I’m preparing a lesson to share on the topic of wisdom this weekend. In the process, I came across this helpful bit of advice from Sam Levenson:
It’s so simple to be wise.
Just think of something stupid to say and then don’t say it.
So that’s what I’ll try to do. Thanks Sam.
That IS simple.
Check out the following link from Friday’s Rider game. It’s a behind-the-scenes look into team GM Eric Tillman presenting the game ball in the dressing room. Class act and significant words. Way more than football going on that day
http://watch.tsn.ca/cfl-news-and-highlights/clip99661#clip99709
Thoughts and prayers out to Darrel Davis, whose name many of you have seen in print throughout your lifetimes.
PS: That part where the players yell at him? That’s Tillman making the mistake of stepping on the team logo that’s on the floor. Nobody (not even the GM) does that–watch yourself, ET!
I’m in the club!
Emmanuelle Hope Bandura made her 7 pound, 14 ouce appearance into the world on Sunday night just in time for supper. Mom and baby are both napping as I write, and I can definitely see it taking “a few” days to develop something resembling a routine around here.
For those seeking photos, below are at least a few to proof the existence of our sweet little girl.
1) The official first shot…
2) First family portait…
3) Our wonderful nurse.
4) This week’s special: Baby burrito.
5) My parents, happy to be grandparents again.
6) So sleepy…
Calling all football fans…
YOU watch this and tell me if you can think of a better one.
Because I don’t think I can.
Benedict Auer wrote this little piece:
“In the film Dead Poets Society, a student pretends to get a phone call during morning assembly. When the phone rings, he answers it and tells the headmaster that it is God calling. I have spent the majority of my life waiting for that ring, putting my life on hold, sitting through sleepless nights waiting, as if for Godot, but I only get wrong numbers or solicitors. Each ring I anticipate a divine voice, hoping beyond hope that this time it is God, but then it is a lonely voice or a distraught student, and again I missed God.
Or did I?
I wonder if maybe I have heard from God but just haven’t recognised the voice.”
Or as Meister Eckhart puts it:
“God is always at home. It is we who have gone out for a walk.”