The Power of an Apology

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The pop band OneRepublic sings this line in a chorus; “It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.” The song tells the sad tale of a person who has been let down repeatedly by another – in fact too many times to forgive.

Is there really a threshold of no return on forgiveness? Or a limit to the grace we extend to each other? Continue reading

Newbie Blogging Blunders

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Anyone who blogs faces this dilemma – content or design? Though I enjoy content, it is more difficult to produce than messing with the sidebar order or a new profile pic. And nothing provides more delight to my anal retentive nature than a perfectly chosen widget, placed in the perfect dimensions, doing exactly what I want it to do.

Tonight design wins again; my excuse is that I feel the site, requires it. Thousands of plugin options beckon me with their tantalizing adverts. I tango late into the night… back forth between “dashboard” and “home page”…trial and error… how many times can I hit ‘refresh’ in 5 minutes? (Note: F5 key rocks as the standard hotkey to refresh your browser). Continue reading

The Final Lap

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We all come to the end of different chapters in life. Some endings are celebrated, like a long tenure in a job or a well-run marathon race. Other endings are dreaded, like an early end to a hockey team’s season in the playoffs or the end of a vacation. Whether one is looking forward to an ending or not, staying focused and finishing strong can be an elusive skill.

Believe it or not, the way you end something is as important as the way you began it. [John Ortberg in an article “Birthing a Sermon” uses the illustration of flying a plane; he encourages one to spend as much prep time on the landing as one does on the takeoff.]
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Storm at home = Storm at work?

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Today I thought I would include some personal reflections, while hopefully making a practical point or two.

On Monday March 28, 2011 my wife, Heidi is going to have breast cancer surgery. The news is only weeks old to us. It came like a freight train out of nowhere. Without warning life’s perspective changed too. What I used to think was a fairly predictable future, now appears much less definite. Even though all we are doing is waiting for surgery, I am emotionally spent from educating ourselves and informing our friends. I find myself using strange new words to answer people’s questions (as if I have known my whole life what they mean); words like “survival rate,” “chemotherapy,” “alternative treatments,” “prognosis,” and “cancer types.”

Whether the – still unknown – road to recovery will be longer or shorter in nature…one thing is for certain, TODAY I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.


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