the car during church, with the car running. We didn’t realize it until about two hours later as we were about to head to lunch.
So we did the only thing we knew to do. We called a locksmith, who arrived about 30 minutes later. But when he pulled in, we got nervous. As if the idea of breaking into our car wasn’t enough of a concern, when I caught a glimpse of him, my concern grew. He pulled into the parking lot and I swore he was still in high school.
When I was in a group-therapy session once, the therapist took us outside, into a field where there was a horse. She’d placed a half dozen, sealed buckets of oats around the field and said if we wanted to walk the horse we should pick up a bucket in one hand, then guide the horse anywhere we wanted.
When we were done, we could offer the bucket and the horse to somebody else in our group.
In my mid-twenties, I somehow stumbled into the position of running a publishing company. It was a fun few years for me. I fell in love with books during the time, and am grateful to still be in the industry, these days as a writer, of course.
I don’t know what led me to do it, but one day I decided the company would become more grateful.
I bought several boxes of thank-you cards and gave one to each member of the staff (we were tiny, so this was no big deal) and asked if we’d be willing to write a thank-you card to somebody every day until our boxes were empty [...]
I used to love to-do lists. Honestly. I might have even had a small obsession with them. I would wake up each morning and make my list for the day, and then I would live and die by that list. Sometimes I would even add something I had already done to the list, just so I could enjoy the feeling of crossing it off.
In fact, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but sometimes I would even write something like “brush your teeth” or “call your sister” on the list, and then cross it off, just to feel the pure satisfaction of having done something.
It wasn’t until recently I realized to-do lists were a problem for me.
I was pretty proud of myself when I made a picture frame once.
The reason I was so proud is that I had to overcome so many obstacles to build it.
First, it took me a while to find just the right wood. Then I went to the store and bought an expensive circular saw to make a couple mitered cuts. Then I had to buy some expensive wood glue and then even more expensive clamps to hold the pieces I cut together. After a couple days and a whole bunch of money, I stood with a pile of tools behind me holding the crooked frame I’d built.
Let me tell you about a couple guys who moved from San Diego and from the Pacific Northwest to Gulu, Uganda this year who are building an entire school campus – out of dirt!