I know I walk on shifting sands trying to describe my desire to touch as many human hearts during my journey through life as I possibly can. Any success I’ve had or may be having in this endeavor eludes me. Current American culture does not offer an easy welcome to the chords of intimacy, gentleness, kindness, love, gratitude or remorse. Too often we are emotionally and spiritually tone deaf, driven instead by a distorted understanding of success. An understanding that says success can be and should be measured by the money you make, the clothes you wear, the car you drive, the shape of your body, the home you live in, and so forth.
While each of us has some say in what we inject into the bloodstream of our existence, a say in what we inject into the bloodstream of the lives we touch and the world we live in, we do not have total say. Nor should we. There is a healthy and necessary form of humility that comes with knowing this, that comes with knowing that the all of things is not up to each of us. It keeps us right-sized, and that’s okay. Promise.