Ice cream at Chick-Fil-A!
Seven beautiful ladies!
Now there’s a good night for a fella!
Michael Hyatt, among many other things, is a tremendously insightful blogger. He is one a a handful of bloggers that I read regularly. You can read his blog here.
Sometime ago he posted some thoughts on “responsiveness” that have not only stuck with me, they are changing me. Hyatt has written about this subject multiple times and you can read all of them here.
I’ve not always been the most responsive person. Sure I have reasons… but most of them look more like excuses when viewed closely! So I’m thinking about why I’m not responsive. Here are a few reasons:
A couple of things I’m doing to up the responsiveness quotient in my life:
Anyhow I think you’d really like and benefit from Michael Hyatt’s thoughts on responsiveness so go here to check them out!
Starting is easy. Finishing? Not so much. Think about it…

It’s not enough to finish the checklist, to hurrily do the last three steps and declare victory.
In fact, the last coat of polish and the unhurried delivery of worthwhile work is valued all out of proportion to the total amount of effort you put into the project.
It doesn’t matter how many designers, supply chains, workers, materials and factories were involved– if the box is improperly sealed, that’s how you will be judged.
He’s right!
Solomon, purportedly the wisest man to ever live, wrote “Finishing is better than starting” (Ecclesiastes 7:8 NIV). And if I can take such liberty I’d say, “Finishing well is better than starting well!”
Think about this, why spend the time, money, and energy to start well if you’re not committed to finishing well?
Jesus was all about this. Look at how He said it:
Luke 14:28-32 don’t begin until you count the cost. For who would begin construction of a building without first getting estimates and then checking to see if there is enough money to pay the bills? 29 Otherwise, you might complete only the foundation before running out of funds. And then how everyone would laugh at you! 30 They would say, ‘There’s the person who started that building and ran out of money before it was finished!’ 31 “Or what king would ever dream of going to war without first sitting down with his counselors and discussing whether his army of ten thousand is strong enough to defeat the twenty thousand soldiers who are marching against him? 32 If he is not able, then while the enemy is still far away, he will send a delegation to discuss terms of peace.
Listen, I am pretty good at starting things, but here’s what I’m finding… finishing feels even better, makes people even happier, and gives me greater credibility as a man and a leader. And finishing well? Well that increases these three exponentially!
I want to challenge myself and encourage you to go finish something today… and finish it well! Make the last 10% as good as the first 10%!
Last night Andrew Breitbart died.
His obituary is deeply moving, especially the part which he wrote (the conclusion to his book).
Regardless of how you feel about this man, he loved his life… I want that for me and everyone else too! Here is the obituary…
With a terrible feeling of pain and loss we announce the passing of Andrew Breitbart.
Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles.
We have lost a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a dear friend, a patriot and a happy warrior.
Andrew lived boldly, so that we more timid souls would dare to live freely and fully, and fight for the fragile liberty he showed us how to love.
Andrew recently wrote a new conclusion to his book, Righteous Indignation:
I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.
Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.
Andrew is at rest, yet the happy warrior lives on, in each of us.
Sitting with patients and recording their activities throughout the night… that’s what I do for my second job. It’s called “Patient Sitter.”
Reasons that a patient will have a “patient sitter” include:
More often than not I sit with older patients.
Part of my job includes recording the activities of the patient every fifteen minutes on an “observation sheet.” I have to write down the time, identify what they were doing, and initial it.
Often I will write out the times several hours ahead and then just record activities and initial it when that time comes.
The other night as I was writing out the times for the next several hours it occurred to me… this patient may not make it for the next several hours. I am assuming that they will be here and doing activities for me to record!
This is not a thought I would have about someone who is younger and outside of the hospital. Someone like myself. I just assume the next fifteen minutes are mine to live. But why?
I just assume the next fifteen are mine. Maybe not. I have no more right to claim those minutes than does the confused and sick senior citizens with whom I sit.
The Bible says, “How do you know what will happen tomorrow? For your life is like the morning fog– it’s here a little while, then it’s gone” (James 4:14 NLT). This is a caution to each of us to not presume upon the next minutes. It is a call to us to live humbly and gratefully.
Humble because I know… it could be gone soon and there’s nothing I can do about that.
Grateful because I know… it is mine now to be lived with passion and love!
Victor Frankyl in his book Man’s Search for Meaning has a unique take on this idea. He writes:
Live as if you were living for the second time and had acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now.
Don’t read over that quickly! Stop! Re-read it!
Done?
Now, go live as if these minutes may be your last!
Right now I am reading Aristotle’s book on ethics (download it for free on Kindle).
He said something last night that I jotted down in my journal to reflect further upon. Discussing happiness he writes, “…as it is not one swallow or one fine day that makes a spring, so it is not one day or a short time that makes a man blessed and happy.”
You might have made this mistake, I have, thinking that one day or one event would make you “really happy.” Not so… at least for long.
Since last April I have been overcoming what sure looked and felt like depression. In my journey towards health and happiness I have discovered that what Aristotle wrote is true… happiness doesn’t come from one thing or one day. Believe me, I tried and consistently found myself disappointed.
And then I made a handful of important decisions. (I wrote about them in a blog post over at pastormojo.com. There is a link to that article at the end of this blog post)
Over time, as I began to live out those decisions I began the journey from funk to fun. Just the other day I told Sherri, “I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time!” I am happy, grateful, dreaming again, and discovering fresh new pockets of life that I’d forgotten about!
The lesson I learned is that happiness is the result of right actions over a long time.
It’s like most other things:
You get the point… the best things in life don’t happen overnight. They require the right actions over an extended period of time.
It’s been over two months since I’ve started my second job working at the hospital as a patient sitter. It’s time for some reflective thoughts on the journey thus far…
Tony McCollum is a pastor in Atlanta. He is the founding pastor of Fusion Church and the creator of such goodness as pastormojo.com and pastorgear.com.
Tony is a friend of mine and a mentor who I look up to and learn from. Recently he asked me to write an article for pastormojo.com. Today it was published.
I wrote about recovering from a disaster. It might be helpful for you. You can check it out here.
P.S. you can check out more of Tony’s goodness on his blog.
I am thirty-six years old. Strong. Intelligent. Blessed. And pretty darn humble too.
OK seriously… I am thirty six years old.
When I was twenty-five I knew what I wanted to do “for the rest of my life.” I’m not so sure about that anymore.
I don’t know how or where, but somewhere along the way things have gotten blurry. For the last couple of years I have wrestled with this thought:
Most young people are idealists. They come charging into life with intentions and plans to change the world, but somewhere along the journey “reality” sets in. They have a setback or two and before you know it the dreamers wake up, and “settle” for simply showing up and staying out of trouble.
When Idealism meets reality it seems like reality wins more often than not. Dreams get shelved… or worse, forgotten.
“Mature” men snicker and “poo poo” the enthusiasm of youth. They have forgotten what it felt like to dream. They have accepted “reality.”
And yet there is something beautiful about a man (or woman) who has taken a strong dose of “reality” and still continues to press forward with the dream… a person in whom idealism continues to breath!
I have met “reality” and tasted the bitter taste of disappointment and failure. I have felt the tug towards complacency and even been encouraged by some to “slow down.” And yet I live with the sense that these are the danger days… the days in which choices are made that separate dreamers from settlers… risk takers from security seekers. These are the days when I will choose to shelve my passion and hunker down or I will choose to light it up and move forward. I have seen enough middle aged and older people living with regret that I am determined not to be one of their number.
But I am troubled. What used to be so clear is not so clear any longer.
Somewhere along the way I have lost my clarity… my driving purpose… my “hill to die on”… the crusade for which I will give my life.
Now, I know that to write this is risky. It means that the people I pastor may wonder about me. It means that those who look up to me (everyone shorter than 6’1) may not look at me the same any longer. Some may not understand. This note is not for them.
This note is for you… those of you who, like me, still have a passion to change the world, to make an impact… you’re just not sure exactly how YOU are going to do it. This note is for you… for us.
I don’t have an answer… yet. But I know that there is a clear and specific purpose for each person. I have a general sense of purpose… to study, write, teach, and call people to God… but I lack specifics beyond that. I wish I knew what they were.
So, I’ve been reading a book called, Leaders Who Last, by Dave Kraft. In this book he discusses the importance of knowing your purpose… it’s critical for lasting in the leadership arena.
He gives eleven pointers that are well worth my time to follow up on so I thought I’d share them with you too. From Dave Kraft, “here are a few steps that will help you on the road to identifying your purpose”:
1. Record Bible passages God has applied to your life.
2. Reflect on how God has used you in the past.
3. Determine what you are passionate about.
4. List your known gifts and strengths.
5. Delineate what you have excelled at in your work experience.
6. Define what action words best describe what you like to do.
7. Write down what you enjoy doing in your free time.
8. Reread all your answers.
9. Take note of common themes.
10. Write down key words or ideas that repeat.
11. Summarize those key words in a short, energizing statement about yourself.
Now I share this, my story and Dave’s tips, for two reasons:
Want to join me on this quest?
Exercising your body is one of the most important and immediate actions you can take to improve your life. When I am in shape physically I feel it spiritually, emotionally, financially and relationally. I think better, sleep better, work better and enjoy a surge of self-confidence.
Earlier this week I had a few thoughts occur to me regarding life lessons I’ve learned at the gym. Yesterday we hit the first three: (Read the entire article here)
Let’s talk about the other three lessons…
Yesterday I said that pain always precedes growth. That’s true, but intelligent workout artists know the difference between good and bad pain! Good pain is something you press through. Bad pain is something you stop for.
Lots of people quit because it hurts… even if it’s good pain. They will never enjoy the other side of pain.
On the other hand, there are some people who don’t know when to quit, and they injure themselves as a result.
Just a couple of weeks ago I walked away from an exercise because I felt a bad pain. I knew that pressing through it would do significant harm.
It’s hard for me to tell you the difference, but my guess is that you have a pretty good sense.
Bill Hybels (a pastor and exercise buff) wrote an article a few years ago called “Reading Your Gauges” that is a most helpful article on this subject! He tells his story of pressing through the bad pain and hurting himself and shares the secret (learned through pain) of how to identify and avoid bad pain! You can read it here.
I love going to Brutal Iron Gym for a lot of reasons, one of which is the number of really strong guys training really hard. When I see them pushing and hear them grunting it inspires me to push and grunt too! I know it will lead to greater strength!
Intentionally being around stronger people helps me to visualize what it takes and what it will look like to be stronger!
Listen, if the people around you are weaker than you who is going to inspire and challenge you? There all going to be looking up to you… and in time you’ll notice that you’ve stopped growing!
In life, like the gym, I find that when I intentionally get around people who are smarter, richer, wiser, and have stronger faith than I do I leave inspired, challenged and often equipped to take the next step!
This is important! I learn a lot by observing and asking questions about new exercises, proper form, etc. Most of the time the people I ask aren’t offended and will even take time to explain (i.e. teach) me the secret of the exercise!
Asking questions requires humility. In essence you are saying, “I don’t know what you know. Will you teach me?” But humility leads to strength and favor.
Just this week while I was doing an exercise, I had a guy come up to me and offer me a tip. I implemented his idea and got seven extra repetitions. In other words, I worked my muscles harder so they will grow bigger because of his tip! Now here’s the thing… do you know why he came up to me and gave me that tip? Because I am always asking him questions! He understands that I want to know and learn and will not take offense at his offering me a suggestion (sometimes people in the gym, like in life, are not open to suggestions on form, etc.).
Whether you are in the gym, the classroom, the garage, or the grocery store… ask questions! You’ll be surprised what people will share with you and how much more you will grow as you listen and implement your new found knowledge!
Well there they are… the six lessons I’ve learned from the gym.
So, how about you? Do you exercise? What life lessons have you picked up from your exercise regimen?