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On this day honoring Dr. King, I hope that your purpose goes beyond the little siloed “i” and is big enough to aspire toward living in a world house.
So, as we approach the end of another calendar year and look toward a new year, I invite you to join in this whole-person pursuit of a coherent life.
Joy is not even necessarily something we have to earn, but it is key to our flourishing.
As creatures of this Creator God, we are meant to embrace a creation vocation, that is, to create art and beauty in the face of formless voids, even pandemics.
I hear hope in a harmonica—a mouth organ with oceans of resonant dreams. Where do you hear hope?
Write a script with your life that others can read to understand the nature of the poetry of integrity.
To remember we are dust like the Dukes is healthy and holy. In fact, remembering dying should help us in our living.
Let’s be careful this year not to center all of our attention on what hurts, the friction or on what stings. Don’t forget to look for pearls. They’re being birthed all around us through oysters and other people.
Fear will make you shrink back rather than live into the grand future set before you.
If it wasn’t for the women—their voices, their courage, their strength, their wisdom, their ingenuity, their expertise, their love, their care and concern—where would we be?
