What’s the right thing to do?

I suspect we’ve all asked ourselves that question—many times. Life has a way of dropping non-black-and-white problems in my lap, and for some reason I seem to have misplaced the directions.

Last week I talked a little about using games as a metaphor for life (Right Or Not Right?). Today I’d like to share a couple of stories. Both events are real. I’ve altered names and details.

Story #1

A friend (I’ll call him Greg) coaches cross-country at a large high school. A few years ago his team ran in the state meet. My friend and his team were elated when the scores were tallied and they were proclaimed State Champions!

As the athletes celebrated, Greg looked over the results sheet. He felt pretty certain that one of his runners had been accidentally misplaced.

Coaches and athletes work a lifetime to earn a state championship. No one else noticed the mistake. The judges, the other coaches—they all should have been more diligent.

Neither Greg nor his runners broke any rules. Greg wasn’t a race official—scoring wasn’t his job. The officials compiled scores and handed out trophies.

Story #2

“Kristopher” was doing his part to support the economy on Cyber Monday. On a popular shopping site he discovered a “mistake price” on an item. A misplaced decimal point transformed a $900 item into a $9 bargain!

Kristopher didn’t post the wrong price—he wasn’t even looking for it. $9 is the official listed price. One click would save $891. He’s not breaking any laws; he’s only buying an item at the price posted on the company’s web site.

What should he do with this unexpected gold mine? Should he buy the one item he needs at the big discount, or grab several to maximize the savings? Why not email his friends so they can jump in before the company discovers the error?

Any of these choices would be legal, clever, and smart. The mistake’s not his fault. The company should be more careful and diligent, right?

# # # # #

All Greg has to do is keep quiet and his team will be State Champions. All Kristopher has to do is click a button to profit from a loophole and legally save a lot of money.

Why shouldn’t each guy use the rules to his advantage?

Pretending that life works like a game deludes me into harming myself and others while hiding behind the pretense that I’m just “following the rules.” It’s an illusion that allows me to justify and rationalize, using false assumptions about rules and rights to mask deceit, deception, and dishonesty.

Life isn’t a game. A game is an artificial environment created and governed by its rules. No rules—no game. Life’s not that simple.

In a game …

• The goal is to win—within the rules.
• The rules are clear, unambiguous, and universally accepted by the participants.
• The rules define right and not-right.
• Winning through deception—within the rules—is encouraged and rewarded.
• Discovering and exploiting loopholes is clever strategy.
• Breaking a rule and escaping detection is cheating.

In life…

• Each individual defines success and establishes goals.
• There are few clear, universally-accepted rules.
• Right and not-right can’t be codified.
• Winning through deception—as long as it’s legal—is _____ (crafty, shrewd, …)?
• Discovering and exploiting loopholes is _____ (creative, innovative, …)?
• Breaking a rule and escaping detection is _____ (clever, lucky, …)?

In a game I’m expected to take advantage of others’ errors and devise clever ways to use the rules to my advantage. It’s the other guy’s responsibility to be diligent.

A game is by nature based on scarcity. I win only if others lose. Alliances must advance my chances of winning.

In my view, life was never designed to operate like a game.

Life lived well …

• is about what’s right rather than my rights.
• trusts in abundance instead of fearing scarcity.
• values sacrifice and service above personal gain.
• rests on eternal principles, not short-term results.
• centers on relationship and agape, not manipulation or exploitation of advantage.

I don’t want the job of morality cop for others. I’ve made plenty of bad choices and cut more than my share of corners. I’ve justified and gotten by with plenty of not-right behavior. Painful experience convinces me that complying with technicalities (or not-getting-caught) don’t substitute for doing what’s right.

So how did the stories end?

As his kids accepted the trophy in jubilation, Greg asked the officials to take another look. That’s the only reason they discovered the mistake.

Greg gathered his runners and explained the circumstances. Joy turned to confusion and then tears. Greg’s team found the rightful winners and handed over the cherished trophy.

From my perspective, he did the only right thing. He understood that life’s not a game. Greg’s a hero.

Kristopher sent an email and urged his friends to grab the deal before the company caught its error. I clicked on the link, and stared at the opportunity to save $891.

It’s a big company—they won’t miss the money. If I don’t buy it, someone else will. I’ll use the extra money for good. And besides, that company never gave me a break.

I was tempted, and I’m sad about that. It’s a great reminder not to judge the speck in the other person’s eye.

Tomorrow I’m going to look at two common approaches to rules and try to understand a third, and much better, option.

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Who’s In First?

Is it possible that Abundance is a self-created cycle?

The steps in this picture take the marchers perpetually uphill or downhill. Same steps—it’s all about which direction they choose to walk. I have a feeling the same sort of dynamic works for abundance and scarcity.

Last time (Teaching Me) I talked about learning to think in scarcity terms. I think it works something like the path in this diagram.

The path brings me to a POD (Point Of Decision) between abundance and scarcity. The first time I choose scarcity I begin to create a faint new path in that direction. The next time I encounter the POD I’m probably more likely to take the familiar path.

Each time I choose scarcity the path becomes more familiar and well-worn, increasing the likelihood that I’ll choose that path. Eventually it’s nearly impossible to perceive any other option. Even though the “Abundance” sign remains, it appears that there’s really only one possible path.

Can I break this self-defeating cycle? I think so. I think the process is pretty simple, but it’s not easy.

Breaking the cycle means stepping into unfamiliar, uncharted territory. I picture the path in a deep woods—one path obviously leads somewhere, and that’s comforting. Choosing abundance means wandering off where there’s no path. I might get lost, fall off a cliff, or be attacked by wild animals. At least the other path is safe, right?

But I know the familiar path takes me to an undesirable destination, so I have to choose. I can continue on the path to frustration, or take the risk of the untried direction.

Choosing the new path requires faith and courage. But the risk creates a new path. Each approach to the POD is an opportunity to mark the new direction a bit more clearly. And as I avoid the old path it will gradually disappear.

We can start over, change old habits, and make healthier choices. We can choose new directions.

I believe that why Jesus came to Earth. He saw us choosing scarcity. He saw the pain and sadness. He came to show us a better way. He walked the path of abundance and promised that He’d be with us if we’d follow in His steps.

I’d like to tell that teenage “me” to step out, take the risk, and choose abundance. How about you?

Do you hesitate to choose abundance? What’s one small decision you can make, right now, to begin following a new path?

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When we are young or immature, right theology makes us feel superior, but when we are older and more mature, a study of theology makes us feel inferior and unworthy, undeserved, and grateful. Don Miller

Do you ever think about the life-changing lessons you learned as a kid?

I’m not talking about words and facts from parents and teachers because they mostly fade away. Words don’t really convey the important lessons.

I always felt sort of sorry for my dad. I didn’t understand it until later, but even as a kid I had this nagging sense that there was something sad about him.

Dad was smart—not educated, but really smart. He was a high school football star and state champion sprinter. He returned from Germany after WWII and worked his way into a successful career with a lot of responsibility. I think everyone liked him; if he spent much time in a small town he knew enough people to run for mayor and win.

He apparently had a full, successful life. So why did I find my dad’s life so sad?

He was afraid. I don’t think he ever took a step backward from anyone in his life, but Dad lived in fear.

Somewhere in my past there’s a teenage kid who learned to be afraid and to react to fear with anger.

Dad never thought he was good enough. In his eyes, other people were smarter, more educated, more capable, and more worthy. He believed strongly in his own inferiority, and he believed that’s what others perceived.

He feared showing any weakness or vulnerability and hid behind a “good guy” façade that kept everyone at arm’s length. His many friends mostly didn’t know him. Those who managed to see behind the mask never dared to get closer.

I learned to fear the temper that erupted without warning when his fragile pretense of confidence was threatened. I learned that acceptance could only be earned through accomplishment, that appearance mattered more than substance, and that self-concept was totally dependent on others’ perceptions.

That kid learned well. Everything he learned might be summarized in a single word: he learned an attitude of scarcity.

There was never enough. Achievement, acceptance, self-worth—you name it, there was never enough. Life was about working and striving for a goal I couldn’t reach and pretending everything was great. Above all it was about deception, making sure nobody saw the real me. Anyone who really knew me would surely reject me.

That kid worked very hard to appear superior because he knew he was inferior.

I wish I could talk to that teenager.

I’d tell him that scarcity was a lie, that everything he fought so hard to attain was already his in unlimited abundance.

I’d tell that kid about the outrageous things Jesus said. I want you to have a full, abundant life. Take courage. Don’t be afraid. Come to me and I will give you rest. You don’t have to earn self-worth—you are worth my life.

I don’t think he’d believe me, at least not right away. Those early lessons were pretty deeply ingrained. You don’t just shrug when everything you learned from your dad suddenly turns inside-out and upside-down. You do everything possible to pound a new round peg into an old square hole.

I suspect he’d resist and intellectualize and rationalize. He’d turn Christianity into another place to achieve, so he’d learn a lot about the Bible and theology. Even after he took in the head knowledge, he’d guard his heart because that’s what he’d learned. He’d run away. The facts wouldn’t change his behavior much.

I wish I could tell him to relax a little, let it go, and quit running. I’d tell him that all the stuff he’s so worried about doesn’t matter very much, that things usually work out, and that he can’t control most important things anyway.

I’d also tell him that running is useless, that he can’t get to a place where God can’t find him, and that God won’t give up on him. I’d tell him to stop trying to prove he isn’t worthy because he can’t mess up badly enough to drive God away.

I’d tell him to stop pretending to be thankful for what he earned and instead to be grateful for the abundance he doesn’t deserve.

He didn’t know about abundant love and forgiveness. He didn’t know about Relentless Grace. I wish I could help him understand—it would save both of us a lot of grief.

What would you like to tell a teenage “you”?

P.S.—I’d also tell that kid to be more careful installing Christmas lights. But since he thought he was invincible, I don’t imagine he’d pay much attention. Spinal cord injuries and paralysis happen to other people. **Sigh**

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Happy Monday. Around here we’ve got our first snow on the ground—time to get the winter tires on the wheelchair. This edition of word-of-the-week has me thinking about…

ABUNDANCE

Abundance is an attitude, and it doesn’t come easily or naturally to me.

I grew up in a home of scarcity. Our scarcity wasn’t material—it was much worse. We seemed to live beneath a cloud of undefined fear that there would never quite be enough.

I’m trying to learn that an attitude of true abundance doesn’t rest in the security of a warm house or a nice car. It’s got little to do with a bank account. It isn’t even about family and friends.

I am certainly thankful for the people and things with which I’ve been richly blessed. I’m also thinking that they have little to do with a sincere abundance mentality.

Jesus said He came to bring a full, abundant life [John 10:10]. I’m pretty sure He referred to something beyond what I think about when Thanksgiving rolls around. I’m thankful for many blessings, but somehow I suspect those aren’t the markers of abundance for which Jesus sacrificed so much.

Does this notion make any sense? Do you understand abundance that isn’t about what we have or don’t have?

I’m thinking and perhaps writing about abundance this week. Together, perhaps we can get at what it means to really live a full, abundant life.

What marks an attitude of abundance? How is this different from “being thankful”?

I wish us all a week of abundance. By Friday, maybe I’ll understand better what that means.

How do you decide what really matters?

How do you balance what’s fun, interesting, or rewarding with what matters?

I know about the platitudes—what matters to me is what matters to God. That’s true enough, I suppose, but it doesn’t always help me know if what I’m doing right now is work that’s worthy of my time, talent, or treasure. I want to use what I’ve been given wisely, so how do I decide?

What’s the work that really matters?

Last time I talked about money (Gasoline, Money, And Stuff That Matters). While there’s nothing wrong with an enterprise that makes a profit, I’m convinced that stuff that matters must be about more than accumulating wealth.

Since the Bouncing Back Workshop has been on my mind a lot recently—and assuming you’re not getting sick of hearing about it—suppose I use that as a concrete example.

The workshop’s certainly not about money. I have a few hundred hours invested in writing, creating visuals, and producing the workbook. I only charge for the materials and my expenses, so I’m not getting rich. But, by itself, that doesn’t mean it’s work that matters. There must be more to it.

What else? Any thoughts?

What about value? What am I getting from the experience, and what’s the benefit to others? I’m thinking that must be another measure.

If I’m doing work that matters, others must benefit more than I do.

So far, I’m on the wrong side of this ledger. I’ve learned so much from the writing process, analyzing my experiences, figuring out how to present my thoughts in a useful, coherent manner. I’ve been able to immerse myself in a truly meaningful (to me) and interesting project, which brings me huge value.

But right now I don’t think it qualifies as work that matters. Until I share what I’ve learned with others and know that they’ve received something useful, it’s just in my own head. I’ve learned and grown, and that’s a good thing. But I’m thinking that it doesn’t really matter much until it creates value for others.

Gasoline

Going back to the gasoline metaphor, it’s the difference between joy-riding and a meaningful journey. Nothing wrong with occasionally driving for pleasure or relaxation, but an entire life of joy-riding would be kind of empty. In order to matter, the journey needs a purpose.

To me, that purpose must involve giving more than I receive. And if I receive a lot, that’s great, as long as the value to others is greater. Otherwise, it’s simply self-gratification.

Does that make sense?

So, work that matters must meet these two criteria:

• It must be about more than simply accumulating money.
• It must produce more value for others than for me.

Next Tuesday I want to write about one more idea, but first I’d really like to hear your thoughts.

Do you agree? What have I missed? What else would you add?

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Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. [1 Thessalonians 5:16-18]

Ever had one of those days?

Well, I’ve already had one today, and it’s only 9:30 am.

Nothing catastrophic; my spinal cord injury decided to remind me of its ability to disrupt plans and make even the simplest tasks rather unpleasant. But I got past the nastiness, everything’s okay, and hopefully the injury’s done with finding ways to assert itself.—though it IS only 9:30.

So I’m sitting at the keyboard, but I don’t really want to work. Don’t want to write, plan, or even return emails—I’m frustrated that this happened, that I had to skip my ride this morning, that the day isn’t unfolding as I’d envisioned. My feelings tell me that I’d be perfectly justified if I just blew off the rest of this miserable day.

This morning’s events are especially poignant because I’ve been writing this week about maintaining an abundance mentality and an attitude of gratitude. (How To Discover Gratitude, How To Relate In Abundance)

It’s almost as though the enemy says, “Okay, you think it’s a world of abundance with lots of stuff for which you’re thankful. Well, let’s see how thankful you’re feeling after THIS.”

And you know what? I’m NOT thankful for the way this morning unfolded. I don’t like the discomfort and embarrassment and loss of control over my situation.

I almost fell into the trap.

Thankful isn’t a feeling. Gratitude isn’t an emotion. God doesn’t expect me to fake it, to pretend that I welcome the events that greeted me this morning. The bible doesn’t ask me to say I’m thankful for pain and sadness and grief. Read this passage—what’s the key word?

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. [1 Thessalonians 5:16-18]

I believe the important word is “in.” It doesn’t say “give thanks FOR all circumstances.” So while I’m emphatically not feeling thankful for the way my day started, I can still choose gratitude.

I am thankful for:

• The simple fact that I got past an episode that likely would have landed me in the emergency room a few years ago.
• The short ride I was able to do with Monte once things calmed down. I missed my normal workout, but we got outside and enjoyed the cool weather. He got to sniff around and trot three or four miles; I got to calm down and get some perspective.
• A reminder of the abundant blessings that remain. All of the good things I noticed yesterday (How To Discover Gratitude) didn’t disappear just because I experienced a setback.
• The will to write this article, even though I don’t feel like doing it. And, in fact, I actually feel better than I did when I began. I believe that’s a blessing from the Spirit, a result of believing and acting in abundance and gratitude even when I feel something different.

Mostly, though, I’m grateful for new beginnings.

I’m thankful that I’m not a product of my past, that the events of this morning don’t define the rest of my day unless I choose to allow it. I’m grateful that Jesus wiped the slate clean, and that I get to start over.

My friend Dick Foth was once asked to summarize the gospel in non-church language. I love his response:

Jesus left his place and came to our place.
Then He took our place, so He could take us to His place.

I’m grateful for that.

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 such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength. [Philippians 4:8-9, 11-13]

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Can I be grateful without realizing it? Without expressing it?

Last time I talked about maintaining an attitude of abundance (How To Relate In Abundance). Since I usually associate abundance with gratitude, I started wondering if I’m truly grateful. I haven’t said I’m grateful much lately, which got me wondering whether gratitude has to be conscious and expressed to be authentic. If I don’t acknowledge something, does that mean I’m taking it for granted?

I don’t know the answer—I’m hoping you will leave a comment and share your thoughts. But I decided to take my bike ride this morning with an intentionally grateful attitude, trying to be consciously aware of the everyday things I encounter and maybe don’t always appreciate.

I’m grateful for:

• Cool early mornings.
• A dad who walked his son to the bus stop for the first day of school.
• A family picking up trash along the bike path.
• An absolutely still pond.
• The flock (Gaggle? Herd?) of geese who blocked the trail on their way for an early morning swim. It’s pretty incredible to sit five feet from such creatures while they ignore your presence.
• The free entertainment provided by the guy who was in a hurry and thought he could scare the geese off the path by yelling and charging at them. Two big Canadian geese with wings spread full-out, hissing and charging back, is a pretty intimidating sight. Didn’t know a guy straddling a bike could back up that fast.
• Dogs.
• Clean, clear water. (I KNOW I take that for granted.)
• The secluded spot where Spring Creek tumbles over the rocks.
• The cardiac recovery group from the hospital. They laughed and chatted, savoring new friendships forged by shared adversity and hope.
• The boy who pointed and asked his dad why I was riding “that kind of” bike.
• His dad, who smiled while I answered the follow-up questions. Why do you pedal with your arms? Why don’t your legs work? Why does your neck make your legs paralyzed? Why are you wearing those gloves? Why can’t they fix your legs? (I think he was glad someone else faced the incessant barrage of “why?”)
• The chocolate lab splashing in the creek.
• Monte’s greeting when I returned home.

I guess you get the idea—no problem finding events for which I’m grateful. I still don’t know the answer to my question—maybe it really doesn’t matter.

It wasn’t the best, most focused workout. Too many interruptions.

I’m grateful.

I need to slow down and acknowledge my gratitude. You?

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“None of us can identify with what you’ve been through.”

I hear that a lot when I speak to groups. The speaker implies that my experience is so uniquely horrific that most folks simply can’t relate. But it goes a step further—somehow, my loss is “worse” than anything most other folks have experienced.

I don’t agree.

When I’m feeling a little sarcastic I’m tempted to reply, “I hear what you’re saying, and I appreciate your concern. But being bald isn’t really as bad as you think.”

I know—it’s a really terrible joke. But doesn’t the corny humor conceal a grain of truth?

None of us can truly identify with another’s experience. If you have a full, luxurious head of hair, you certainly can’t appreciate having most of your scalp involuntarily exposed to the weather. If you can walk and run and jump, you don’t truly understand what it’s like to suddenly lose those abilities forever.

But I cannot fully comprehend the nightmare of abuse or the horror of a child’s death. I don’t understand what it’s like to be in prison. There’s something unique about each loss that makes it, on one level, incomprehensible to anyone else.

My question isn’t about the uniqueness—it’s about the comparing. I guess I get concerned when people compare their pain—or their happiness—to someone else’s.

Some people go even further. “Hearing your story makes me feel guilty about my petty troubles.”

So if I understand it correctly, your pain suddenly disappeared because I showed up with a sadder story? And if someone with terminal cancer enters the room, I guess I’m no longer entitled to my sense of loss?

This preposterous obsession with comparison stems from the culture’s pervasive attitude of scarcity. We act like there’s a limited supply of esteem or self-worth or love. Contentment and happiness become objects of competition; it you want more you have to take them from someone else.

I think it’s this attitude of scarcity that compels us to compare pain and loss. If happiness is defined relative to others, then misery must be that way as well.

It’s a lie.

The simple truth is that one person’s pain has nothing to do with another’s. As a friend of mine says, “Everyone’s worst is their worst.”

I believe God wants me to operate from an attitude of abundance. In John 10:10 Jesus says, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” The KJV translation says, “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”

Scarcity and comparing are rooted in insecurity. We strive for more in a futile attempt to fill the void of “not enough.” It’s an endless death spiral of guilt and resentment that divides us into “haves” and “have-nots,” “fortunate” and “less fortunate.” It’s a world of “my car’s better than yours” and “your pain’s worse than mine.”

Abundance and fullness offer freedom. When contentment and peace are freely available to all, I can experience compassion without pity and celebration without resentment or guilt.

Pain, loss, and grief are perhaps the most universally human experiences, and what unites is far more powerful than what divides. We devalue this common understanding when we insist on comparing, categorizing, and judging our triumphs and tragedies.

We’d do better to seek understanding that allows us to support each other with unconditional love. You may not know what it’s like to be paralyzed, but you know exactly what it’s like to grieve and ask why God allowed such pain.

That’s an attitude of abundance that fosters growth, wisdom, and transparent relationships.

I do not believe my struggle is any “worse” or “better” than yours—except maybe for the bald part.

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I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong. Leo Rosten

This month’s character trait from CharacterFirst! is GENTLENESS: Showing consideration and personal concern for others.

 Have you ever wondered why we seem so fearful of the perception of gentleness?

SCARCITY

Our culture worships those who succeed, but we’re stuck with a scarcity model of success. Success means winning, and that means everyone else has to lose.

This model allows only three options:

• Play and win—you’re a winner
• Play and lose–you’re a loser.
• Refuse to play—you’re a coward, but you pretend the game isn’t important.

Winners are celebrities. Losers are, well, losers. And cowards are worse than losers. There’s not much room for gentleness within a scarcity model.

Winners are tough. They intimidate and control through anger and power. Winners fight and impose their will on losers; they shout, fight, and do whatever it takes.

And winners must insure that everyone knows they’re winners. It’s not enough to be rich or beautiful or smart; you have to publicize your success. You have to make sure the losers know their place.

In the scarcity model, gentle is for sissies. Gentle implies vulnerable, weak, and incapable. Gentle means you can’t stand up for yourself and you get pushed around. Gentle is for the cowards, those who fear the battle.

ABUNDANCE

Despite the preponderance of cultural metaphors, life isn’t a football season in which there’s a single champion. Success isn’t scarce; it’s abundant.

In an abundance model, you don’t need to crush the opposition. There’s plenty of opportunity, and my success doesn’t mean someone else’s failure. There are lots of chances to help each other. The list of options changes.

• Succeed to the level dictated by your talent, creativity, ingenuity, and hard work.
• Build relationships and use your talent, creativity, ingenuity, and hard work to help others succeed—and invite them to do the same for you.

This isn’t a forced-choice situation, either. In fact, it’s likely that those who employ both strategies do best.

An abundance mentality encourages the development of authentic strength and toughness AND gentleness. Each achievement enhances your sense of personal power and self-confidence, so there’s less need to impress others with false bravado. As you build your own inner security, you’re also creating strong relationships that automatically foster mutual consideration and concern.

TOUGH AND GENTLE?

Some would claim that abundance is an impossible utopian fantasy, that competition is inevitable, and that to compete successfully you cannot show mercy to the opposition. Competition requires a certain ruthlessness that automatically precludes gentleness.

I’ve learned that this version of toughness is really a mask, an imitation of authentic strength. Bullies are cruel because they’re fundamentally insecure, and those who flaunt success are compensating for inner fear and loneliness. Only the weak feel the need to continually demonstrate their strength.

Shouting, profanity, and angry rhetoric conceal uncertainty and lack of knowledge or ability. They’re a cheap method of attracting attention. Confident, strong people don’t need manufactured attention, because others naturally gravitate to them.  They don’t need to intimidate, and they don’t need others to validate their accomplishments.

Gentleness is not weakness. Gentleness requires courage, self-assurance, and inner security. I hope you and I find the strength to be truly gentle with ourselves and others.

Gentleness shouldn’t be confused with weakness: cowards are submissive because they lack the resources to be anything else. True gentleness is a quality of the strong, those who could assert themselves but choose not to do so.

Tomorrow we’ll talk about Jesus as a model of gentle toughness and strength.

Anything else? Do you ever struggle to find the strength to be gentle?

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I received one of those forwarded emails this week. I usually try to at least skim through them before hitting DELETE, and occasionally I am rewarded with a gem.Dear God, 

I bet it’s very hard for you to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it.  Nan 

In the wealthiest nation in history, we live too often with a scarcity mentality. We never seem to have enough time or money or electronic gadgets. It seems that the more we have, the more unfulfilled we feel.

Technology eliminates repetitive tasks and frees our time, but we in fact have less time for important relationships. We find ourselves trapped in an endless cycle in which we go to work to get the money to buy the stuff, but there is seemingly never enough stuff. So we work harder to get more money to buy more stuff. The wheel just keeps spinning faster and we run harder to keep up. Perhaps that awareness is one hidden benefit of the current difficult economic circumstances. Maybe uncertainty can help us to recognize the reality that true security cannot be attained on the work-money-stuff merry-go-round.

Our culture functions on the assumption that fulfillment stems from having and getting, even though experience clearly teaches that this scarcity model only creates an ever-increasing sense of emptiness.

We even view love through this lens of scarcity. We behave as though a finite amount of love exists and we parcel it out carefully to those who earn it in some way. We love those who love us in return, as though we may deplete our supply of love if we give it to one who fails to return it.

That’s not God’s model. He loves freely and unconditionally; no limits, restrictions, or requirements. God offers an abundance model in which love liberally shared is multiplied. His command to love our neighbors, and even our enemies, arises from an abundance model.

Authentic abundance never stems from acquisition. The things that matter most in life—relationship, acceptance, and love—arise most fully when they are shared as though there is always an overflowing cup with excess for all.

Question: Where has the scarcity model impacted you most significantly?

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