“I will confirm my covenant between me and you . . .”  – Genesis 17:2 

Contracts are part of our lives.  No one in this day-and-age can escape being party to a contract of some sort.  If you have a roof your head, for example, whether a house or an apartment, rented or purchased, you no doubt signed a contract.  And anyone in any kind of business is certainly familiar with the world of contracts.  Even in professions such as my own, contracts between coach and client are common practice.  Simply put, contracts are legal agreements that bind two or more parties to fulfill their part of the bargain.

Such documents, of course, would not be necessary if participating parties could be trusted to fulfill their promises.  Unfortunately, humans from the beginning of time have had a history of failing to do so.  There are exceptions, however, like Jerry who for thirty years was my closest friend in my previous profession.  He and I would talk daily during the work week sharing information and ideas.  And although we were in the same business, we were in fact competitors – at least the companies we worked for were competitors, and bitter ones at that.  Yet, over the years we partnered on hundreds of transactions that proved extremely lucrative for both parties.  But because these transactions demanded immediate decision-making, written contracts were not consummated until long after the fact, and then only to satisfy regulatory requirements for documentation.  And not once over the course of thirty years was there ever a dispute, disagreement, or misunderstanding.

The key to success, you see, had little to do with the contracts between the two firms, and everything to do with the covenant between two long-time friends.  The difference between the two according to writer, philosopher Os Guinness is that “a covenant is broader and a contract narrower, the one being emphatically moral and the other being purely legal.”

Indeed, God’s promise to Abraham was a covenant, not a contract.  “I will confirm my covenant between me and you . . .,” same for God’s covenant between Moses and the Israelite people.  Contracts are legal agreements devised for humans, but covenants include elements of the Sacred.  No one in this day-and-age can escape being party to a contract, but can you imagine a world where covenants were the rule, not the exception?

• “Showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.”    –  Exodus 20:6 

Someone once said that no matter how things may appear, there is no future in evil, only in good.  Pondering that has caused me to take heart; for discouraging as it is when it seems the bad guys win, when we consider that throughout history when evil actually is defeated – and it always is eventually, though not necessarily within our lifetimes – it is because in some way good has prevailed, thus validating that there is no future in evil, only in good.

I recall sitting in the office of an executive with the Wall Street firm where I was once employed discussing the challenges of dealing with unethical or marginally ethical people within our industry.  (Every profession has them, by the way.)  The executive with whom I was meeting made a comment I will never forget.  Bad people never last, he assured me.  Eventually they go too far, step over the line, and get caught resulting in disciplinary action, firing, revoked licenses, lawsuits, or prosecution – and on rare occasions all the above.  I disagreed; for it seemed these clever shysters were ever present in my world placing an enormous burden on my staff and me to constantly monitor and police their activities – not the best use of our time and energy.  It’s just a fact of life, though, that from petty dishonesty to crime to terrorism to murderous dictatorships, evil is forever among us, and indeed has been throughout the history of mankind.

“The greatest fear a man has,” the late Oswald Chambers wrote long ago, “is not that he will be damned, but that Jesus Christ will be worsted, that the things He stood for – love and justice and forgiveness and kindness among men – will not win out in the end; the things He stands for look like will-o’-the-wisps.”  He goes on by reminding us “not to hang on and do nothing, but to work deliberately on the certainty that God is not going to be worsted.”  (My emphasis)

On Mount Sinai Moses received the same assurance from the Lord himself who said, “For I, the Lord you God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.”

“But the greatest of these is love.”  – 1 Corinthians 13:13 

On our first (blind) date Tee made a point of letting me know, with some intention I think, that she was born on Valentines Day, sort of cute I thought, except it came across more like, “Look Buster, if you have any designs on pursuing a more serious relationship, you better darn well remember that my birthday falls on the day of love!”  I’m joking, of course, although I have never forgotten it.  Looking back now over our many years of marriage and raising a family, it seems that moment may have been intended more as prophecy than humor, for everything about our life together — marriage, children, faith, friendships – has been centered on one thing, love. It’s simply in our DNA.

Several years ago I got involved with a non-profit organization that was operating a residential treatment center (RTC) for special needs children with learning differences who were placed there through state agencies like Child Protective Services; children off the street mostly, many of them homeless, abused, or abandoned.  For most of those children it was the first time in their lives they had ever experienced any sort of stability in terms of a safe and caring environment, a warm bed, hot shower and three nutritious meals a day.

Our friends Rand and Colleen Southard, founders of that organization, once told the story about a little boy who during his first meal at the facility was seen stuffing mashed potatoes in his pocket.  What they discovered was that he had been so food-insecure that it was the only way he knew for sure that he would have food to eat the next day, and that is just one of hundreds of heartbreaking stories they had witnessed over the years.  But most tragic of all, as Rand and Colleen had so keenly observed, is that none of the children had ever been loved, nor even had a concept of love.  And that is the gap Rand and Colleen filled, those children experiencing love for the first time in their lives.

Lack of food, shelter and safety I think I can understand, but the absence of love I can’t imagine, nor has there been a time in my entire life when I have not been surrounded by it.  And that was the message my then wife-to-be was prophesying on our first date regarding her Valentines Day birthday, that all these things are important – food, shelter, safety, and all the comforts of life – “But the greatest of these is love.”  And indeed it is!

“Streams of living water will flow from within him. . .”  – John 7:38 

Having worked as a leadership coach over the past twenty years I find myself almost unconsciously observing leadership qualities in other people, much like a golfer might observe others’ golf swings.  So, when we attended a dinner recently honoring the high school cheerleading squad where our granddaughter Zoey, now a senior, has participated all four years of her high school career, the last two as captain of the cheer team, it was only natural for me to pay particular attention to her leadership qualities.

Two qualities I observed from across the room at that ceremony the other night, although admittedly from a very biased perspective.  One was how engaging she was with everyone around, teachers, coaches, parents, fellow cheerleaders, and schoolmates.  That type of outgoing personality is a gift from God.  The other occurred when she sprang from her seat impromptu to offer an eloquent tribute to the cheer coach on behalf of the entire cheerleading squad, a reversal of roles in a way, cheering the cheer coach instead of the other way around.  It was an extraordinary demonstration of leadership.

But then, that is what Zoey does.  Cheerleading is sort of a metaphor for her life; for she’s not just a cheerleader for the football team on Friday night, she’s a cheerleader for people, even me, her grandpa.  Like the time I confided that I had decided to invest in hearing aids so she didn’t have to repeat herself all the time.  We were standing in line at a Starbucks and she spontaneously started cheering like I had just made a touchdown.

Everybody we meet in this world is either a fountain or a drain, someone once said.  I suppose in reality most of us are a little of both, depending on the kind of day we’re having.  But my granddaughter Zoey is a fountain – at least most days from what I have observed – a quality that comes from deep within her soul, a gift from God.

“If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink,” Jesus said, “[and] streams of living water will flow from within him.”  So, I have to ask myself the question every day, am I going to be a fountain or a drain?  How blessed I am to have a granddaughter who sets the example, and serves as my cheerleader!

“Pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!”  – Ecclesiastes 4:10 

“When I was younger, so much younger than today / I never needed anybody’s help in any way / But now these days are gone, I’m not so self-assured / Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.”  That great Beatles hit Help! was going through my mind recently, as many of the Beatles’ classic songs sometimes do, except this time something struck me as the lyrics rolled through my head that “Yikes!” this song is the story of my life.  Maybe it is the story of many of our lives.

To personalize the Beatle’s lyrics a bit, when I left for college many years ago I walked into my dorm room with two pieces of equipment, a new Smith-Corona electric typewriter courtesy of my parents, and a portable stereo that played LP record albums courtesy of my own savings account, high-tech equipment back in those days.  Add to that pen and paper and textbooks, that is all I would need to prepare to conquer the world, and I was capable of doing it all without “anybody’s help in any way.”

“But now these days are gone, I’m not so self-assured.”  Recently, I had to buy a new laptop as mine had become slow, unreliable, and obsolete as far as Microsoft’s support system was concerned.  So, even though the computer salesman assured me that all my data would transfer seamlessly to the new computer, and that everything would work just the same, when I got home I could neither locate most of my files, nor did the “newly updated” software work the same.  “Help!” I cried out as I rushed back into the store – more than once.  “Won’t you please, please help me?” I begged, practically on my knees.

“Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.”  One of the greatest benefits of aging is the humility it brings with it – from believing I can single-handedly conquer the world at age eighteen to the reality in old age that I need help with the TV remote, using my smartphone to make a dinner reservation, a doctor’s appointment, or buy a movie ticket.  Thanks to the kind, patient gentleman at the computer store who “helped me get my feet back on the ground” with my new computer, and to all the many other helpers out there. . . Help!  Oh, how that great Beatles hit tells the story of my life!

“But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!”