God is not Anonymous

I am still working on my degree and this week I have a project due for my Leadership 440 "Leading Change" class.  The project requires me to write a 1000-word paper on personal change.  But what if I don't want to change?  Yea I know, it is for a grade and I really should think about changing. There is one thing that I have learned over the past several years is that change is good.  At home, at work, in politics, and life in general.  But something struck me tonight while I was reading a blog posted by a friend of mine - why do people pursue change?  This lady has a child with Cerebral Palsy or CP.  She just returned from another country where she had stem cell transplantation performed on her son.  She has a truly amazing story to tell how she is doing everything to change the life her son has been given.  And to top it all off, she has placed all of her decisions in the hands of God.  Yea I know, some of you may not buy ...

I have made it a point to re-read and follow-up with my posts each night.  If there is a comment, I will reply and if I feel the urge to post something new I will.  So here we go... I read my post about the 'new' world we live in (dated December 15th) and have decided that maybe a stronger stance is warranted.  I still feel as my friend Vince does with regard to the senseless murders of so many children and their protectors.  The way my heart sinks each time I remember the events of that day, will never go away.  Similar to ANY senseless act against children...the memories should act as a reminder.   I hear so many people talk about how the only reason this act of violence is different is because this time it involved so many little children.  Well I am here to tell you that maybe there is another reason or maybe what I am about to comment on is inferred?  Yes, they were children, but it was the light inside of them that was even more impo...

Today I received an email from the Bakersfield, CA visitors center.  The email was a reply to a request I submitted to them several days ago concerning a picture I found of my father and four of his friends.  Details are sketchy at best and the most credible information I have was from my mother and Uncle Peter.  The picture was taken in 1958 by someone and somewhere in Bakersfield.  I think, it was taken between the spring and fall of the same year and from what I am told, dad was there to "get away" and work construction with the housing boom going on at the time. I think the biggest issue I have with the picture is not the actual picture... I never knew my dad lived in Bakersfield.  That should not be a big deal, but it just makes me realize I was never too close with my father.  Sure I loved him as a son should but this just reminds me of the relationship maybe he and I should have had.   It wasn't until later in life I realized h...