The book was a best-seller for many weeks, so I read it as a 20-year-old hoping to understand business. Titled “Winning Through Intimidation,” it was all about gaining a power position over your “adversaries.” The author, a high-end real estate broker, viewed every relationship as adversarial. He’d lost a series of deals when buyers and …
Growing up in church can be a disadvantage when it comes to sharing our faith. Our youth pastor asked me to give an eight-minute “sermon” to 120 of my peers in a high school Sunday School event. Most of my audience were either Christ-followers or bored kids whose parents dragged them to church. But, I …
Inviting someone to church is not evangelism. Bringing them into a friendship with Christ is. The Bible describes our task as reconciling others to Christ. The suggestion is that of a broken friendship renewed. It’s less about conversion and more about a growing friendship. Since most people believe in God as children, even adults who …
“If we knew then what we know now, what would we do differently?” Don Stewart left a large aerospace firm to join our staff. A friend and mentor, he taught me much about leadership. The question was his most significant contribution to my leadership ability. Whatever the answer to that question became what we should …
In war, few generals or admirals receive the medal of honor. Those awards go to the guys who show bravery under challenging circumstances. These are the people in the trenches. Here’s the problem: If you see yourself as the hero in Jesus’ story of your life, you’ll continually strive for attention. That puts you in …
I want to be like Barnabas when I grow up (at age 74, I’m not sure I’ll get there, but I’m sure trying). Barnabas understood something that seems to have escaped the 11 disciples (12 if you include Matthias) who had been with Jesus. What did they miss after three years with Jesus plus nine …
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“Hey Moore, you ever need me you can always find me at Reed’s Pool Hall.” Those were the last words I heard from my friend, W.C. Collins (not his real name). We hugged and walked away from our high school graduation. I moved to L.A. and never saw him again. WC starred in basketball. All …