I seem to travel a lot these days. Unless I’m driving when the sun comes up, I often miss the sunrise. I suppose that’s why I take so much pleasure when the sun rises before me.
Arriving at my office early in the morning, I often groan a bit as I leave my car — a combination of age and perhaps that last set at the gym. But, being in West Texas and having a full view of the eastern sky, my breath is often taken as I stand and my minor pains fade as I’m surprised by the sunrise that is unfolding.
Following yesterday’s magic moment (captured above), today’s display was a little plain. No clouds to the east. No special color. Just sunlight beginning to lighten the sky and brighten the earth beneath me. As I entered into the artificial light of the building, I suddenly realized the power of a new day and the certainty of a sunrise. I began to feel a great deal of gratitude that — whether I could see it or not, whether I fully appreciated it or not — this day was a gift.
For those of you whose sunrises seem hidden, may you feel peace and comfort knowing that the day is waiting for you. And though it may not bring dazzling panoramas and warmth to you immediately, this day is important. The sunrise may be plain or covered by clouds. But a day is coming when a glorious sunrise will be made just for you.
I have to admit that I was entertained. One of my colleagues from the university posted on social media about an email exchange between him and one of his undergraduate students. In succinct form, he told how he had instructed the student on the need for him to address professors with their earned title, rather than their first name.
Now, I have an opinion on all of this and a preference, but I was genuinely interested in the responses. I found there was a mixture of everything from “I earned my doctorate and you will call me Dr.” to “I prefer you address me by my first name.” And what was extremely interesting to me was the fact that all of the positions were accompanied somewhere in the reply line by valid reasons for the position. “Valid,” meaning trustworthy, of value, supportable.
That was extremely interesting because, as I mentioned, I have a very clear position on all of this. Sort of. Generally, I tell my students — and others — what my preference is and then I let them do whatever makes them feel comfortable. So some call me “Dr.” (even though that is only appropriate in an academic setting when you have a juris doctorate), some call me “Professor,” some call me “Mr.,” while still others call me “Joey.”
All those names are good. I answer to them. In fact, I answer to just about anything due to some hearing loss and tinnitus.
But I long to be called by another name. And that’s one that can’t be set or earned by me. I have to grow into it.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.” Matthew 5:9
For some time, I’ve been holding on to some expectations. I’m releasing a few of them as of today.
[Photo Credit: Artists in Christian Testimony Int’l]
When we coach people in leadership, we urge them to set expectations for their followers and to patiently assist them in owning those expectations. Sometimes what we fail to tell our leaders is that, after a measured degree of diligence, it’s okay to let those expectations go and to stop setting themselves up for disappointment.
And, if the leader’s heart is right, it’s okay to kindly, but firmly move on.
Moving on could mean a lot of different things. But when that time comes, the leader must own the consequences — both bad and good.
Are you facing an expectation that appears hopeless? Have you done all you know to do to help?
Then let go. And smile. You’re free of that one. It’s time to plant a new seed in fertile ground.
What if you only had 10 minutes to share the most important message of your life?
What words would you choose?
How would you cut through and set aside all of those badly chosen words that have stacked up over a lifetime?
Where would your heart need to be to bring that message?
Where would your courage come from?
What if the message wasn’t received well?
Take the 10 minutes.
Choose the words now.
Take responsibility for the badly chosen words.
Open your heart.
Reach deep within for the courage.
Trust God to translate in His good time.