“Be joyful in hope . . .”  – Romans 12:12 

People with joy, I have determined, are without exception people with hope.  The two characteristics simply go hand in hand.  A great example was Jim, a man to whom I had been introduced back in the summer of 2005 as a potential buyer of his business.  Actually, it was his wife Mimi who had founded the business and built it into the well-respected successful enterprise it had once been, until ill health took its toll and the business began to fail.  The responsibility fell on Jim to try to salvage it, but with limited experience and resources it seemed the only hope was to find someone who could acquire the few remaining assets and take over the operation, that prospective someone being me.

For weeks Jim and I worked side by side, often long hours at a time, simply trying to keep the doors open long enough so I could perform proper due diligence.  Jim kept up the sales efforts while both of us negotiated with clients, vendors, creditors, and sales representatives.  It was a tense time, but especially for Jim and Mimi who were on the verge of losing everything.  Yet, throughout it all Jim remained cheerful and hopeful.

Jim and I developed a great friendship during that time.  I found myself desperately wanting it all to work out so he and Mimi might salvage their financial lives.  At the same time Jim was equally concerned that it be a good investment for me.  In the end, however, it simply didn’t work out and the transaction fell through.  My heart broke for Jim and Mimi as we went our separate ways.  Yet even in those darkest of times – a sick wife, failed business, and personal bankruptcy – Jim wasted no time on self-pity and continued to maintain his sense of joy and hope.  Not long afterwards we lost touch. . . .

. . . . . until one cold winter day several months later when my phone rang.  It was Jim  calling to check in, staying in touch.  Here was a man in his mid-sixties who had lost everything, now living with relatives because he and Mimi could no longer afford a place of their own, trying to pick up the pieces and start all over, yet in his voice was that ever-present joyful hope.  “Be joyful in hope,” the Apostle Paul encouraged us all, and to that Jim had been a powerful witness.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good . . .” – Romans 8:28 

A young, ambitious banker who had recently been promoted to vice-president approached his boss, the president of the bank, and asked, “What, sir, must I do to become a successful banker like you?”  “Don’t make mistakes,” his mentor fired back.  The young man paused, scratching his head.  “Then how, sir, do I learn to not make mistakes?” he asked wanting to know more.  “By making mistakes,” said the elder statesman, grinning to himself as he whirled around and headed back to his office.

Learning the hard way, there is no form of instruction quite like it.  And we have all received it in one form or another, perhaps still do from time to time.  I recall going through a season in my own life early on when I was trying to start a career.  Seems I couldn’t do anything right back then, clumsily saying the wrong things, or not knowing what to say at all, making stupid mistakes and bad decisions.  The more I bungled the more my self-confidence slipped, and the more my self-confidence slipped the worse I bungled.  Though I tried to disguise it outwardly, inwardly I felt like I was in a downward spiral.  Would I ever make anything of myself, I began to doubt?

The fact that I did not quickly snap out of it as I hoped made it feel like the slump lasted longer than it actually did.  Instead, it was a slow gradual climb as I seemed to bungle less often, my self-confidence slowly rising instead of slipping.  At first after my career began to gain some traction I found myself embarrassed, even resentful, about that season of bungling and mistake-making.  Not until it occurred to me how much I had learned from it did I grow to appreciate it.  Today I find myself enormously thankful for it.

All those blunders and mistakes and bad decisions were of my own making, I always knew that.  Never did I try to blame God, nor did I suspect that he was putting me through some sort of boot camp of hard knocks.  Instead, God was standing by when the time was right to redeem it into something good.  Learning the hard way, there is no form of instruction quite like it.  The wise old bank president understood that, and perhaps why he was grinning to himself when he whirled around leaving his young mentee scratching his head. For, “we know that in all things God works for good.”  Sometimes I imagine God grinning to himself back in my own bungling days, just like the old banker.

“Be careful, then, how you live – not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.”  – Ephesians 5:15 

On our recent trip to Sweden one of the tourist attractions we visited was Gripshom Castle which boasts of one of the largest collections of portraits in the world.  Literally every room and corridor in that magnificent palace is lined with portraits dating back to the sixteenth century painted by famous portrait artists of the respective periods.  Great works of art each and every one, the subjects both men and women dressed in finery that suggested royalty, nobility, and some cases high military rank, yet with few exceptions there was no signage, or brochures that I am aware, explaining who these specific individuals were or their position in or contribution to society.

At some point, having become overwhelmed, maybe even a little bored, by the massive numbers of portraits at every turn, I found myself curious about exactly that, aside from representing the royalty and aristocracy of their times, who were these people, I wondered?  Yes, they made the “A” list to get invited to the lavish balls that Gripshom Castle must have hosted over the course of its history, most likely they were rich and well educated, and no doubt born into the right families.  Otherwise, besides birthright, what had they done to earn their place on the walls of fame of that historic royal palace?

One of my dear friends used to muse about judgment day that maybe we will only be asked one question to justify ourselves.  “What did you do with what I gave you?” the Lord will demand to know.  (Hmm!  Wonder where he came up with that one?  Ah, but didn’t Jesus tell a similar parable about the master entrusting talents to three servants before leaving town, then asking for an accounting when he returned?)

Remembering my friend’s musings about judgment day brought it all into perspective for me, for I began to realize that those people whose portraits hang on the walls in that castle were just like you and me.  We’ve all been entrusted with something, and some I suspect either buried or squandered it with little or nothing to show, as we humans sometimes do.  Others, though, used theirs for good, multiplying its value.  It’s all an ancient lesson that applies to everyone.  So, “be careful, then, how you live,” as Paul reminds us, “not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.”

“Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve.”  – Joshua 24:15 

During my annual physical exam each year my doctor always asks, among other Medicare required questions, if I am depressed.  Having been my physician for almost forty years, he seldom waits for a response because he already knows that no, I am not depressed, he simply needs to check the box.  A couple of years ago, though, my curiosity aroused by the many articles being published about the epidemic of loneliness and depression in our society, I asked if he saw a lot of depression among his patients.  His answer surprised me.  “Yes,” he said, “because too many people get caught up in all that stuff going on out there that they can’t do anything about,” as he gestured with his hands toward the outside world.

Some have said there are two kinds of people in the world, those who make things happen, and those who look up and wonder, “what happened?”  In other words, there is a vast chasm between those who diligently strive to improve the world around them by engaging in productive activities, and those who passively resign themselves to fate.  How often as an executive coach have I heard clients complain that their careers are stalled or their jobs miserable because of the boss.  My challenge to them is always the same.  It is unlikely you are going to change the boss’s behavior, I tell them, so what are some ways you can change YOUR behavior that might improve your circumstance?

To be clear, my physician was not casting dispersions on those suffering clinical depression or other serious illnesses, rather he was referring to patients who were otherwise mentally healthy.  Instead, just as he might encourage hypertensive patients to eat better, exercise more, and lose weight, so (just guessing) he might prescribe healthier habits for this particular class of depressed patients as well, such as consuming less social media and becoming more involved in productive activities.

“Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve,” for to choose requires an act of the will.  It is an act of the will to decide whether to be active and productive versus passively resigning ourselves to fate; an act of the will to take responsibility for our jobs and careers instead of being bullied by the boss.  So, let us do good, be productive,  and make something happen – else we might find ourselves wondering, “what happened?”

“Love your neighbor as yourself.”  – Matthew 22:39 

Loving America

On a road trip a few years ago with one of our granddaughters we stopped in St. Louis to visit the Arch.  While there I found myself standing in line next to an elderly gentleman on a walker wearing a baseball cap bearing the Stars and Stripes.  In a gesture to be friendly I remarked to the man, “I like your cap.” Smiling back at me, this was his reply.  “I still love America, don’t you?”  Ironically, when that occurred I happened to be in the midst of reading If You Can Keep It: The Forgotten Promise of American Liberty, by Eric Metaxas, which included a chapter entitled “Loving America”.

Prior to these simultaneous experiences I’m not sure I had given much thought about loving my native America and what that means, especially in light of the widespread ideological polarization and negative political rhetoric we are exposed to today.  But Lincoln believed, according to Metaxas, “that love of country is necessary, that America cannot and will not survive without it.”  To do so, though, requires taking a realistic view of America as being both heroically great, yet also deeply flawed.  We should, for example, feel a healthy sense of pride for the “greatest generation” who saved our country and the world from tyranny in World War II; or the courageous responders to the 9/11 attacks.  By the same token America has made shameful blunders in its history, the most obvious and egregious being slavery and the racism that continues to plague our culture.  As Metaxas points out, “Heroism and ignominy both are part of our history.  The only question is whether, having seen both, we can repent of the one and rejoice and be inspired by the other.”  Considering both, then, can we still love America?

But there’s another factor yet to be mentioned, which has to do with Jesus’ command to “Love your neighbor as yourself.”  Despite the negative political rhetoric and polarization that is so indisputably prevalent in our culture today, except for the news headlines it is not the America I awaken to each morning.  Instead, I encounter people who are warm, friendly, helpful, encouraging, and industrious – friends, neighbors, and strangers alike – who care for each other, their families and communities.  Those encounters make me feel loved, inspire me to love my neighbors back, and keeps me loving America. . . Happy 4^th of July, and may God bless America!