Stephen Mansfield tells about an African bishop describing what churches were doing in a difficult part of Africa. After the sermon-report, the bishop was asked why things he described were not happening in this country.

“Here is the reason…you Americans study your God. We Africans worship ours. You get smarter. We get changed. And then we change the world around us.

“By doing rather than merely studying, we create a culture. Newcomers and the young feed on that culture. They watch. They do. They, too, are changed. Our culture expands. You Americans create a system of thought. The most you ask is that people contemplate new ideas. You might ask them to give or to sometimes attend meetings, but no contagious culture is created. Nothing is offered to newcomers and the young but thoughts. So they think. They don’t do.”     (Mansfield’s Book of Manly Men. Nelson Books 2013)

I don’t know when that was said. It is overstated and generalized, but on target or fairly close.

 “We are changed. We craft a contagious culture. People feed on this culture and change the world.”

That is stimulating and motivating. Leading edge business people and pastoral-entrepreneurs talk a lot about establishing and maintaining their specific culture. A. R. Bernard is the founder, Senior Pastor and CEO of Christian Cultural Center (CCC) located in Brooklyn, New York. The church includes about 40,000 members. When the church was established, Bernard challenged them to include the word “culture” in the name. He was not establishing an art center; he was calling forth people who would inculcate and spread the New Testament culture.

Jeff Goins is a writer, blogger, podcaster, entrepreneur. His book, The Art of Work is one of the best on work, calling and vocation. The subtitle: “A Proven Path to Discovering What You Were Meant to Do.” The best part of the book (for me) is his discussion on apprenticeship and the place of guilds in an earlier century. If a person wanted to pursue a craft, they joined themselves to a mentor-teacher. They became an apprentice and then a journeyman working to become a master.

“Atelier” is a French word meaning “workshop.” In the Middle Ages, these workshops were where artists watched and were taught by applying what they had observed. They were in a distinct culture. The idea of “Atelier” has guided me through my Southwood series and Quest House thinking. Inspiring spiritual curiosity, building places of examination and questioning, making room for risking, trying and repair.

I heard this weekend:

• If you want to increase your faith, get around people of faith.
• If we were going to stop living poor, we had to change our thinking.
• You will pursue the anointing of the person whose anointing you most admire.

All of that is accomplished in specific cultures. Every organization has its own culture. Some are destructive, some ruthlessly guard the status quo, while others celebrate people and risking and practicing correctly.

“A good apprenticeship isn’t about an exchange of information; it’s about passing on the skill of the master and multiplying it.” Jeff Goins The Art of Work (Nelson Books, 2015).

In the 1700s, Arthur Guinness laid out his Five Pillars of Success. The first is, “Discern the ways of God and business,” which sounds a lot like “Find what God is doing and join Him.” If I correctly read the times, the campaign of Bernie Sanders indicates a desire to be part of a movement that makes a difference.

In my book Carafe Conspiracy, an Atelier is built at Southwood. It has several suites where apprenticeship happens. Where does God seem to be calling people to become equipped to live their own lives but to grow into journeymen and masters?

•  Purpose
• Fathering
• Marriage/divorce/children of divorce
• Healing of shame and wounds.
• Healing of depression, anxiety—learning and using good coping skills
• Finances—how to: make as much as you can, save as much as you can, give as much as you can.
• How to make a difference

There are several suites in that Southwood building. We have space available. If the culture was guided by affirmation and validation what skill/ability  would you add? Because you needed to learn? Because you have an idea? Because your heart beats faster when you think about the difference your knowledge could make?

“Are you raising great kids or raising kids to be great adults?” Andy Andrews. Who are you including in your tribe who can help you be all you want your life to be? Mentors, apprentices, journeymen, masters?

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Stephen Mansfield was in Damascus on his way to work with a relief ministry. Something was wrong with his passport so he was stuck. A friend, who is a member of the Syrian parliament, heard he was stranded and found him. The friend took him to officials who could help and then took him to his Orthodox church. The Syrian friend wanted to show off his American friend and to put that American next to his local friends. Ultimately, they ended up on the roof of a hotel in downtown Damascus with a dozen Arab men.

“That’s where I became a man,” the writer says.

Nadeem decided to host a small party over Mansfield’s objection.

“I found myself…surrounded by high-ranking government officials, their submachine gun-toting bodyguards, several expensively dressed businessmen, and one man in a shemagh—the traditional Arab cloth headdress—who looked to me as thought he had just come in from the desert. Of course, the desert was about three blocks away.

“Nadeem…began introducing me to his friends, and he insisted I recount my life since birth along with everything he and I had ever discussed. This got the party started, meaning we spoke to each other as well as we could—which was badly—while we ate cashews the size of a man’s thumb and bowls of watermelon. Some of the older ones smoked the nargillah, the intriguing Arab water pipe often called a hookah. All were gracious and interested.”

Because they had limited understanding of each other’s language, the conversation lagged. That motivated the fellow wearing the shemagh to lean forward and ask a question.

“There was great wonder in his face, as though he was inquiring about one of the great mysteries of God.

“‘A son. Do you have?’ I’m telling you every man on that roof stopped what he was doing and turned to hear my answer.

“ ‘I do,’ I replied.”

“ ‘Ah,’ he grew excited. ‘His name?’

“Jonathan,’ I answered.

“The man slapped his knee and shouted, ‘Aha!’ Then you have a new name! You are Abujon!’ Suddenly, there was a lot of smiling and head nodding and Arab voices one on top of the other.

“They could tell I didn’t understand. Nadeem tried to explain. Apparently, when an Arab man has a son, his name changes. From that moment on, he is addressed with a combination of Abu, which means father, and the name of his son. Apparently, Arabs consider fatherhood so important that once a man becomes a father to a son, he is honored for it the rest of his life.

“So I became Abujon.

“When this was announced that rooftop erupted. Men started shaking my hand and slapping me on the back. Food arrived by the platter-full: the best lamb I have ever had and a dozen types of baklava. It just wouldn’t end. After a while, music sounded from somewhere, and several of the men started teaching me an Arab dance, one holding his submachine gun in his other hand. It was a night! Finally, at three or four in the morning, they drove me back to my hotel and backslapped me out the car door.

“ ‘Gooooodnyett, Abujon.’

“I went to my room, as spent as I was, I sat up for hours longer staring out the window at the brilliant Damascus night. Something had happened to me. I could feel it but couldn’t put words to it.

“It came to me a day or two later. At first it was a great sadness, and then it became a ferocity and strength that has never left me. … Never before in all of my life had I ever been welcomed into the fellowship of men. Not once. Not ever. Nor had I ever undergone any sort of ritual to mark any of the important turning points in my life as a man. No one had ever said to me, ‘Congratulations. You are now a man among men.

“Frankly, I didn’t know I needed to hear it.

“When the moment finally did come, it was a gift of Arab men who issued the welcome with hardly a word. They named me. They celebrated me. They gave me gifts. They made it clear they understood. They counted me as one of their own.”

“Mansfield’s Book of Manly Men” by Stephen Mansfield, (2013 Nelson Books)

Carole and I were having a discussion about yesterday’s post which referenced this. It didn’t speak to her and we questioned whether men would read this. Our discussion was interrupted by the police scanner announcing a non-medical emergency on a street corner we could see from our kitchen window. The police were on their way to help a man in a life-death crisis. I did not know the man, but I knew that whatever was going on, it had to do with his perception that he was a failure as a man. It may have been work-related, or marriage or parenting, it didn’t matter. It was that he was feeling like a loser as a man.

Only a man or group of men can confer manhood onto a boy or another man. Mansfield talks about this in the book.  The book is currently on sale at Amazon Kindle. It will help mothers and wives understand.

Abudoug

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When John Adams and Thomas Jefferson were running against each other for the presidency, the Adams’ campaign put an ad in the paper: “Adams—God; Jefferson—no God.” That was one nasty ad among several.

It has been going on since the beginning of the republic. I am totally disgusted with it. I can’t believe that a grown man would publically trash someone’s momma. That is grounds for a thrashing! And I wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Bush gets at it! I can’t imagine Jeb doing it, but what if he intentionally started trashing Mr. Trump’s mother? Or had no monitor on his use of vulgarity in the presence of a Trump daughter and/or wife?

A friend celebrated her mother on this the sixth anniversary of her home going: “Thanks, Mother, for the high standards you taught us, and for leading us in paths of righteousness.”

Bill Johnson is senior pastor of Bethel Church in Redding, California. That church has been a cutting edge church. He was asked last Sunday at the celebration of his 20th year as senior pastor what influences he brought to his leadership. He talked about his father who pastored during the influx of the Hippie era and the Jesus Movement. “He built a ‘culture of honor.’” Every person was honored. That culture does not always come without cost. At one point, the choice to honor everyone cost Bethel Church 1000 attendees in one week. Long run: the decision to honor drew many more than it cost.

“Honoring one another,” is what is lacking in this mud-slinging cage fight called an election. The culture of honor. I don’t know how the details work out in this political election madness, I just sense we have watched our society turn into a vicious habit of dishonor—in social media and the news. Our shattered society needs better.

There are candidates I wouldn’t want in my house, let alone the White House. Would they use those words when addressing my wife or talking about my family?

My primary concern is not about teaching politicians how to honor and be honorable. My concern is me building a culture of honor in my own sphere of influence.

Miss Linda gives us some guidance in sorting this out. Her mother exemplified and taught… “…high standards and leading in the paths of righteousness.” The more I have thought about this the broader and more intense the call to honoring, building high standards and teaching the path’s of righteousness by honoring God, honoring others and honoring self. I have witnessed the results of Linda’s mother’s demand for “high standards” which played out and paid off in excellence.

I want a level-headed person having access to the nuclear code and the red phone. I want a person who has a wide circle of wise counselors as the immigration policy is set. I want integrity and toughness in the Commander In Chief. But high on the scale is a person who is honorable and given to honoring.

Pope Francis said The Donald is not a Christian because Christians don’t build walls. I applauded when several of the other Republican candidates came to Mr. Trump’s defense. An honorable thing to do.

The Pope’s unfortunate timing—this being the opening of baseball spring training. Going to be some fence clearing.

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There has been so much noise lately I’ve had no desire to add to it.
I like the political process. One of my friends posted she doesn’t like political discussions. They upset her and make her sad. It is not the discussions that are puke-ish. It is the non-discussion—the grenade throwing.

Social media has become a sewer of snarky, hateful and bad-mannered negativity. One of my favorite Christian writers has posted some nasty comments about all others who oppose her candidate. I’m not sure I will buy another of her books—her comments have damaged her worthiness to influence my thinking.

This morning I read a few pages from a Quaker book on silence. I then worked my way through several pages of Twitter. With some exceptions, the political comments were nothing but noise. NOISE! Not helpful, insightful or even good for my ears to hear—just noise.

I haven’t chosen who to vote for. The list is growing shorter. I won’t even listen to anyone who does not exhibit civility. Civility—does not use guttural language, treats others respectfully even when the opponent is talking craziness, chooses to debate not sling vitriol at opponents. I am waiting for a debater to say, “Alfred, help me understand what you mean and how it will work when you say….” If the idea is nonsensible—as some of them are—the opponent will grease his/her own slide into oblivion.
I thought Christie’s “…there it is…” to Rubio was clever, perfectly timed and for the moment the exactly right thing. In the long run it may have hurt the Governor.

Stephen Mansfield’s book is now available—“Ask it.” Mansfield says more than anything we need a statesman—a Churchillian type leader. Of the viable candidates, who would that be?

A rhetorical question which I think we know the answer: Has our culture and society become so base that to cut through the verbal clutter, a speaker has to use the f-word to get people’s attention? And no one calls him down! I remember when the words, “Not in the presence of women and children!” pulled speech back from the sludge. Dear God, the barbarians have entered the conversation. Maybe even paid big bucks to perform on half-time shows. (Incidentally, Beyonce did not arbitrarily decide to do all that stuff. Some higher-ups who can’t do choreography made that decision.)

One line from a reporter cleared the fog for me: “Is this a person who you want to be a role model for your children?” The next president must accomplish much with international terror, energy, education and 6 million other things. He or she must also find ways to do what John Wesley did: Repair the manners of the people.

Trying to avoid the noise and slop.

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Depot is available from Smashwords and on the way to Barnes & Noble and other outlets.

I read recently that a writer’s initial job is to invite people to join the adventure. In case you missed the innuendo, come join the tribe. Begin to see your life as an adventure and your tribe as players in the drama and share your adventure with me.

More than a thousand times people tell me concerts and seminars, “You are making up those stories.” No. If so, I would make them better. We went to a funeral a few days ago and saw a former family member we haven’t seen for 30 years. She came to the funeral to see us. It was wild! We heard stories! (I didn’t know a person could talk for 52 minutes without taking a breath. While I was taking notes on my inner clip board.)

Tell me the adventure of being you this week. I said grace over a meal from the band stand in a bar recently. That was interesting. The funeral was sad and out of my tradition, but I experienced God’s presence. That was part of the adventure. Did I tell you about going to a coffee shop where they were cooking with curry, onions, garlic and other herbs? The adventure of trying to recapture my best winter coat from a horrible smell wasn’t funny, but it will explain why that coat is hanging in the middle of our kitchen if you should visit and wonder.

It is not a starving ego that makes me believe that “The Adventure of being Dean” is of value. I believe my experiences rung through story telling or my slightly-bent inner interpreter will teach us something that will bring added value to both of us. Let’s look at the day we left home early to beat the blizzard.

An experienced diver in Jupiter, Florida, put a shark into a trance so he could remove a hook from its mouth.

What does a working “anti-establishment” presidency look like? Someone has to convene the meeting and write checks to pay the light bill. We are not an absolute democracy which means we do not gather the entire population or membership to vote whether to pay each invoice or to fuel Air Force One. How does an anti-establishment presidency get the coffee made, floors swept and the kids to school on time? (Metaphorically speaking.)

One of the anti-establishment candidates is using the word “revolution” frequently. Does that word mean a movement or anarchy? Vince Lombardi began each training camp holding a ball and instructing the team: “This is a football.”

Back to the metaphors. Every four years, the Supreme Court—or someone—should get out the Constitution and say, “This is the Constitution.” You boys and girls can do almost anything you want (no eye-gouging or deflating) as long as you stay within the wide markers of this document. We are a republic and our economic system is capitalism.

Does an anti-establishment presidency just change who makes up the establishment?

I’ve been thinking about paradigms. A line from the “Family Ties” TV series. The teenage girl is making a case to her parents for her boyfriend: “Great citizen! He has already done 10,000 hours of community service.” A paradigm is bias in concrete. The bias may be good and accurate or stupid. The paradigm limits how we see reality beyond our own mind.

I meandered through a huge bookstore the other day while in a trance. I wanted a very good book for very little money. I kinda woke up in the Current Issues department with all the books by presidential candidates. Since I want to know the vision of each candidate, I would read every book. But not at cover price! A clerk was moving books around. I asked him how soon he thought the prices would drop on the “gone home” candidates. It was an effort at snarky repartee. He missed the cleverness. In explaining that not even store managers know ahead of time, he began making comments about each of the candidates. He doubted that Bernie’s book would ever go on sale. Then he landed on Dr. Ben Carson.

“The only reason he is running is for the book deals.”

And then the clerk told me a story from Mrs. Carson’s book which he concluded disqualified both Mr. and Mrs. Carson from everything, including membership in the garden club. Dr. Carson?!

In it for the book deals? What paradigm is that clerk stuck in? He can’t think a thought outside what he absolutely knows is true. It may be about physicians, all Republicans, Black people or a dozen other things. No one will ever convince him differently.

The diver successfully removed the hook from the shark’s mouth. If a shark can be put into a trance, how about humanoids?

It is a dangerous question, but necessary: What am I not getting right? Or, Am I thinking straight?

Regularly questioning your pet paradigms may be the greatest adventure of all. And most important.

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Billionaire Charles Koch projects a non-profit organization to “revitalize civil society.” Its initial efforts will focus on poverty and educational quality.

I know very little about the Koch brothers. I know they put a lot of money into Republican causes and candidates and they look like the source of all things evil to people on the Left. I don’t know enough about them to have an opinion. The headline reminded me of two others who used that kind of language. William Wilberforce dedicated his life to outlawing slavery. The other is John Wesley who had a two-pronged mission:

To spread scriptural holiness throughout the land, and to change the manners of the nation.

Wilberforce was a politician with access to the smoke-filled rooms and back hallways of England. Wesley’s preaching, teaching and small group skills impacted politics and almost every part of culture and society.

I wonder what the drunks and addicts and people at the legal edges thought when they heard the mission statements of Wilberforce, Wesley and their companions. Wesley’s peers in his own denomination didn’t invite him to preach in their pulpits.

I went to a Chris Christie town hall meeting yesterday. Every person running for President except Mr. Trump was in our city or within 50 miles. One of our tribe members had breakfast with Rick Perry. It sounds like Bernie had the largest crowd.

I like Christie. Liking him and voting for him may not be the same. He made us all (200-250 in a coffee shop) feel comfortable. He was funny and answered questions proficiently. He interacted with people with what appeared to be authenticity. As some of my friends would say, with politicians who can tell?
The lady standing next to me told me she is voting for Bernie. She had been to the morning Rubio event. She had been to several of the candidates’ events. I asked her as many questions as possible. Each answer came with a statement: “Under no circumstance would I vote for….” She said, “They all have a vision.”

I wonder what Bernie Sander’s vision is. He is a self-proclaimed socialist. Does he then, have a vision of no private enterprise? No private property? Collectives? There ain’t no free lunch and there will be no free college. Someone will pay. I want to hear his vision as it fits in our form of government and economic system. Socialism and capitalism are mutually exclusive. Can a socialist honestly say yes to the question asked on Inauguration Day? In this age of kick in the door and ‘em out, I have a clue why Bernie is appealing. But, his vision…?

Listening to the questions yesterday, most, if not all, were about Christie’s plan to maintain the status quo or what he would do to help my special interest group—most of them certainly worthy. I may have to read his book to capture his vision other than we’re going to be different than the past 7 years.

The debates are made of soundbytes and gotcha moments. I think both slates of candidates have effectively “disqualified” each other. Most people will vote the same ticket they have always voted and will pick candidates on the basis of their smile. I get it why my friends and family will caucus for and vote for their choices.

I’m in the undecided pile. I’m also in the group that is sick of the snarky cynicism and stupid attack ads. The lady next to me struggled a bit when I asked if she had heard “visions” in the gathering she attended. She finally said she had.

Which of the candidates would you trust to do what Wilberforce and Wesley set out to accomplish? Especially about improving the manners of society. Whose view of propriety is acceptable to you? No executive order will fix what is wrong with our society nor realign our culture. Whose vision?

The feeling that dominated yesterday’s event for me—and it was a feeling that “settled over me.” When I saw the TV up-link truck, the “suits” and guys talking into their cufflinks, I knew this was not just a coffee klatch. I was overwhelmed by the hugeness of what I was seeing. The guy who looked me in the eye and shook my hand is asking to be the one who will have that index finger on the red button—and sign the executive orders. My intent yesterday was to see the candidate and observe the crowd. Part of the “feeling” is the fear it won’t make much of a difference—without knowing the vision.

I want to help the new Pres to select his/her cabinet. I would select Rick Santorum for Secretary of Passion. I wanted to ask the candidate why he got into public service in the first place and if that passion still resides in his gut.

Stephen Mansfield, who has written bios of George W and President Obama, has a new book releasing in February. “Ask the Question: Why We Must Demand Religious Clarity from Our Presidential Candidates.”
Some of the news people are using the phrase, “Rubio is dropping the ‘J’ word frequently.” The “J word” is Jesus. One of the presidents handed his successor a file card of things he deals with each day and a sheet listing demanding problems that the new president will face “tomorrow.” The out-going president said, “(My successor’s) face turned ghostly white.”

I think the living presidents should call for a period of national prayer prior to the election. They alone know the severity of this election and what the incoming will face. I walked to the car after the meeting yesterday feeling sobered by the “hugeness.” I have not prayed enough for the 21st Century Wilberforce and Wesley who will “revitalize the civil society.”

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At a recent builders and construction product convention, contractors were asked the number one business problem they faced. Seventy-percent said, “Lack of roughers and carpenters.” Skilled workers are hard to find. A “rougher” roughs in a house—frames it.

A man, whose home was manufactured in New Hampshire, then put on pallets and shipped on semis from New Hampshire to the Indiana home site was told by the homebuilder, “The wood we use in the pallets is better than most builders use in their homes. You’ll want to salvage as much of it as you can. Don’t let the framers burn it up.”

We went to a funeral over the weekend. The deceased was one of my oldest friends. I saw other friends I haven’t seen for decades and people who were part of our family 35-40 years ago. We drove through the city of my birth and nearly got lost in neighborhoods that once were my “stompin grounds.”

CHANGE!

I searched people’s faces for a clue—a glimpse in their eyes or a mannerism that would indicate I once knew them. And answered the question, “Did you used to be Dean Benton?”

This is the second time in four months that I’ve made this trip into my past lives. Frankly, it has left me trying to sort through thoughts and feelings I can’t totally name or identify.

I heard so many stories! Had I heard them when they were fresh, I would have done something. Of course, some of them were none of my business, but some could have been. Question is, would my involvement made it better or worse? But, I grieve over the pain those people endured. Much of my vision and mission is to bring healing and new purpose to those whose scars are still red.

Thus far in my processing: the need for roughers and skilled carpenters. A “rougher” frames the building. Their responsibility is not finishing touches or staging. They make sure things are square, straight and will withstand time and usage. They also make sure the finish work will have a solid foundation.
Driving around my home city, landmarks screamed memories at me. Places I didn’t fit. Places I wanted to fit, but couldn’t. Having more roughers might have helped—skilled people who could square things or put a level on weight bearing walls.

A crowd is an opportunity for me to gawk at people. One of the sights was a three-generation family. They were touching each other—arms hooked together and especially the dad’s hand planted protectively and oozing affection—“you are mine and I’m glad” kind of grip.

My latest ebook Depot will be launched within the next two weeks. It is a novel about heritage, destiny and legacy—acts of roughing. The editor says it is a “good book” and added, “good stuff!” Among the important scenes is when Gil and Amanda Adams furnish a house.

We are slightly addicted to HGTV where we watch walls torn down and houses found to be needing repair are renovated. We have a friend who “stages” houses. She wants to do it full time. She knows what to do to “present” a house. Curb appeal from the front door. Thank God there are people in our lives who add to, repair and upgrade.

Needed: Roughers, carpenters, stagers.

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If you’ve been paying attention, I’ve been thinking and studying meditation.. We live 50 miles from the TM capital of the West and that approach has made me leery and nervous, therefore, I had settled on the secular approach. No philosophical or theological connections. The Hindus or Buddhists did not invent meditation nor does meditation automatically pollute your spirit.

My interest in meditation is motivated by my desire to 1. shut down the inner critic and the constant narrative. 2. My mind is always “at the office.” 3. I want to hear God speak. We cannot hear the voice of God clearly while all the other “voices” are screaming for attention. I have rediscovered the Quakers’ approach to silence and worship.

“This quiet, contemplative worship has another component that sets it apart from other spiritual silences. That is, ‘that brazen expectation of hearing the voice of God.’ Quaker (approach to) silence is filled with expectation—expectation that God will speak. When we hear God, our lives are changed.” (“Holy Silence,” J. Brent Bill, Paraclete Press, 2005)

“…that brazen expectation of hearing the voice of God.” (Scott Russell Sanders)

The suggested routine is:
1. Relax your body and mind. (Sit with your spine straight, feet flat on the floor.)
2. Breathe deeply.
3. Focus—abandon multi-tasking for a few moments—put down your book, turn off the TV. Stop your mind from making work lists.
4. Ask your question.
5. Listen—expect to hear God speak. What are the first spontaneous words you hear in your mind-soul or what is the image that comes first in response to your question?
6. Write it down in your journal.
7. Question? Usually, the first six steps are adequate. You may respond with, “Heard it. Now, what does this mean?” When you “hear” God say something that is questionable—move, buy a new car, join the United States Air Force or go work on the Trump Campaign team—ask a spiritual director you trust to listen to what you have “heard.”
This grows out of my research for personal seeking of God as in Matthew 6:33 and Hebrew 11:6 and Section Six of my manuscript “Seizin’ Your Season.”

Questions? Comments?

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Four years ago, I said the same thing: In Iowa, it is difficult to even find your way to the bathroom without stumbling over someone running for president.

This is a bizarre election cycle. From my writing desk I look directly to a bookcase containing books written by every president elected in the USA and a few who wanted to be, but weren’t. With all the anti-establishment rhetoric and alignment, I’m reminded of the Israelites movement rebellion. The scripture says that God gave them what they wanted, but sent with it “leanness of soul.” I’m concerned what we get won’t be what we need.

I haven’t decided who to vote for. I can find something to like in each candidate. In all of the anger, distrust and ranting against everything inside the Beltway, I think Americans want someone to believe in us. In one of my Winston Churchill books is this statement:

“If the English possessed the courage and determination he continually saw in them, it was because he had helped create it by the intensity of his belief in their qualities. They conceived a new idea of themselves. They went forward into battle transformed by his words.”

“They conceived a new idea of themselves.”

That is what a leader does—infuses courage and determination in the common person to excel beyond their doubt and fear. Which candidate(s) on the two stages not only can do that, but is predisposed to do it?

©2016 D. Dean Benton—writer & wonderer
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In his book, The Miracle of the Kurds, (Worthy Publishing, 2014) Stephen Mansfield tells the story of Ferhad, a 24-year old with a passion for technology, with an ability to broker deals. Ferhad spoke to Mansfield at length about listening to his father and brothers describing connections they needed to do business.

“He would listen carefully over dinners and then, the next day, he often arrived at the family business with the perfect client in tow. He had a gift. He knew it, and he intended to offer this gift to an international slate of clients. He could see it in his mind’s eye.”

Mansfield continues: “More than once he erupted…with a question about what connections I might need to be ‘even more a successful man, Mr. Mansfield. Think of it. An even more successful man.’” (Page 202)

Someone said every successful enterprise has included the work in response to “This is the life that I want.” In a word—CLARITY. That is why you do heavy-duty work on your Elevator Pitch. You clarify what you are about by putting into a 30-second presentation of exactly who you are, what you do, who you do it for, why they benefit and how. You will hand them your card describing where all this happens.

“What connections I might need.”

Who could you talk to that would help you take the next step? Most of us will be reluctant to consider this because we discount our value or dream. Someone said that “goals are dreams and visions in gym clothes.”

If God has a “future seeking to emerge,” He must also have a way to reveal that future to us. That future is available to those who “diligently seek Him.” Clarity is one of the personal workshops required.

If you know “This is the life that I want,” or if you have a glimpse of the alternative future you see, then determining what connection(s) would benefit.

What does it mean to “seek God?” Jesus said, “First, seek the Kingdom of God and His righteousness….” First! Seeking God can/will be done at altars, at tables, in front of white boards covered with words and numbers. Who would you want to take with you to that altar? Who would you like to sit at your table? Who would you like to have writing on that white (chalk) board? That is the connection you need.

With no attached images or limitation, think “Connections I need” as you read Ephesians 4:11-13

©2015 D. Dean Benton—writer & wonderer
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