We are connected

About the time you read this, I will have just left my Euro­pean sis­ter... we vis­ited Amy and her fam­ily in their now native Belgium.

I love her. We get along well. We have had our times of dif­fer­ences, but for the most part now we truly enjoy each other. It is a bit heart-breaking that we live so far apart.

Any­how, this art­work is from the out­side of a pack­age she sent. She re-used a pack­age our mom sent her. (Mom died around two years ago.) Amy can make art out of almost anything.

Thanksgiving

I know that it’s a long way from Thanks­giv­ing. But I’m thank­ful today. Two years ago, My mom passed away. I am thank­ful for her life and the indeli­ble influ­ence she had on me.

(This was a let­ter to the edi­tor of The Dal­las Morn­ing News that she got pub­lished on Thanks­giv­ing Day, 2000. You can see that she shared my love of writing.)

Super encouragement

You never know when the past will meet the present.

Two week­ends weeks ago, we attended the grad­u­a­tion cer­e­mony for our dear friend Ste­fani. Lit­tle did I know, but that day the pas­tor from my junior high and high school years was being given an hon­orary doc­tor­ate. He also gave the com­mence­ment address (excel­lent).

After the cer­e­mony, Heather, Rachel and I went to greet both him and his wife. They were super nice! I told them how their influ­ence on my life so many years ago was still last­ing to this day.

Moral of the story? You may be mak­ing an impact on some­one today — and that impact may last a long time.

(The hor­ri­ble photo is from my cel phone — but that is the cou­ple, on stage.)

Love instead

Coexist bumper stickerIf you’re in North Amer­ica, you will have seen the pop­u­lar “Coex­ist” bumper sticker. I don’t like it.

Why? Coex­ist means to tol­er­ate. And tol­er­ate means to barely get along with.

I would pro­pose a bet­ter sticker: “Love.” I think it’s much bet­ter to aspire to lov­ing those who believe dif­fer­ently than we do — rather than sim­ply liv­ing with them on the same street.

What would it take to love peo­ple dif­fer­ent than us? That’s your home­work. It may take a few days to fig­ure out.

Credit goes to a Pol­ish graphic designer, Piotr Mlodoze­niec, who designed the first coex­ist image.

The big 2–0

20th

Today marks 20 years of mar­riage. Heather is an amaz­ing woman, and God has blessed us to stay together this long! We have caused each other some pain — and shared much joy too. Life is tough, but it’s a won­der­ful thing to be able to share it inti­mately and in a long-term way with another.

I am thank­ful — both to Heather and to God.

ps Michael Hyatt has some great reflec­tions on longevity here.

The mutant mint

mutant-mint

We went out to eat the other week and I grabbed a mint on the way out the door. Indeed, it was a mint-and-a-half.

That reminded me of my dad’s coin col­lec­tion. He used to love col­lect­ing mutant coins that were mis-stamped in pro­duc­tion. Sadly, in a sibling’s divorce, that col­lec­tion was lost to the errant spouse.

Take­away: what does this mean to us? Well, a few things:

1. How can we accept the “mutant” peo­ple around us?

2. How can we not just accept them — but appre­ci­ate the ways they approach life dif­fer­ently than we do?

3. This brings me to why I hate the word “tol­er­ance”. That implies just putting up with some­one. Isn’t it much bet­ter to love that some­one? Even if it’s really hard to love them, the rewards can out­weigh the pain.