Spoiler alert – this is a deviation from my normal posts and is a political post.  You have been warned.

The first time I ever heard the above title spoken, it was by a Major League Baseball player during the pre-game festivities of his first All-Star game. Having reached the pinnacle of his profession and upon being in the presence of the very heroes of the game that he had looked up to, his only response at the time was to look, listen and observe. I have always enjoyed that quote and have leaned on it often when dealing with emotional and overwhelming situations. Reflecting on the last few weeksFlag_of_Cameroon.svg has once again returned that quote to my mind:

“Eyes open, ears open, mouth shut.”

Now I am a huge fan of the West Wing, having watched the entire series on at least 4 separate occasions. One of the techniques that Aaron Sorkin and the writing staff regularly utilized when dealing with an emotional issue on the show was to have one of the main characters (usually President Josiah Bartlett) list statistics in quFlag_of_Chad.svgick succession to reinforce the magnitude of the problem. In homage to that show, I provide the statistics below:

16:     The number of terror attacks in the last two months where more than 10 people were killed

786:   Total number of people killed in those 16 attacks

10:      The number of different countries where those attacks occurred (France, Lebanon, Egypt, Pakistan, Nigeria, Chad, Turkey, Iraq, Cameroon, Somalia)

Flag_of_Egypt.svgDo those stats stun you?  They are stunning to me. Not due to the magnitude, because there has been larger tragedies historically in terms of sheer numbers. But I am stunned due to the breadth of terror in such a short amount of time across 10 countries. And it mainly has been the work of two groups: ISIL and Boko Haram. Please, please, please educate yourself on these two terror groups. Look…listen…learn. And when you have finished with that, you will realize that the time has now come to speak.

I have been a student of politics for many years. I enjoy it from a strategic standpoint and a policy standpoint. I have enjoyed many debates with my friends and family over the years and plan on continuing to do so. I even ran for office once in 2004 (losing pretty easily) which opened my eyes even more to the political game. I can game plan for you how a certain candidate can best position themselves to win the election via a ‘SEC primary’ strategy or how another can be the establishment darling. I can even plot out how the Republican candidate could be decided by a brokered convention which would bring the biggest reality show ratings of all time. That is fun. That is amusing.Flag_of_Somalia.svg

That is not what I’m addressing in this post.

This post is meant to be a course correction. Because some have either knowingly or unknowingly allowed themselves to be pulled so far off course, they may not realize they can even come back. And reading this may even offend you. But given the horrific attacks of the past two months, including at a place I was fortunate enough to visit for the first time less than a month ago, and given the conflicts that our country will face for many years to come, I feel compelled to explain some c225px-Flag_of_Pakistan.svgonclusions I’ve reached regarding those that would like to help decide our next Commander-in-Chief:

  • It is not intellectually honest to claim that you love the United States of America and care for it as a country and then support/defend a candidate
    who is unfit or unqualified for the office of President. And yes, being unfit or unqualified for office includes being300px-Flag_of_Nigeria.svg willfully ill-informed, ill-prepared, ignorant, a racist, a misogynist and/or a liar. If you care for the country, then one must respect the Office. And those that want to earn that honored place, must respect it as well. And if you think I’m talking about your preferred candidate, then doesn’t that say everything you need to know about them as a candidate?
  • Flag_of_Turkey.svgThe only logical and intellectually feasible rationale for supporting an unfit or unqualified person for President is simply an unquenched desire to see the entire institution and system burnt to the ground out of anger and vengeance. They have a word for that – it’s called anarchy.
  • If you are adhere to a Christian worldview and place a high value on Scriptural authority, please remember that pursuing the previous path as explained above is explicitly NOT what we are commanded to do in relation to a governing authority.  And please recall that when those commands were
    Flag_of_France.svgwritten, their governing authorities were people like Nero and Domitian.

In summary, being a citizen of the United States should make us feel fortunate and grateful for the opportunity to live in such freedom. And we should seek every Flag_of_Lebanon.svg possible way to provide that same hope and opportunity to all within our country. That is a serious and sober pursuit. May we approach our tasks as citizens in just such a way.

(And P.S. – this also includes embracing those that would like to join our country, under the law, in pursuit of life, liberty and happiness – similar to the very people upon which this country was built.  But further discussion of that point is for another time…)

The Fun Stuff:

My food cravings are in bizarro world – Potato chips are my new comfort food. There HAS to be at least one kind/brand of chocolate in this country that I actually like. Thank you Ben & Jerry’s for being global travelers.

My musical tastes are going through a mid-life crisis – I hereby praise Apple Radio for streaming classical or 80s music whenever I want. I blame this crisis on the music that was deemed necessary to calmly survive driving on narrow streets, on the left-hand side of the road. GnR would have caused too many crashes.

Oh Corolla, where art thou?! I miss the Corolla – there I said it. After 10 years of my love/hate relationship with my milquetoast commuter car, absence has made the heart grow fonder. Why? Because the commute here is the third circle of Dante’s Inferno. Not on an absolute basis – no, no – many people have it worse than me. Totally on a relative basis. My germaphobia is almost cured. My personal bubble has gone AWOL – please text me if you find it. I’m somewhat educated but am quite unclear how it can be 1000 degrees in the Tube under every conceivable weather condition. I knew real estate was a luxury in London, but didn’t realize that applied to seats on the train! Serenity now.

It’s a small world – literally. On our street is an American family…that goes to our school…whose last name is Woodbury….and who has a daughter named Abigaile. I think we are cousins like 15 times removed – still working on that.

My wife and the weather – um…it’s complicated.

London - Big ben and houses of parliament, UK

London – Big ben and houses of parliament, UK

The Serious Stuff:

It’s a big world – literally. I love the diversity that I am surrounded by every day – on every scale. I love that I am being challenged to understand, relate and empathize on a different scale. Whether it’s in the furniture store salesman discussing the basic tenets of Sikhism or talking to the Irishman who’s a foster parent or the military family on their 4th assignment, being the stranger in a strange land (1 Peter 2) is now vivid and disorienting to me.

I worship at the idol of control. I used to think this was just me pursuing my faithful duty to be organized and prepared for any and all situations (work, home, church, life) – it’s not. It’s allowing my attitude and emotions, and ultimately, my hope, to rest in my own skills and abilities, in me controlling my environment. Things, situations, people, schedules. Not a “puppet master, evil villain” type of control but a “if I do this, you should do that” or “if I plan this, it should turn out like that” sort of control that can happen dozens of times in a day. Order and predictability. Things that were simple for the first 40 years of my life are now hard. Things that were predictable are now chaotic. I was soft. I rested my faith on my routine, my time management and the orderly pursuit of my honorable tasks and goals. God has started to chip away and mold me in this. Be flexible. Enjoy the process. Love people. It has been painful and maddening. Anger has risen. Tears have been shed. But in the end, it will all be worth it.

The adventure is just beginning…until next time…

“I am from a mid-sized city in the heart of the Bible Belt, home to a culture shaped by college football, suburbia, and our finest eAnkenyLogo_highres_177944BE0C07Dxport, cultural Christianity.”  With these words Rodney Calfee opens Tradecraft:  For the Church on Mission, the crew at Upstream Collective’s foundational treatise on how to regain the Great Commission where we live.  The reason these words jumped out to me is that they are a fairly accurate summary of where my family and I have lived for the last seven years:  Ankeny, Iowa.  Definitely not a city anyone outside the state of Iowa would know, Ankeny is a city of 45,600 that has been in a population boom, growing over 140% since 1990.  It is a commuter suburb to Des Moines, the capital of Iowa, a metro area with over 650,000 citizens.  So although not in the defined Bible Belt, the societal priorities of sports and suburbia spoke to me immediately.  But even though I have lived here for seven years, I still felt quite ignorant about what makes my city tick.  With a median age of 32 years old, a 96% graduation rate, a community college of 29,000 and a median income 45% higher than the state average, I already knew it was a well-educated, upper-middle class and young community.  But that was just skin-deep.  It was only until I started applying some of the mapping methods laid out in Tradecraft, that my eyes started to be opened.  When first encountering terms laid forth in the book like paths and nodes,Screen Shot 2014-11-20 at 7.14.24 PM districts and edges, I was actually a bit intimidated.  It sounded like something more suited for a cartographer or city planner.  What what a portfolio manager with a finance background do with this knowledge?  But I persevered through, headed out into the city with my camera and my two boys…and started to see my city in a new light.  Through the Tradecraft method of mapping I learned:

I am oblivious I am too task-oriented and self-focused.  I need to open my eyes and really see.  Look around a bit and actually see the people.  See the need.  See the opportunity.  Until I started mapping, I never knew that from a city planning purpose, the entire city was split into four section based on two main nodes (roads).  Nor did I realize that due to the recent growth of the city and the establishment of two additional main nodes, that the city has basically been split into nine sections.  It is no wonder that the conflict and tension among different segments of the community has increased significantly.  And it’s also no wonder that due to this growth, the opportunity to get lost (economically and spiritually) in the midst of the growth has also increased greatly.

I need to get out more – It’s the curse of the commuter town – everyone is out with the sole purpose of going somewhere else:  to work, back home, to the store, to school.  So it’s not like I’m physically not away from home, but mentally I’m not.  I need to get out of my self-focused mindset and focus on getting INTO the community.  Change where I shop for certain things so it’s more local.  Take that extra 120 seconds to engage my barista, cashier or waiter.  Chose community theatre over the super-plex.  Little things…but important things. And just like when you save money, its starts to add up.ShowImage.aspx

Time to get to work – Mapping was just the first step.  Utilizing the methodology from Tradecraft was a fantastic start but more needs to be done.  Even in the mapping itself, it takes time to properly understand the social and spiritual layer of a city.  That is why throughout the remaining chapters of Tradecraft, the focus becomes more personal, more difficult and absolutely necessary.  From exegeting culture and building relationships to engaging tribes and thinking through alternative paths, the hard work cannot be done in an afternoon with a camera.  It requires a lifestyle change and it requires commitment.  Be we can do this.  We must do this.  I must do this.  It is what we were asked to do by our Savior.

So let’s go…

Gravesite & Sun

In the early morning hours of November 25th, 2013 my father, Larry Woodbury, passed on from his life on this earth to a life of worshipping our Savior for ten thousand years and forever more.  That moment was preceded by a grueling and painful 5-month battle with lung cancer, concluding with a 13-day hospice stay that I still cannot fully fathom. So I am writing this post as a pause from my normal exploration of finance, entertainment and theology.  I am writing this because I HAVE to – not that I want to.  I have to get these thoughts out and move on.

So I duly warn all who continue that I will only be relating my experience with pain, grief and death.  Please do not draw any conclusions or comparisons with anyone else’s journey.  Each journey is subjective, personal, non-linear and irrational.  Each person’s battle with grief is as individual and unique as a snowflake or a fingerprint.  So this is my personal journey of what I learned watching death come:

  • I learned that my mother is even stronger and more courageous than I realized.
    • My father battled his cancer mostly in private and that was his wish.  My mother was the courageous one that had to deal with that on a daily, hourly and minute-by-minute basis. Showing God’s love, grace and strength during such circumstances is exactly what crowns in heaven are for.
  • I learned that there was no person more generous in this world than my father.
    • I could relate dozens of examples, but let me relate the last one.  The week before he was officially diagnosed with cancer, with his body already being ravaged with the cancer in at least three areas and while in extreme pain, he stopped by my house to see if I was free.  Why?  Because he wanted to add to my driveway a slab of cement so we could turn better into the driveway without destroying the grass by cutting the corner.  And why would he do this?  Because as he told me, he didn’t know when he would be able to do a project like this again.
  • I learned there is no manual or guidebook about this.
    • The Word of God provides me hope, don’t misunderstand me.  But at points you get overwhelmed.  How do I watch my father die?  How do I continue on when my 8-year son old sings his Christmas program song to his grandfather over the speakerphone and it ends in “sleep in heavenly peace”?  How do I watch my 6-year old daughter look through a window at her hero with chin folded on her arms?  How do I process her going up to her papa’s bed, blow him a kiss and say goodbye?  What do you say next when she prays, “We pray for papa; he has cancer.  Heal him.  We love him and don’t want him to leave but you in control.  Help meeting with doctor to go well so we can say goodbye.”  She showed more faith and Christian devotion in that little prayer than I ever have.  So in the end you have no choice – you run into your Savior’s arms and weep.
  • I learned that you have weird feelings that you truly don’t know how to process.
    • How do you process literally watching someone pass away?  Or watching my mother watch her husband of almost 50 years leave this earth?  Or watching my siblings watch their father grapple with death?  Or explaining this whole process to my three children?  It is simply brutal.
  • I learned that death is disgusting.
    • There is NOTHING good about it.  There is nothing to glamorize or romanticize.  It is gross and painful.  Emotionally and physically.  Watching a body waste away and shut down.  Learning how to grieve.  Watching others grieve.  Guiding young children through the sights, sounds, smells and situations.  The only thing that redeems it is because we have a Redeemer who loved us so much he sacrificed his Son.  The only thing that makes it hopeful is because he have been given a Hope and that hope is Christ.
  • I learned that I had forgotten that I was free.
    • Free to not care about the petty and the worthless and the meaningless.  The pop singer scandals, sport teams records, pseudo Christian controversies, political bickering, and work controversies.   If I live as long as my father did, I am over halfway complete with my journey as a sojourner on this earth. Time to regain focus on treasures in heaven.  Time to focus on the weak, the helpless, the defenseless, the confused.  Time to get to work.  Time to fight for, defend, and proclaim what true freedom looks like.  I am free because of Christ.  I am free in Christ.

And I close with what the last thing I told my father.  Not because it is anything profound or special but because when I leave this earth, I would like to hear this from my children, just before I hear from my Savior “Well done good and faithful servant”.  And when I leave, I want my children to tell me “You’ve done good dad.  We got this for a while.  Just rest.”

Having recently celebrated my 15th year of employment with a Fortune 500 company, I came to the stark realization that I had spent my entire career in the ubiquitous “corporate world”.  Large corporations with thousands of employees have their own distinctive environment, culture and atmosphere.  And after spending 15 years ofBuilding my life in just such an environment and culture, I have learned some unique lessons. Some the easy way.  Others in a more painful way.  So given this career milestone, I thought it fitting to record some of the lessons I have learned over the years.  These lessons are not universal across all employment situations.    But hopefully there is enough wisdom in these experiences to provide insight (and maybe warning) to those that find themselves in similar situations.

1.  Continuously put yourself in a position to win

One of the biggest lies of the corporate world is that that you can make your own luck.  But that is not the case – you cannot control timing.  All you can do is prepare, prepare and prepare. And then, if and when a situation finally arrives for you to perform, you will be ready to excel.  Now let’s be clear – that time may never actually come.  There is no dishonor in that and that is not a reflection on your skills.  But if you fail to prepare and that time to perform time DOES come, you will fall flat.  That is what you want to avoid.  And trust me, don’t try to scenario-out and speculate if a situation is “the big one”.  On two separate occasions, the most innocent, throw-away projects that were assigned to me turned into the biggest wins.  Many times you just can’t tell, so prepare for all of them.

2.  Don’t burn bridges

“Take this job and shove it” is great for movies…and that’s where it should stay.  People have long memories and I have witnessed people leave for jobs and try to come back, but fail because of the relationships that were damaged.  I have seen people lose opportunities because of comments made after an interview when they thought no one was listening.  To this day, I have my mental list of people that have burned bridges with me and those memories are hard to forget.  So act professional at all times.  And if you still insist on burning brides, make sure you are comfortable risking never returning to that situation again.  Ever.

3.  There really are bad people who will try to hurt you and your career…

Immoral.  Unethical.  Even illegal.  I have seen it all.  In a fallen world, sin will occur because every business, government, group and situation is comprised of flawed people.  No one is immune.  Some people act in these ways and just hurt themselves.  Others will attempt to get you to join them.  And then there is the group that will truly try to destroy you.  Be prepared and plan for how you will response to all three.  Because in the heat of the situation, your initial response may surprise you.

4.  …but there are also a few good people that will try to help you

Do you best to find your circle of trust – this is your inner circle of advisers that will speak truth TO you.  If you surround yourself with sycophants who only tell you what you want to hear, they will turn out to be frauds and will fail you at some point guaranteed.  However, an inner circle that speaks truth is invaluable.  And if possible, find a worthy mentor.  A more-experienced, wiser (does NOT have to be necessarily older) person that is willing to answer questions and provide guidance.  But as you ask questions, have a limited, specific plan of action.  The more low maintenance the time commitment you make it, the better.  Always be time sensitive and always be specific.  And NEVER try to manipulate the situation – if you attempt that, see lesson #2.

5.  Always, always, always develop new skills and improve yourself

I have witnessed so many people fail at this for reasons that I still cannot comprehend.  If you are ever offered a training opportunity or are being encouraged to develop a new skill, take on a new project/task or pursue more education, always try to do it (if you are able).  It is the easiest two-pronged attack plan:  internally, it shows that you are engaged, interested in development and have initiative to grow.  And to the external world, it makes you more marketable and valuable.  It is one of the few win-win situations you will encounter in the corporate world.

6.  Ears open, eyes open, mouth shut

Confession #1 – stole this saying from a former major-league baseball player who was attending his 1st All-Star Game and asked about his experience.  But the wisdom is universal.  Listen, observe and repeat.  If necessary, talk.  You will learn more things than you can imagine and you will prevent yourself from looking foolish as well.  You will grow into “your voice” – just make sure the one you grow into has credibility.

7.  You will make mistakes, even MAJOR ones.  But the key is what you learn and how you respond

Yes, you should try to never make mistakes.  And yes, you should try to never make the same mistake twice.  But as you are building your career, what you learn from those mistakes and how you respond to those mistakes will make all the difference.  Humility will serve you better than anger.  Introspection will be a better guide than self-denial or blame-shifting.  It won’t minimize the pain and, at times, the embarrassment of a situation, but it will give a direct path toward your ultimate goal:  growth and maturity.

8.  Decide early how you want to respond to injustice

The hardest lesson to plan for is how you intend on responding to injustice.  That includes injustice against you and injustice against others.  It could be discrimination, harassment, bullying, an illegal activity, and ethical breach or dozens of other possible examples.  And this goes beyond just the formal steps that should be undertaken given your corporate code of conduct.  This involves the ultimate question:  what are you willing to sacrifice in your response to an injustice?  A relationship?  Your reputation?  That next raise or promotion?  Your entire employment and means of support for your family? A case study in an employment law class is one thing – being confronted with actual real-life choice with tangible consequences is another.  Prepare yourself so that you don’t respond in haste and set off a course of events contrary to what you intended.

9.  Prioritize your worry/caring

Confession #2 – stole this one directly from one of my bosses over the years.  And at first, it sounds a bit mean-spirited.  But once you break it down, it actually makes sense.  This doesn’t mean that you don’t worry about your job or performance or care about people.  It’s just the acknowledgement of the fact that you will have the option to worry or care about a LOT of things – the key is focus on the important ones and ignore the silly stuff.  It’s all about priorities.  Remember that inner circle of trusted friends…that’s a good place to start.  And remember the intangibles like integrity, faith, reputation – the ones that are almost impossible to repair if allowed to be damaged.

So after 15 years, that’s my list.  But let me be perfectly clear about two items.  First, the only reason I have a list is that I have failed many, many times and it has been through my own errors and trials that I have been able to finally see how I should have acted.  To this day, I have regrets regarding situations where I should have been a better employee, a better friend, a more positive influence to my colleagues.  And secondly, I am still learning.  Each day brings a new opportunity to apply lessons from the past or establish new lessons for the future.  I am grateful for the experiences God has given me to provide for my family and provide value to my employer.  Onward to the next 15…or so.

This has been one of the hardest posts I’ve had to write.  It has been so difficult in fact that I almost abandoned the entire missive twice. But I couldn’t NOT write this.  I am angry.  I am confused.  I am emotional.  I admit that upfront, so continue at your own peril.  Over the past few days a perfect storm of three news events have jolted some unpleasant memories for me and have bothered me greatly:

The common thread in all three stories is bullying.  And by bullying I am referring to the demeaning, ridiculing, intimidating and abuse of children and young adults.  This post isn’t about impotent political agendas or useless social labels or warmed-over right versus left rhetoric.  What I hope this conversation does accomplish is to cause the Christian community to stop, think and reflect for a moment about where we may have lost our way in our treatment of others.

The three incidents mentioned above each had their own specialized perspective on the bullying issue.  The Youth Conference had dual accusations of bullying going on between the organizers of the conference and local Christian leaders regarding the content and purpose of the conference in relation to children.  Former Iowa coach Steve Alford, a professed believer, had to address his past role in possible bullying tactics during a sexual assault investigation regarding one of his players during his tenure at Iowa.  And Mike Rice lost his job today due to “shoving, grabbing and throwing balls at players and using gay slurs during practice”. In the latter two cases especially, we see actions exhibited by hired employees of educational institutions, and supposed leaders of men, that range from naïve to reprehensible.  And my Pavlovian response whenever I hear about bullying incidents is to immediately upload all my long lost memories of high school.

Let me be clear – I did not have it THAT bad in high school.  I know for a fact that there were certain peers of mine that had it much, much worse than I.  What I was forced to endure was minor compared to the hell they had to suffer through.  But even that small amount of bullying I did experience was enough to make me never want to go to a reunion and has resulted in me keeping many of my high school friends at arm’s length over the years, even the people I was close to then and who are great people now.  Why?  Not because of them but because I never want to go back to that place in my life.  I do not want to be reminded of that time and those memories.  And over the years I have heard all the comebacks to my emotional response to bullying.  “Everyone has to suffer through it”.  “It toughens you up”.  “You’ll turn our better for it.”  Maybe…maybe not.  But that’s irrelevant.  The point is this:  when did Christians determine that trying to prevent the demeaning, ridiculing or intimidating of the kids was not worth the effort or not worth the political risk?  Where in the word of God am I ever commanded to demean, humiliate, intimidate or harass someone or silently allow that to occur?  Has our fear of certain political agendas blinded us to the how we are supposed to be to our “neighbors”?  Love the Lord God with all your heart, soul and mind and love your neighbor as yourself.  And let me be clear – I am not focusing on the “God is love” mantra that has been frequently used and misused in recent years.  That’s a different topic for a different time.  Have we allowed our fear of any person’s, group’s, or party’s agenda to dominate our daily call and duty as Christians, especially in relation to others? All of those agendas combined cannot overpower my role and responsibility as a husband, father, friend, co-worker and Christ-follower. Nor does it provide me with an excuse for failing, neglecting or ignoring any of those roles.

Why did I decide to write this today?  Because even at 38, bullying incidents still occur.  And I sit up and night wavering between anger and tears as I think about my 10-year old and how I’m going to train him up.  I wonder about his tender heart and love for others and wonder if he will have the right body type or be good enough in sports or read clearly enough or a million of the other little things that make us wonderfully different.  And I wonder about when he’s 16 and what trait, characteristic or difference at that time will be THE thing that’s being singled out for harassment.  And I wonder which side he’ll be on.  And I wonder if his tender heart and love for others will be snuffed out because I didn’t do enough to stop bullying when I could have.  But I have to realize that although he may have to suffer under such bullying and persecution as a believer, may he never treat others in such a manner, for any reason.  May he always treat others as Christ treated us.  For the cross is quite the model of how this whole truth, love and sacrifice thing is supposed to work.  In fact, it’s perfect.

Last November, good friend and cultural/missional guru, Julie Masson, blogged over at Family Matters her rationale for taking a break from social media for the month of December (“Why I’m Saying NO! to Social Media in December”).  I asked her to share her thoughts on what it is like to be without social media.  Here is her observations midway through the social media sabbatical:

 Into the Abyss . . . of Social Media Withdrawal

As I begin to write this post, I feel like I’m climbing out of a cave from below the earth, pushing open an old rickety door to feel the sunshine on my face. I’ve forgotten about the world out there! The world that I’m talking about is the wonderful world of social media.  Social Media

Last month I posted about how I was taking a break from social media from Thanksgiving to Christmas. You can read more about my reasons for doing so here. (link) I thought it would be fun to give you all a quick update on how my social media fast is going, despite the fact that I can’t even “share” this post with people.

I’ve had lots of family and friends ask me how I’m doing being away from Facebook (though I’m taking a break from Twitter and Pinterest too) and I surprised myself when I told them, “Great actually! I don’t even miss it!” When I decided to do this thing, way back in April, I thought it would be a real struggle. But I’ve found myself with zero longings for Facebook status updates and cute pictures of my friends’ kids. The weird part is that I kind of feel like I’m living in one country, while all of my friends live in another. If you’ve ever lived overseas, you know that it can feel surreal to think that all of your friends back home are carrying on with their normal lives while you live out a completely different existence in your new country. For me, my new country is free of social media and all of my friends and family are living in Facebook land. You can be sure there are times where I wonder, “I wonder what so and so is doing for Christmas this year.” And then I realize I better snap out of it before my baby throws more food on the floor.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that some of the thoughts from my head that may have turned into status updates or Tweets, have become more personal texts to actual, real life friends. I’ve found myself interacting more with people who are actually in my life. Sometimes it’s a phone call to my mom or my husband, and sometimes it’s a text to a good friend. I know that I’m naturally hard wired to be social in real life, and interact with as many people as possible, so without social media, I’ve found other ways to interact.

In the wake of last week’s horrible school shootings, I found myself feeling tempted to get back on Facebook and say a public thank you to all of the men and women who are teachers, policemen and other public servants. Those people saw some horrible images that day when they walked into the school after the shootings. Instead of logging onto Facebook (which I can’t do since my husband changed my password) I wrote a personal text to my brother who works in law enforcement and told HIM thank you for all that he does. How often do any of us take time to tell the people in our lives that we value them or appreciate them? For me, I think I could be much better at this.

Basically, I can report that it’s been a good month without social media. I’ve been able to really enjoy this season. We have been able to celebrate Christmas in a way that is enjoyable for our family, without the extra input from well meaning Christian bloggers and friends that share how they celebrate Christmas. If you are thinking about taking a break, do it! You may find that you really enjoy the way life used to be! Merry Christmas!

Author Background:  Julie Masson no longer spends her days living life on a seminary campus. But she is striving daily, along with her husband to thrive, not just survive, in this graduate school life phase. It’s no easy task with three small children. However, God continues to mold her and provide ample opportunities to put Grace Based Parenting into action. Julie is passionate about helping others see the people of the world through eyes of Grace and she does this by working part time at The Upstream Collective – a group that helps churches think and act as a missionary. You can follow her on Twitter at @TheSeminaryWife


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