We are hurtling through life. At least that’s what it feels like to me. I find myself constantly shocked that we are halfway through a month or at another change of seasons or I realize that I am more than two thirds through my life. (Three fourths?!)
It’s not that I am sad about it…just a little panicked.
And every time I have one of those moments of time orientation, I tend to do an inventory of what has gone before in the days, weeks and even years preceding. This is one of those moments.
In a few days it will have been three full years since I stepped away from many decades of service as a pastor to local congregations. In June of 2020 I did not retire, I reloaded and launched Destinyworks. Since then, I have spoken to thousands and coached nearly a hundred people in matters of calling, well-being and leadership. In these past 36 months I’ve had a number of realizations about you, me and all our fellow rapid travelers. Some of these realizations are alarming, some are heartening, and some have steeled my convictions about what we all need to survive and thrive in this world.
Oh, and I should add that I, personally, have been undergoing a significant renovation of my own soul. Kind of like a pilgrimage. Maybe more like an adventure.
So, I invite you to sit with me for the next few weeks as I journal my inventory of the last three years. I’ll share observations, realizations, convictions and AHAs! I’d ask that you join in with me, cataloging your own reflections or reactions to mine. I’d love to share your insights with others.
Here, then, are some of my random observations while hurtling through life:
- A person living with a calling is an absolute force of nature.
- I’ve found the missing part of my brain and I’m thrilled!
- Our deep past holds the keys to our future destiny.
- We are still not OK.
- “I see in you…” are the most powerful words in the world.
- Our focus has been stolen and I think it is gone for good.
- The most important gift you can give a boy is heroism.
- We all believe that someone is out to get us and we’re angry about it.
- Pastors are an endangered species.
- What we’re going through is not a snowstorm. It’s not a winter season. We’ve entered a new ice age.
I’d better stop while I’m ahead. The more I sit here, the more observations emerge. This may turn into a book! But I do want to muse on these and maybe more realizations in the weeks ahead.
Some of you have been a part of my newsletter and blog community for nearly three years! Thank you to the many people who have written emails, sent texts or stopped me in person to express appreciation. And thank you for the many times you’ve forwarded a post to another person you believe needed to hear it!
Stay tuned in the weeks ahead as I go into detail on my reflections. And stay in touch! Is there any way I can help or serve you or your organization? Just let me know!
“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December before it’s June. My goodness, how the time has flown. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss