Do You? For years as I suffered from an unresolved life of past personal pain, it was impossible to simply sit alone with my thoughts. Without chaotic distractions my mind would begin to rumble before churning into full-blown danger mode. My remedy was to stay distracted with other distracting thoughts, activities or people. To put it redundantly, it was distracting. Fleeing Through the years I trained as an endurance athlete, I was told most do it to flee from something. I t
That really makes no sense, does it?
How can I have more of something if I’m always giving away something? Making Sense Of course in the natural world it would not make sense, but we’re talking about God’s supernatural blessings and His anointing oil. The more you bless others, the more blessed you become. It could be a compliment or an offer to pay someone’s utility bill. It’s the act of giving that matters more than what it is that you give. CLICK & ALLOW ME TO GIVE YOU A
Know Peace I’ve been there, and I get it! Actually, I still find myself there, but I’ve become so much better at not staying there. While we like to envision our lives as a series of never-ending upward trajectories, the reality is, sometimes we roll over from one rut to the next. Ruts can be comfortable and definitely habit forming. But we were made for so much more. By “more,” I don’t mean material things, titles, promotions and money. The more I mean is peace. Peace is an
Is there really such a thing as a stupid question? While most of my school years were spent feeling too embarrassed to actually raise my hand in class for fear that I would indeed be the one student in the history of education to ask that “stupid question,” I’d like to ask one now. “Can I ask a question?” Seems simple, right? Well, unless you ask something stupid, then not only shouldn’t you have asked, but you’ll suffer the consequences for asking. Suffer? Consequences? Huh?
I graduated high school in 1983 and attended college during the same decade. It was an era of incredible music and of course the unforgettable, mullet. Now I’m not saying whether I did or didn’t sport one, but the beauty is in the dual nature of the style. Unfortunately, we can live our life in that same double nature if we’re more focused on what other people can see as opposed to what’s on the inside. God was quick to remind the prophet Samuel that while we look at what’s o
Stuck In My Mind I think that slogan was once a car’s commercial theme song. I can hear it in the back of my mind as I wright this. But maybe that’s the point of what I’m about to share. Our society has been commercially inundated for decades. We’re driven by media, movies and myth. Escaping into fantasy has become our normal life. Living vicariously through our favorite actors, athletes and television personalities has kinda taken the place of being the individual we were me
I wanted to go but I just didn’t have the time or the money. That’s been the story most of my adult life, so what did I do? I did something about it. It’s hard for men to take off of work and bear the burden of traveling to workshops focused on them. I reached out to my closest and most trusted brothers in Christ and asked them to join me bringing the best men’s workshop directly to you. April 6 and 7, 2020, we’re hosting over 20 top influencers from pastors to firefighters.
“Tell me who you spend time with and I will tell you who you are.” ~ Goethe The Myth You’ve seen the commercials. Guys kicking it on the golf course, at the beach, chasing the ladies out on the town, or confessing their sins to one another. What, you’ve not seen the last scenario in the media? That’s odd. Men struggle making friends with other men. Maybe it’s the alpha male, leader of the pack mentality that stands in the way of becoming true companions, but men today are mor
25 Days of 31: Broken and Blue “How long does it take you to write a book?”
I’ve been asked that often. My reply for a full-length novel is about 30 days for the first rough draft. Lifetime This book, Broken and Blue has taken about 30 years. No, not because I wrote it slow, but because it’s the story of most of my life. I don’t mean the chronological account, but the parts that affected me most – the good and the bad. Police work takes a heavy toll, but it’s often the life
No, not the gray hair or the lines etched strategically across my weathered face. What I finally see is what’s no longer there. It’s Not There The hard, stone-faced expression that held hollow eyes that had seen too much. Or the worried frown from a quarter century of digesting everyone else’s trauma without healing from my own. I don’t see the rigidity in my battered frame from a life of hypervigilance, hard physical abuse through specialized training or living on a few hour
FIT@50: Let Your Light Shine You know that bright blue LED light that glares from the small window at the top of your scale? Well, I’ve not seen mine in over a week. Why? Because I suspect it’s going to tell on me. Therefore, I’ve refused to allow it’s little light to shine. It probably needs to be punished for the naughty thing it’s just dying to reveal. I’ve changed up my eating habits over the last several month. I’ve gone from over 265 to the last time I let that light sh
FIT@50 This was fun. Going to the gym and not really sure where to move to get out of everyone’s way. So there’s this guy, big guy, and he’s pushing the earth off his chest on the bench press. There’s like two feet of space between him and the other guy grunting like he’s trapped in a mouse hole with an angry cat on his trail. I grab a kettlebell and begin doing something useless to warm up that involved a lot of bending and stretching, but just shy of becoming a Richard Simm
FIT@50 After a few visits to the gym, I’ve finally started to feel like I’m actually working out as opposed to struggling to get by. But oh that old devil that resides besides each encouraging thought. No sooner had I set the dumbells into the rack did I drop onto the padded bench to take a breather. I felt good about the effort. Then my eyes scanned over to the “dark side” of the weight rack. You know, the lower rack where the big, heavy dumbbells sit. I heard the whisper, “
FIT@50 Several years ago I began to journal my journey toward turning 50. It was intended to encourage a move for getting back into top shape. Instead, it became a reflection of maturing into the next 50 years. So here we are almost 3 years since my 50th birthday, and although life has been a blessing, I’ve done nothing to restore my health other than relying on great genetics. As the body would soon tell, living a sedentary work-from-home lifestyle eventually overcame DNA. E
FIT@50 / week 60 Freedom: “It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.” Voltaire, the 18th century poet said. We strap many chains about us at various times in our lives. Some are born unto us, most others are self adorned. In my quest to become FIT, I’ve worked to identify the chains continuing to hold me back, or down. It’s easy to know that ice cream every night is a negative restrainer from losing weight. But it’s not always simple to see the internal chain
FIT@50 / week 39 Let’s Walk The water in the background is Bayou Lafourche. Growing up in Cajun Country I swam in that bayou, paddled a pirogue in that bayou, fished in that bayou and played in that bayou. I never once in 50 years ever walked across that bayou. Not until recently. It was a Saturday festival downtown and we looked for the rare space to park. I suggested we walk. And we did. About half way across I stopped and told Liliana Hart it was the first time I ever walk
FIT@50 \ week 19 Sidelined Growing up playing every sport imaginable, the idea of being sidelined was inconceivable. As I’ve grown more “fit”, the idea of shining light on others while supporting from the bench is amazing. I considered what a difference a week makes. We were in NYC for a thriller writers’ conference dominated by a different crowd – okay, it’s still very much a boys club. Liliana Hart stood aside as authors introduced themselves to discuss crime and mystery w
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Broken: Don’t Do It “They broke me.”
Those words were hard to hear. “I know. It’s what they do,” was all I could say.
The somber, wooden expression in my friend’s face showed what two decades of service could do to even the most dedicated. Some professions require a certain adherence to its culture, although not part of the official policy. Mavericks, self-starters and long-haired freaky people need not apply. Unfortunately, the conflict between old school
FIT@50 \ week 14 Balance Thursday night at a family birthday supper my niece said how odd it looked to see a wedding ring on my hand. I said it throws me off balance. Then I thought about what I said. There’s a weight associated with this ring. It’s called balance. To shift from decades of doing what I wanted, when I wanted to coordinating daily calendars for meeting the needs of the family took balance. Shifting gears from an “I want” to “We need” has been easier than I woul
This past weekend, Liliana Hart and I joined our most favorite team to challenge ourselves and each other in an adventure run. Team Us enjoyed the planning, and kidding about how we’d perform. We even had fun picking out a “noticeable” team jersey. There was no trophy to collect or hostage to rescue. There were only 3.2 miles of mud, cargo nets, rain and laughter to maneuver through. The shirts dirtied, but the smiles brightened as Team Us pulled together for an amazing race