Tagged with The Art of Steering

Joyful submission

Joyful submission

I’ve spent a long time in leadership.  But, right now, in my two major contexts I have no leadership position.  Leadership is more than this, of course, as my class now knows well after two weeks of lectures with me.  For leadership is process and person, perhaps even before it is position.  And though I … Continue reading

Those eyes, that face, that gaze

Those eyes, that face, that gaze

He saw me as I was standing there.  In the shaded part of the house.  The sun was blistering, the bluest of skies and a Mediterranean heat which shimmered.  So dry that the dust was everywhere kicked up, the floors a carpet of the finest of sand grains. I pressed myself against the wall so … Continue reading

Imagination prepared

Imagination prepared

The silence prepares the imagination to receive an incredible truth. Eugene Peterson, Reversed Thunder. Ten months since the viva.  Ten months of mostly silence.  And more preparing than receiving. The incredible truth has yet to be given. Don’t misunderstand.  There have been great joys.  The red gown and prophesying of the thing burning to be … Continue reading

Wine to gladden the heart

Wine to gladden the heart

It was late.  I was tired, sitting out in the warmth of the summer night.  The men had been drinking.  Good wine, it was.  Everyone was happy.  A wedding is always cause for celebration, the joining of two families, the promise of babies.  And just as oil makes faces shine, so wine gladdens the heart. … Continue reading

Small faithfulnesses

Small faithfulnesses

These are the days of small faithfulnesses.  A season of nearly six months where it is enough to have worked all day, to have ploughed through task after task until eventually it is time to sleep and begin again.  Days when progress against the task is small.  That though I work hard and fast, without … Continue reading

Friend, yes.  And slave, yes.

Friend, yes. And slave, yes.

He called me friend, that Man.  He called me friend and I thought I knew. No longer slave, for I know what the Master is doing.  Friend, because all that he has heard from the Father is now made known to me.  He holds nothing back, itself a mystery beyond fathom. I am friend, his … Continue reading

My words for you alone

My words for you alone

Oh, how I wish you would submit to my boxes. And how I delight that you sidestep them so sweetly.  With a smile which is a cross between mischievous and pleased with yourself. The person contemplating can have no control over the other…  If the other is a person, then all we can do is … Continue reading

Entering the silence

Entering the silence

The presence of silence can have a thickness like incense hanging heavy in the air.  When silence appears as a spirit, a presence, then a great deal can be learned if silence is willingly embraced.  In these gifted moments, the presence of silence must be listened to as if it were the greatest sage of … Continue reading

I played my cards

I played my cards

I played my cards, I said. She knew what I meant.  I’d used that worldly-wise part of me.  That part which knows when you’re playing games.  That part which ill-tolerates being taken for a fool.  I’d smiled the sweetest of smiles and I’d countered his check with a checkmate. I’d enjoyed playing my cards too, truth … Continue reading