In my typical fashion, I dug in immediately, reading articles, finding new voices, listening to podcasts and posting to my social media. At the end of the week, my screen time was up 104%! I vacillated between wanting to throw up my hands in hopelessness (What can I do?) to jumping into premature action (What can I do?)
Mentoring doesn’t feel like a relevant topic for surviving life in a pandemic. But I firmly believe that mentoring is absolutely necessary right now.
For about ten years, my husband served on the elder board of a local church. After every meeting, he would describe to me some of the items discussed and decisions made. Almost every time, I would think of something the all-male board had not considered.
After 10 hours of driving, my husband and I walked into his parents’ house. I love coming to their spacious home. It is a place of beauty and respite for me. My mother-in-law has both the means and the talent for creating spaces worthy of a photographer’s lens. Over the years, I have come to accept that her taste and style far outweigh mine. So I should have been prepared to find, as soon as we entered, that the back wall wasn’t where it used to. Added on to the rear of the house was a large, bright sunroom.
Last month, I introduced the idea of a scarcity mindset as exemplified by the disciples when they criticized the woman who anointed Jesus' feet with oil before his death and burial. This paradigm screams: Wait your turn. This seat's taken. Stay in your lane. Shame on you. You can't do that because there's not enough to go around.
One of the biggest barriers to overall health and well-being is lack of rest. We are all about work and duty and tasks and responsibilities; yet the dialog about rest and leisure and hobby and exercise is often lacking, or with some folks, nonexistent.
The twelve disciples reclined with Jesus, the guest of honor, around the table. Without warning, a woman (John's gospel identifies her as Mary, Lazarus' sister) pushed her way into this gathering of men and broke an expensive jar of scent worth a year's wages over Jesus' head. Immediately, criticism ensued.
My husband and I were making our preparations to return to Indonesia after our home assignment in the US. On the political scene, Al-Qaeda cells erupted daily in that majority-Muslim country. The strategies of these extremists became dining table discussions among our family and friends. They asked us again and again, “Aren’t you afraid to go back there?”