St. Augustine wrote, “Christ is the bread, awaiting hunger.” This was in the context of communion, but like a good junkyard project I want to tear it apart and put it back together in a different context. The quote reminded me of something from my first book. There was a
Today is election day in the United States, so I’m posting this special edition of Junkyard Wisdom™. See what I did there? It’s a “special edition” like it’s a news show we’re going to be bombarded with for the next few days! Ha! Anyway, I read something well worth sharing.
Last week I wrote about junkyard wisdom and used the line, “Junk cars, like broken people, often have the parts to make something whole.” It triggered some fun/silly exchanges with friends about what car part they actually are. One said he was a UV joint because he held things together,
Apologies to Tina Turner for hijacking her song title and making it worse, but the question of the day is why junkyard … wisdom? Everybody understands the junkyard piece, at least they do when they read my bio. I grew up working Saturdays and summers in our family’s wrecking yard –
I’m going to be interviewing my friend Brenda Salter McNeil in an online forum on October 30. It’s completely free, and I’d love for you to join. Here’s a bit of background about how this came about and why Brenda is my guest. Most of the readers of this blog
I’m currently reading Jon Meacham’s new book, His Truth is Marching On: John Lewis and the Power of Hope. This post isn’t about the book itself — though from what I’ve read I highly recommend it. Instead, I was struck by something Meacham says in the opening pages about sainthood.
Last year I shared my six ideas for motivating your team (which had previously been published by Outreach Magazine). I wondered how the six ideas hold up during a pandemic. Would they still work in an era of zoom calls and working from home? I looked over the list and
A recent Facebook post of mine caught the attention of a long time friend. She asked if it might be a bit too much coming from me, a wealthy white man. There was, she suggested, an air of tone policing as I asked folks to monitor their Facebook posts during