The demise of fairness and the ability to tell the good guys from the bad ones
I often think back to the 90’s with a feeling of nostalgia for a decade that seemed as hopeful as it was prosperous. As an idealist right out of college, I listened to Paula Cole’s famous song and believed that most of us were cowboys —that we understood the ideals of right and wrong, and measured out justice, like John Wayne, with impartiality and integrity. That’s what I believed back then, anyways.
Yes, I heard it a lot growing up. The word no. It’s such a little word with a lot of influence on parents and kids.
When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace.
I know. We like quick fixes. We like our pills. We like anything we can passively do or take that will eliminate any amount of stress or anxiety in our lives.
And why it’s destroying any hope of unity for our nation
I have read many things the past few days on social media. I have witnessed honest distress and confusion as well as mass hysteria and vitriolic rage at the recent executive order on immigration from the Middle East.
I have heard the question posed, What would Jesus do?
Here we go again. It’s only been a few weeks into this new year and I’ve been inundated with an onslaught of goals, expectations, and resolutions I should have for myself this coming year. Social media has bombarded me with posts about every program for weight loss, finances, wellness, speaking, writing, and relationships that promise me guaranteed success in just three easy steps and three easy payments.
For most of my life I felt anything but abundant. I was exhausted trying to be everything for everybody. I was obsessed with winning other’s approval. I was terrified of rejection. I was demanding and critical of myself. I could never speak my thoughts and feelings and I did my very best to avoid any conflict that came my way. At the end of the day, I was scraping the bottom of the barrel. There was nothing abundant about that!
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I learned the hard way. Just because I was raised in the church and was a passionate follower of Christ, that didn’t mean I was whole on the inside. In reality, I was an emotional wreck. Continue reading
Not long ago, I was sitting with a client who, shock of all shocks, didn’t want to be in therapy. He expressed whole-heartedly that, “Only people with mental illness need a therapist, but anyone with common sense can figure out their own problems.” Continue reading