When I’m 54 (Misc. Musings of a Middle-Aged, 108-Year-Old Man)

NOTE: Written in the Summer of 2020   Couldn't cuss, couldn't cry, couldn't crawl Threw my hands up in the face of it all So  this is what it's like to be the child Of a man who's dead and gone. -Charlie Peacock   In 1994, when I was only 27, I had no concept of the deep truth and meaning of these lyrics. To be honest, I thought it was a bit crass of the artist (one of my favorites) to speak of his father in that way – dead and gone. At that time, my own father was 64 – not yet retired and full of life. From the day of this writing, he would’ve been 90 - would’ve been.    There all kinds of ways to refer to what happened; he went to be with Jesus, he passed, he’s playing in the band on high (whatever that means), etc. The Christian movement in which I serve (The Salvation Army) uses the term “Promoted to Glory.” I’ve grown up with those words being strung together, so I’m in agreement. To someone who hasn’t grown up with the phrase, however, an explanation of ou...

My name's rob and I’m in recovery...from a certain, blue + white social media platform. It’s been one day. I mean no disrespect to those in recovery. Some of my favorite people came to a point in their life when they had to admit their powerlessness over something. I admire them beyond words! I’m pretty positive that between me and that particular social media conglomerate, I was losing, badly.  I really don’t have anything against my Ex. It was me, not it. The subject of food comes to mind, but I digress (‘cause I’m gettin’ hungry). Anyway, I do need or want a venue in which to share some of my thoughts/questions/experiences, etc. This may be it. We’ll see. For the year of 2011 - while living and serving in San Francisco, CA. - I wrote a fairly regular blog titled; A.I.M. The acronym stood for Authentic - Innovative - Missional. I had a brief thought, in my younger days, that I had some stuff to share on the topic of leadership. Now, I know that - 10 years ago - I didn’t even kn...