It’s Monday; you’ve got a significant job to do tomorrow: if you haven’t done so already, you’ve been assigned the task of completing and returning a ballot with the aspiration of helping to create a social framework that will allow people to flourish and – ultimately – to glorify God.

                If you’d prefer to avoid all things political, the next couple of weeks are going to be a real bummer, for you. The White House isn’t up for grabs in the midterm elections, but candidates for local, state and national positions are slinging elbows and engaging in shout-fests

                      Follow the Money.           The quote comes from the movie, All the President’s Men. It happened in a conversation between Bob Woodward – the investigative reporter from the Washington Post who, with his writing partner Carl Bernstein, broke the story on

              For the next three weeks, expect to be inundated by messages using every platform, trying to get your attention through any and all portals in search of your decision-making process leading up to the mid-term ballot. Some of the appeals will focus on policy – rather than bold-faced partisanship

          It was a little early for my blood to start boiling, but it happened, nonetheless. Pulling into my coffee oasis at the opening bell this morning, the political ads were the bridge between the latest Monday morning traffic reports and the terrorism convos regarding last week’s airline dust-up in Dubai.

            Over the last few weeks, I’ve been struck by a challenging reality. Generations have been forming as virtual tribes in our contemporary culture; tribal warfare is busting out along the perimeters that define the boundaries around these age/stage cohorts. Modeling constructive relationships across generations could use a refresh. Where do we find that?            

            If you’ve been reading my recent posts on Mondays – in my Point of View – you know that I’ve drawn a line in the sand regarding your life and its seasons. First Half sounds great – “forever young” is the delusion – but you’re dealing with the reality that you’ve probably crossed the

            Did you pick up on what I was saying last week? Here’s an outtake from my last challenge:             I’ve got two audiences reading this week’s taunt: First Halfers who are still on the hunt for success. If that’s you, here’s my question: who do you have to mentor you toward a life of

            Don’t look at the weather report; look at your calendar: it’s change-of-seasons time. Whatever your routines were for summer are now set aside as you reload for the fall. You had some flex ‘til last week; work contacts grant some grace and give some slack until Labor Day. Then, the game clock kicks back

            Happy Labor Day! The origins of the holiday are woven into the union movements of an earlier era. When the holiday was proposed 140 years ago, the majority of Americans were engaged in farming, factories and mining. Today, most are service and knowledge workers using keyboards instead of hammers. The day set aside to