I just finished The Tipping Point by Malcomb Gladwell. For a non-fiction work, this was quite a page-turner for me. Fascinating. Thought-provoking. Intriguing.
- How do eccentric tastes suddenly become a mainstream movement? Seemingly overnight?
- What is it about trendsetters that makes them able to set off trends for the rest of us?
- What does an epidemic flu or AIDS or teenage smoking have anything in common with shoe fashion, kids television programming, or crime sprees?
- Ever notice how great and innovative ideas seem to flounder despite our best efforts — until the right person sees it? Or until the right environment exists for it? Why is that?
- Is there a way for us mere mortals to start epidemic movements of our own?
Terry Rush is a great speaker. I’ve only heard him a few times, but every time has been insightful, energetic, and captivating. He recently blogged about how connecting with God has made all the difference in his preaching.
I don’t do any preaching, but his thoughts there caused me to wonder if I spend too much time thinking about how to make a difference in my own personal ministry . . . and not enough time cultivating my own personal connection to God.
A few weeks ago, I turned 33. Several friends joined our family to enjoy cake and ice cream together. An older couple that was there asked me how old I was. I made the dumb mistake of asking them how old they thought I was. Maybe 39? Uh, no. Try 33. Really? (smiling…) I’m not sure how to take that. I guess I figured that you seem wise beyond your years. Really, you’re just 33?
As long as I can remember, I’ve always been mistaken for being older than my real age. I’m not sure what about me exudes that kind of maturity. But I’ll take it.
I don’t actually have any gray hair . . . or at least very little of it. Apparently, I don’t need any help on appearing mature. But I really value the wisdom and life experience of those around me that have gray hair. Of course, I’m using that as an euphemism for decades and decades of life.
What if we thought of gray hair as a badge of honor? A sign of a life lived humbly, one day at a time, through thick and thin. A sign that this person has accumulated wisdom the only way possible: with time, perseverance, and patience.
So, I say — instead of covering, coloring, or otherwise hiding the gray, we should wear it gladly. And look at others that are blessed with it as having earned it.
Okay . . . I know that gray hair can come prematurely. And wisdom and age are not the same thing. Fine. But you know what I mean. If you really want to know why hair turns gray, take a look at this article.
For now, laid off and loving it: Some are finding respite in a life without work via For now, laid off and loving it – The Boston Globe. (video)
I’m glad that someone sees lemonade in what most people see as an economy of lemons. I imagine he got some sort of severance package — that helps. Being prepared with a some cash reserves makes times like this merely serious situation to deal with . . . when otherwise it would have been a devastating crisis for a small and growing family.
I think mothers-in-law (MIL’s) get a bad rap. Most of the time, anyway. In our situation, we live close enough to visit and help each other when it’s needed, too close to bother spending the night, and too far away pop in all the time. We live just the right distance away from the in-laws. 🙂
It’s interesting that the first person that Jesus touched (in Mark‘s & Luke‘s gospels) is Simon Peter’s mother-in-law. Mark’s and Matthew’s accounts actually mention that Jesus touched her. I think this one of the funnier healings in scripture. Let’s set this up.