Last week, looking out the back window of our house, I saw our dog Hobbs standing over the carcass of a possum. He was sniffing it cautiously and had a “what do I do now?” look about him. Finally, he walked away, disappointed with the end of his chase. As he was leaving, I saw […]
A friend recently stopped by the house for dinner and we had the most fascinating conversation. As we talked, he told me he’d recently been attacked on the air by Glenn Beck. Fascinatingly, he was the second friend I’d had over for dinner who’d recently been attacked by Glenn Beck. But both of them had the same story. As he pulled up the YouTube video, I couldn’t help but wonder whether Glenn Beck even knew what either of my friends were about. Beck demonized my friend without the slightest understanding of what he represented or stood for, which looked nothing like what Beck was railing against.
Aside from a hawk I accidentally shot out of the sky with a BB gun once, I’ve never gone hunting. After seeing that first sentence written out, I guess it doesn’t even count. I think I’d like it, though.
Friends of mine who are hunters describe most of the experience as being ready and waiting in nature. They’ll wait hours, days, and even entire seasons before they finally have a kill. If you talk to someone who is not a hunting enthusiast, they might dismiss this as “sitting around in the woods.” And on paper, they aren’t too far off.
The edits came back last month on my newest book and I was thrilled. The changes weren’t going to be too difficult and most of the feedback was positive. I figured I could set aside a few mornings, wrap up the book and sent it in.
I’m not the hardest working person in my industry, not even close. I don’t get up at 5:00am to bike 30 miles. I don’t drink wheatgrass everyday. I don’t put in 60 hours a week at the office.
I’m ambitious, sure, but my goal isn’t to be the best, or even the most successful. My goal is to have staying power. Through rain, sleet, and snow, I aim to outlast everyone.
Good art enters the soul, appeals to the heart, and makes new ideas plausible.
I don’t remember the exact time and place I first heard the statement above, but I do remember my first experience with the transforming power of art.
More often than I prefer, I find myself in a conversation with somebody who thinks they know me.
Most recently, it was with a stranger who’d read a couple of my books. Passively, they began talking about the dangers of post-modernity and the emerging church. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes.
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