What if Nobel had never existed?

    I grew up in New England. When-ever life leads me back there, I buy a copy of the daily Boston Globe newspaper. While back in my home town, the front cover of a Boston Globe caught my eye. There were five graphic headlines. One of the articles was entitled "Nobel Peace Prize Goes To: Banker to the Poor".
    What if Nobel had never existed? Our world might be a totally different place today. Do you know where the word Nobel comes from? Could it be a place, a person's name or a term for some kind of action? If the truth be told, this singular word is all three. The Nobel Peace Prize is named for Alfred Bernard Nobel, born 1933 in Stockholm, Sweden. A shy pacific introvert, Nobel was a chemist, engineer, innovator, armaments manufacturer AND the inventor of dynamite. In 1888, a French newspaper erroneously published a premature obituary. That column stated, "The merchant of death is dead, Dr. Alfred Nobel, who became rich by finding ways to kill more people faster than ever before, died yesterday". Those shocking words goaded him to leave a better legacy to the world after his actual death. He endowed a $9,000,000 dollar fund in his will, giving the yearly interest as awards for individuals whose work benefited humanity. He wanted the profit from his invention to be used to honor human ingenuity. First awarded in 1901, five years after he passed away in Italy, the Nobel Peace Prize is still the most honored in the world.
    The Globe's article began with these words: "Bangladesh economist Muhammad Yanus and the Grameen Bank he created, received the Nobel Prize for leveraging small loans into major social change for impoverished families. The Grameen Bank's pioneering use of micro credit has been duplicated across the globe since Yunas, known as the 'banker of the poor', started the project in his home village four decades ago. Loans as low as $9 have helped beggars start small businesses and poor women buy cell phones and basket-weaving materials."
    My point? Good  realities can come out of bad ones. The Nobel Peace Prize is known the world over. But the reason it exists, is because of an ill-timed and vindictive obituary. It reminds me of a lesson from Genesis, the first book in the Bible. There was a fellow by the name of Joseph, whose brothers were jealous of him. So they conspired together, ganged up on him and sold him to and Egyptian slaver owner. Amazingly many years later, Joseph had become the Egyptian pharaoh's chief magistrate during a devastating famine, affecting much of the Middle East. His brothers came from afar, east of Egypt, to buy grain. They had to deal directly with Joseph, whom they did not recognize. But Joseph recognized them, and could barely keep his joy in check, while in the presence of family. Eventually he reveals his identity, reminding them of them selling him to an Egyptian years before. He says to them: "don't be angry with yourselves, that you did this to me - for God meant it for good." (Genesis 45:5)
    Your life's condition right now might not be very heathy. You may have made a number of blunders with money, your employer, your spouse, your children, or a sibling - like Joseph's brothers to him. But you need not wallow in water already over the dam and down the stream. You may view yourself as stuck in your ways, have broken bridges and created a general mess for yourself. God is ever available to receive you for the first or the umpteenth time - just as He eventually  reunited Joseph's whole family in Egypt, redeeming years of regret, separation, sorrow and loss. All you need do is ask for His help and follow what comes to you.

Be Well.

    

What if the vigilance for authenticity can make a significantly positive impact on our lives?

 What looks true - may not be! One of my weekly emails keeps me focused on being faithful to my call. Entitled Leadership Wired, it's free and you can sign up via www.injoy.com. This is a resource profiling the books and thoughts of Dr. John Maxwell, one of the world's leading motivational speakers, and primarily to corporate America.

A recent Leadership Wired talked about having a legitimate leadership legacy. Peter Drucker, himself a well known writer and speaker on motivation says, "There is no success without a successor". As a graduate student, a statement from one of my professors has stuck with me all these 48 years, was 'seek to work yourself out of a job'. There's only so much one person can do, no matter how proficient a multi tasker may view themselves. As we progress into 2024 we hear and see the pledges of this year's candidates for the U.S Presidency as promises to voters. Business 2.0 asked fifty business superstars how we can succeed. Despite the diversity of those corporate leaders interviewed, three themes echoed through-out the responses. Those themes were authenticity, trust and simplicity. Imagine the mess if authenticity could not be part of our moral compass? So, what would such a vigilance give us?

Rachel Ray, one of America's cooking gurus on television and author of best-selling cook books says, "You can't be all things to all people. Whatever it is that you are successful at, that has to be your number one goal. In my case, it's accessibility. So all of my products have to be usable, accessible and affordable. Decide what it is that you are and then stay true to that thing. My brand is based very much on how I live my day-to-day life".  Former chairman and chief executive officer of Hasbro Toys, Alan Hassenfeld said, "Every product and every brand has a core essence. Don't sacrifice that core essence as you update your product".

Authenticity is all about truth. So where does truth come from? Ultimately it cannot be us - for we're created. We learn from others and follow their example - sometimes with disastrous results. But we can choose to be authentic and when motivated to be otherwise. I really appreciate these words from Philippians 4:8, a New Testament book. "Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about things." As one thinks, so he/she is. Thank goodness vigilant authenticity is an available clear choice for each of us.

Be Well.

What if we can smell the fragrance of God?

 It was a cold March wind dancing around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room for Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24 weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver the couple's first daughter; Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing one pound nine ounces, the surgeon's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it. There's only a 10% chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation.

Diana and David, with their five year old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. But, against all odds, Dana lived through the night and days hence. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for these parents. Because Dana's undeveloped nervous system was essentially raw, the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort. So her mom and dad couldn't even cuddle their tiny baby girl in offering the strength of their love. As Dana struggled alone beneath the ultra-violet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, he parents prayed that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There never was a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as weeks went by, slowly she put on weight.

When Dana turned two months old, Diana and David were able to hold her in their arms for the first time. And two months, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of survival, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero; Dana went home from the hospital. Five years later Dana was a petite and feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and a unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs what-so-ever of any mental or physical impairment.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap at a local ball park. As always, Dana was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting close by, when she suddenly fell quiet. Hugging her arms around her chest, little Dana asked, "do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied to her daughter's question, "Yes, it smells like rain." Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?". Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, we're about to get wet." Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands, and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and her extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of Dana's first two months of life, when her nerves were too sensitive for her parents to touch her; God was holding Dana and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

Makes you wonder - doesn't it? "God tends His flock like a shepherd (Psalm 23). He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart" (Isaiah 40:11). If you have the kind of fear Dana's parents had, you have everything to gain by asking Jesus Christ to personally take care of what you fear losing. The beauty of God's love is that He has no bounds - He reaches out to all of us because He chooses to, inviting us to reach out to Him.

Be well.

What if Sterling School in Vermont Never Existed?

Back in 1967 I graduated from a high school with 25 other students. We attended a most unique institution in Craftsbury Common, VT. This place is within what is popularly known as the Northeast Kingdom. Cabot Cheese comes from that area, approximately 25 miles south of Canada. Some of us were in the precarious position for not being accepted to high school because of extraordinarily poor grades, complete boredom with the typical classroom experience or unacceptable rebellious behaviors. What if Sterling School, now Sterling College, in Vermont never existed?

Fifty seven years ago, Sterling began a unique yearly event, and it was a life changer for me. This was the Bounder experience, from Outward Bound USA survival training. I have five impressionable memories since 1965 which characterize Sterling's ability to successfully experiment with learning situations outside the norm. When I attended my first Sterling School reunion in 2008,1 it reinforced for me the school's continuing vision to challenge its own to excel in reaching their personal potentials and learn to thrive regardless of circumstances. Sterling's plan reinforces this line. "Count it all joy,... when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance." (James 1:2-3)

My five Sterling experiences, all borrowed from Outward Bound established us to be beneficiaries for surviving well. I remember Euell Gibbons, author of Stalking the Wild Asparagus, with his grizzled face, leaning down in a wet bog showing us plants side by side, safe and unsafe to eat. We all had to learn how to carry out an injured person in a heavy forest. I held one corner of a stretcher, struggling to walk over dead tree trunks without losing balance and dumping the student volunteer. Like the US Army's boot camp, we had to learn to scale a wooden wall 15+ feet high and get over it as a team. The fall portion of the Bounder experience culminated in a three-day December trek, not far from the Canadian border for 100 students and 15 teaching staff, bussed into a desolate region. My memories and Sterling yearbook photos chronicle the rigors we endured. I did three years of slogging through one to two feet of snow for hours each day, enduring uncomfortable basic backpacks, making camp for two really cold nights with no tents, just self-made lean-tos, sleeping bagged and fully dressed on hard packed snow. In the late spring of the new year, every senior had to experience a three-day solo bivouac in order to graduate. Each of us were dropped off a mile apart, left with little: a six foot square plastic sheet, six feet of heavy-duty string, six matches, sharp jack knife, sleeping bag - all in one of  the winter's backpacks with extra dry clothes. As soon-to-be graduating seniors, most of us didn't eat anything as it snowed that first night, kindling was wet and campfires were next to impossible.

As I ponder the effect Sterling played in my development of becoming an engaged young adult, an empty plot of ground comes to mind. Our lives are like that. But what will you do with your life, that empty plot? Picture a fallow field and a tilled garden. The purpose for that plot, our lives, is of the utmost importance. Fallow fields do feed on a daily basis by the wild grasses’ endemic to them. But, if we want to feed for a lifetime, the field needs tilling for planting to harvest crops. To have a producing garden demands the care of purposeful intentions. Sterling's sowing of its good seed upon the field of  my learning capacity did that for me then, and Sterling does that now. Never would I have guessed the seeds sown by this unique school would flourish after I graduated. 

" A man took a mustard seed. It's the smallest of all the seeds, but when grown, it's taller than the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the sky come and nest in its branches."

Be Well,