Where Two Or More Are Gathered. 

Where Two Or More Are Gathered. 

A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?

I love, love, LOVE communication in all its forms!!! Even bad communication can teach us things. 

When it comes to deciding numbers of communication I believe there are many possibilities as well. I attended a couple Promise Keepers conventions in the mid-90’s. A stadium filled with 60,000 men all there for the purpose of glorifying, or seeking for the first time, God. The weekend was filled with worship, lead by a group and there were individual speakers. The message was received. 

It is possible to speak to a worldwide audience, especially these days with the advancements of the Internet and technology. But, is that what we are really supposed to be about? What if, like the game of telephone, the message gets lost in translation? 

I am sure you have heard this example, especially lately, Adolf Hitler had legions of followers, Jesus Christ had 12. Maybe less is more. 

I am a big believer in small groups. When numbers get too large, people can begin their own ideas and end up creating something new. I like small group discussions. All ideas can be heard and discussed. 

When thousands and millions are in absolute die hard agreememt with an idea being presented it is great to speak to large groups, but give me a small group, even with people who disagree any day!! Minds can be changed for a better path when only one-on-one or a small group of no more than twelve are gathered. That’s the way Jesus exampled, that’s the way it should be now. 

All Of You!!

All Of You!!

If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.

Like most of us, I work to live and provide as much as I can for my bride and I. She is the major bread winner in our house, but I have always felt there is more to a career than money. There should be a passion and reason behind everything we do. 

Okay, I admit, when I first went off to college I had universal dreams of being a Psychologist making people feel better, solving their problems and making enough money where any worry the world could throw at me would not be a worry. I would just say, ‘Not a problem!! I’ve got this covered!’ And I would have more than enough to help the world and myself. 

Then I woke up, realized I am already equipped with what the world needs. We all are. You, you, you, you and yes, even you way in the back, I see you paying attention from a distance, we ALL were created for a purpose! Our purpose may not involve making huge sums of cash, but ten times out of ten, our true purpose will involve making someone else richer in spirit because we were a part of their lives.

I’ve been living my purpose ever since I figured out what it is and everything I do is to that purpose. My purpose is people. That is my ‘career’. And I don’t always get paid monetarily for my efforts, but I do always receive back blessings in ways I don’t see coming. 

My dream career would be as a voiceover specialist. I have had a number of customer service and phone operator jobs. I worked for two years in my dream radio station, but I let that slip away (again because of money!). I want to be the next Mel Blanc or Walt Disney or Voice Over Movie Guy, ‘In a world…’

But dreams can come in many ways. I have learned in the past five years that I may not live where I want and I may not ever have the job that I want, but this life is not about me. It is about you, and you, and you, and you, everybody else! 

Sure, I gotta make me a priority. An empty vessel will never fill another up. But I will always be there for anyone going through something, anything. That is my dream career. A world full of people that know that Jesus and Josh love them! 

Inspiration IS All Around Us!!!

Inspiration IS All Around Us!!!

I have recently become a huge fan of Bob Proctor. He was involved in the film The Secret and he has a Facebook page that talks about all sorts of ways to reach our full potential even though we truly have no idea what that even is yet!! 

I just finished watching one of these videos and I had to chuckle because there is a lady in this promotional video for a movie coming out and she is talking about potential and she brings up the old saying, the sky’s the limit!! Folks, if your dreams, your goals, your aspirations are only reaching sky level, YOU ARE NOT GOING FAR ENOUGH!!!!! 

As soon as you leave Earth’s atmosphere, the sky disappears. You are now entering the inner part of outer space. Like the character in  Armegeddon says, ‘This is only the beginning of space! We haven’t even reached OUTER SPACE yet!!’ 

So my challenge for you today is, don’t reach for the sky, don’t reach for the stars, reach for somewhere or something that hasn’t even been discovered yet!! The only way to find something new is to move as far away from what you already know as possible. 

I have no idea why this post hit my heart, but I pray right now, in Jesus’ Name that whomever needs to read this finds their way to this post. Please, if you feel someone needs to reach beyond where they think they can and you feel this message will inspire that, please share this post. I love you all! We are all meant to go further than we have. Reach for places not even discovered yet and you will find a creator willing to guide you.

Never Alone.

Never Alone.

Tell us about a time when you were left on your own, to fend for yourself in an overwhelming situation — on the job, at home, at school. What was the outcome?

Last week I told you about the circumstances that prompted my move to The Twin Cities in 2002 to pursue a degree in Radio Broadcasting and ultimately a degree in Communication Studies. My game plan after the Bachelors program in Communication Studies was to work in radio for a few years getting experience and then come back to Brown College and teach in the broadcasting program. My life, at least for the last 21 years has been woven together as absolute proof to me that there are no accidents and there is no such thing as a wrong decision that cannot be turned into something good. And we are never alone on our journey in this life. Ever! 

I graduated my bachelor program and I needed a full-time, well paying gig to pay my bills and college loans. Radio broadcasting was not it, so I left. I became the first disabled DJ in the history of a company in St Paul, which boasted being the best company in the country for weddings. And they truly are! This company has its formula down for weddings. And they only do weddings. I worked a few shows for them over the next few months, but ultimately since I couldn’t move my own equipment being in a wheelchair and nobody wanted to be a set-up man, we decided together that it was not a fit for me. 

Luckily, I was working for a company that monitored alarm systems all around the country. That gig began in 2005, just after I graduated college and two weeks befor Hurrican Katrina hit the gulf coast! Talk about a time to begin learning a new skill!! Definitely a sink or swim. Pages on pages of alarm systems going haywire because of the power outages and devastation. Eight hours a day of calling home owners and business owners, ‘Your alarm at <their address> is going off, is everything okay, do I need to dispatch authorities?’ Nine times out of ten it was fine. I rose to the occasion at that job and stayed there for two and a half years. 

Then, I got the call in late 2007 from a previous professor and trusted friend at Brown College, ‘hey, there are holding a group interview for an admissions rep and I think you’d be a shoe in! You got this, but you have to be here by 5:30 tonight!!’ Okay, done! I went into that interview and nailed it!! Four other people in the interview and I commanded the room! My future boss even told me, ‘you came into the room and basically said, ‘okay, everyone shut up! I am here and I got this, so you all can just leave!’  And yet it took them three weeks to offer me the job. That was God trying to orchestrate patience. 

Move ahead to April 21, 2009. It was a Tuesday. 11:30am rolls around. I had been in my office for four and a half hours. I was about to go on my lunch. I had spent the morning sending emails and making phone calls. I had four meet and greet appointments scheduled, but it was too little too late. 

My Director Of Admissions stopped at my office door and said, ‘When you finish that call come down to my office.’ Her office was three doors down the hall from mine. Longest trek ever because we were a for-profit school. Admissions Reps only keep their jobs if they can keep the enrollments. My enrollments had slipped for a couple months at that point. 

I rolled into her office. She was at her desk, tears in her eyes and the compliance/HR Director was seated on the other side of her desk. I knew what that meant. Only one thing left to ask, ‘how much time do I have to clean out my office?’ I took the rest of the day to say good-bye to the people I had considered had become family. Literally the rest of the day! 

My greatest accomplishments in life had taken place at Brown College and April 21, 2009 was my worst at the time and for the next year and a half. I went from a rising star who seemed like he could walk on water, truly, there were times in that job I worked miracles to get people enrolled in school. But, in the end it wasn’t enough. God directs all my paths! 

For the next year and a half my life in The Twin Cities crumbled beneath my wheels and there was no recovery. I was sunk! I completed and was released from one job in the next 18 months and I walked out on three others. Again, I had no clue at the time, but God was orchestrating a bigger plan I could not see at the time. 

The final break happened November 6th of 2010. I had been working for a company as a lead generation specialist. I would call IT Directors and find out if they would be interested in our software and technologies to help all organizations go paperless with any and all records. If interest was found I would pass them off to our sales team. I was so good at what I did for the first couple months, and then my body and mind decided to take a vacation. I will never forget 10:30am November 6th, my mind decided to crack and convince me I was not doing well. I told my boss I was checking myself into the hospital. She said she had noticed for a few weeks in my performance that my mind was convincing me I was slipping in my health and she agreed I needed to get checked out and talk to somebody about what was going on mentally and physically with me, but that my job would be there when I returned. It wasn’t. 

After a few days of R and R and speaking with doctors I was informed my job was no longer available. Okay, where do I go from here? No job prospects, my roommates saw my decline and decided to leave our living arrangements. Only one way to go- Home. 

We had the rent paid up through the next month, so we took through December of 2010 to move me home. I was thirty-four years old and back living with my parents. 

It didn’t take me long and I found an apartment and a part-time job in Montevideo, Minnesota at Walmart. Rock bottom. I made my mind up as a college graduate this was not going to be where I stay. I didn’t graduate Brown College Magna Kum Laude to become a cashier at Walmart. 

But, in late 2011 a woman began working at Walmart along side me. She was interested in me a few months before I caught up. February 2nd, 2012 she changed my course forever on our first date. She makes everything so much better. I am still a cashier at Walmart, but I am married to her. And I run a successful blog and I make a positive impact on the lives of countless people every single day! I am back on top again and swimming freely. I am living a life of I.M.P.A.C.T. even though I have endured many sinking moments I am still swimming strong. I hope this blog post serves as a reminder for countless people around the world that even when it seems like you are drowning you just need to swim your way back up and it will be the best breath of fresh air you have ever inhaled. I also want you to know that whether you are on top of the world or you feel like you are alone and drowning you are never alone! God has promised He will be with us in all times and all places. This story of my last seven years of life should come as a true testament to that. Even at my lowest, I was never alone. 

The Huddle

The Huddle

NEW YEAR, NEW PLAN.Last night I dreamed I was in my old junior high school gym. The building has since been torn down and only a grass field remains. Which is interesting because with tearing things down sometimes new growth remains. 
Anyway, in this dream I was being cheered on by everyone I know and many faces I don’t know. Maybe your face was among those I haven’t yet seen and we are to meet one day, who knows? The crowd is cheering and I am in a huddle of six other people. Here’s where it gets interesting. We never leave the huddle. 
Too many people are interested in playing the game of life. ‘GET ON THE COURTS!!!’ They shout. I was one of these! I have always been a huge facilitator of you need to act. What if we only act when the coach asks us to? What if until He says move we stay in the huddle with our team and all listen to Him? 
Sure, the game must go on and it has many players within it. But what if we became more concerned with the huddle with our coach and our closest teammates?
I want to start the new year 2016 in a huddle. In order to know the game plan we need to be close and listen to the coach. Only then will we be prepared to get on the court and play. Most of us, me included, need to spend more time in a huddle with our closest people and listening to The Coach. Who’s on your team in 2016? Are you all willing to huddle together in the coming year and only listen to The Coach? 

  

Don’t Fear The Reaper.

Don’t Fear The Reaper.

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?

I am going to attempt both of these prompts in one post!! I have had the notion of ‘We reap what we sow’ in my head this week. Fear only creates more fear, and anger, and hate. We here in The United States are bombarded with fear every single day, and I for one, am sick and tired of this rhetoric!! 

Fear religion, fear people, fear guns, fear food, fear weather, fear driving!! And those have only come up in the past four days!!! SHUT UP!!! When did we lose sight of FDR’s famous words ‘We have nothing to fear, but fear itself!’ 

If we knew we had no fear what would we do? Anything! Fear cripples us. I am already disabled and in a wheelchair. I don’t need anything else to immobilize me. Fear has no place in my vocabulary, and yet, I suffer every single day with anxiety. God does not ever give us a spirit of fear, Satan does that. In a world where whispers can be louder than shouts we still should have nothing to fear. Satan breeds fear with his whispers in our ear and that creates a world of pain. 

Earlier this week I watched a YouTube video about the universe and the vibrations within it. Everything has a frequency vibration. Rocks, trees, animals, humans, water, molecules, buildings, everything has a vibration! We are all shaking, we are all moving! The world will tell us we are trembling with fear. Do not believe this lie! 

Whatever vibrations we put out we will receive in return. What we plant, we shall harvest. I have seen a few people who have been asking the question, ‘why me? Why does this always happen to me?’ What are you planting? Are you planting negative images in your mind? If that’s what you see, that is what you will get! 

U2 once wrote a song, I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For. We live in a world that is constantly seeking peace, love, acceptance, forgiveness. And there are those who say it can be found in Jesus Christ. And then they turn around and condemn the ones who need these things. If we don’t fully turn to The Cross of redemption and grace we never will find what we are looking for. We will never find it in humanity that only seeks for itself preservation. There is no fear or condemnation in Christ Jesus. You want to know how all of our lives would be different without fear? Seek Him. Seek The Prince Of Peace and you shall have no fear. 

Perfect Strangers

Perfect Strangers

Unexpected GuestsYou walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

As often happens, I arrive home before my wife. My disability requires that I don’t work extra long hours, so I often have much more time at home than my wife. As I enter the house, from a short shift at my job and running a few errands around town, I roll through our front door to see a man and a woman sitting calmly, feet planted firmly on the carpet, their shoes places nearly by the door in front of my niece’s kitchenette. Both of them have their hands placed gently on their knees hands facing down, all fingers visible as if to say, ‘we come in peace’. They are both dressed nicely, like a ‘Men In Black’ style, but something seems more ‘Matrix’ to me about this scene. I really hope they don’t erase more of my mind than time already has, but I am ready to follow the white rabbit down the rabbit hole. 

‘Holy Canoli!!!!’ I exclaim as their presence surprises me. ‘Who are you and what do you want? And where did you get chocolate cake???!!’ I shout in a concerned and upset tone. ‘We needed time away from our kids and you and your bride are awesome people! We brought the cake from Walmart. Their bakery lady makes awesome cake! You know, the lady with the fiery red hair?’ 

‘Well, I hate to disappoint you both,’ I say, ‘but, my wife doesn’t even get off work for a few more hours and we are between grocery trips right now, so I can offer you soup, eggs, milk, bread, or an Icee Pop, or water. We were not expecting guests at 2pm in the afternoon, and usually, most couples leave their KIDS with us! Where are the kids?’ I ask. 

‘We left them at home.’ The man says. The woman still has yet to say a word. ‘So, you needed to get away from the kids, abandoned them in your own home, and just randomly chose THIS HOUSE to crash in???!!’ I am getting kind of upset at this time and I lose my temper, ‘HOW IN GODS GREEN EARTH DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE????!!!’ All I get for a response is, ‘we have our ways.’ Very secretive couple here and I still have no clue who they really are!! 

The woman finally speaks, ‘Rolling Blogger, we haven’t been at all honest with you.’ She continues, ‘we don’t have any children and we are not here to get away from them. We love all children and see them as gifts from God. We cherish them. All future children depend upon you! No, the reason we are here is the writing. Your writing!’

 ‘My writing?’ I ask, concern growing in my voice again as we live in a time of censorship and stealing of ideas. ‘It’s MY writing! Not yours! What do you want with my writing?’ She is obviously the diplomatic one in this couple, she gently touches my hands and looks into my eyes and softly says, ‘your writing on Rolling Blogger has begun to change the world in ways you will not fully understand for quite some time. Shakespeare, Hemingway, Thoreau, Faulkner, George Orwell and so many more we haven’t time to mention– amateurs compared to your gift!’  

I find it interesting that she stopped with Orwell and used his first AND LAST name!! Why had she done that? This was truly like a scene out of 1984, Big Brother has been watching!! ‘Ok. You have stroked my ego and built me up enough! I am no writer compared to these great story-tellers, poets and wooers of women! What do you want?’ 

The man chimes in again, they obviously have their roles down in this conversation as if they know how it will play out, ‘We are from fifteen years in the future and we have seen what you become! And it all begins with your book, My Role Within My Roll.’ I interupt the man, ‘How did you know about that?! I am nowhere near done! I haven’t even thought of that book in over a year since I started Rolling Blogger and my writing has been noticed all over the world!’ ‘We know,’ says the man. ‘that’s why we are here. We want to buy Rolling Blogger from you. You will still have creative mastery over the blog, but we have a team in place that will write for it. You will still receive any and all payments and royalties from its success, but WE NEED THAT BOOK!! Society is dependent upon its completion and soon! You will be handsomely compensated for your time.’ 

I accept a check for $500,000 and turn over the writing of Rolling Blogger to this team from the future. The date was December 15, 2015. Within 8 months of their visit I complete the manuscript and turn it into a publisher that has been on board since the visit of the couple. It is published in late 2016 and rises to unbelievable popularity. I am handed the reigns of Rolling Blogger once again and I can now call myself a well accomplished world renouned writer!!! And this is how it all began, a simple visit from two strangers.