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life together

12458_10204397800406760_2323747440649054753_nEvery now and then I have a piece penned and ready to post and an event arises that trumps what was previously planned.  Today is one of those days.

I had this great, insightful blog — noting the commonality between the most pressing current events — and how they magnify the failure of man in recognizing that boundaries are good.  Then something more significant happened in my household.  Something trumped that post.  Something affected my heart so much more…

While seemingly small in comparison to any international incident, yesterday I watched my oldest son say goodbye to one of his best friends…

Jake and Seth have been friends as long as I can remember — no doubt as long as they can remember.  I can’t remember a time when these two weren’t hanging out together.  From their earliest days, they attended the same Sunday school classes — sometimes even paying attention.  🙂

They did school together, baseball together… they’ve done life together.  Together with four other wonderful young men, they became each other’s support.  They were each other’s “group.”  They were each other’s guys.  During those tricky adolescent years when some teens talk lesser to their parents, Jake and Seth were still always talking to each other.  They grew up together.

They’ve laughed together, cried together, gotten in trouble together… eaten together… eaten a lot together… shared stories and girls and loves and heartaches.  They’ve shared ambition — and ambition lost.  They’ve shared dreams and faith and their honest hopes for the future.

They’ve gotten mad at each other.  They’ve hurt each other.  They’ve also been quick to forgive.  They have loved each other well.

As you read this post, Seth will have begun an exciting new journey in his life.  He and his family are literally traveling half way around the world, where his father will be working for the next three years.  There is so much to look forward to; there is also much they leave behind — one of many being their great “group.”  Thanks, no less, to the advances of social media, the boys will still tweet, talk, and text; they will be in touch; it just won’t be the same.  So yesterday Seth came to say goodbye.

How do 17 year old boys who love each other say goodbye?

First they grab the Nerf guns.

Then they play swords.

Then they play baseball on the XBOX.

They gab the entire time.

They laugh and joke and even yell at the players on the XBOX.

They tease and smile and cheer each other on.

They sometimes even share a serious thought.  Then they go back to yelling at the players on the XBOX.

They’re “doing life” together — one last time — at least for now.

I cried yesterday.  Something significant happened in my household.  What a beautiful thing.

Respectfully…

AR

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2 strikes

photoAs our youth baseball schedule wraps up for another year, I am again reminded of how God teaches me through the ordinary.  I used to think the God of the universe utilized some cleverly, divine two by fours; then I realized the ordinary is so much more effective…

We were sitting in the stands, eagerly awaiting a come-from-behind rally, under the lights of the small D1 school.  It was a special moment for those undaunted, 15 year old boys.

Truthfully, the game had become somewhat emotional by this point, especially for the adults, soaking in the sentiment of previous innings.  In a split second swing at an earlier fastball, one of our players’ cleats remained firmly lodged in the artificial turf;  his right knee cap was then immediately dis-lodged.  With the instant, accompanying cries of pain and panic, it was a gruesome sight… especially when you love the kid.  Thus, we were waiting for something good.

With a man on and the rally ready, our non-fiction version of Speedy Gonzalez stepped up to the plate.  The young man is a joy to watch, as a hard hit combined with his uncommon quickness often leads to an exciting play.  The moment was undoubtedly intensifying.

“Strike,” the umpire subtly motioned on the first pitch thrown.

We eagerly awaited…  and then…

“Strike three!  You’re out!” yelled the ump in a far more emphatic fashion.  However, “strike three” was called on strike number two.

In the questioning that immediately quieted the crowd, neither team’s supporters knew how to respond…  “Really?  Did he really just call the boy out on only two strikes?”

Fairly respectful clamors clang from the crowd, attempting to respectfully alert the umpire of his obvious error.  The coaches also joined in the questioning, perhaps wondering if there was some kind of “new math” that had yet to be announced.  The ump motioned to our coach to hold off — stay where he was; he would confer with his likeminded peer on the field to discuss what happened.

For an odd, a little-too-long, hushed moment, the two umpires huddled on the field.  It was obvious neither had a ball/strike clicker — and that neither truly knew the count.  After the brief conference, the home plate umpire raised his clenched fist in the air and again signaled “out.”

At that point our coach stepped onto the field, and yelled, “What?  It’s only two strikes,” to which the field umpire promptly yelled more loudly back for our coach to get back in the dugout, as “the decision has been made.”

So here in front of teens who tend to take in all of our adult behavior were two men who had made a obvious mistake, discussed only with the likeminded, and when confronted with the facts, simply shouted for all opposition to shut up.  They refused to dialogue; they refused help from both partial and impartial influence; they refused to acknowledge they even needed help; they instead focused most on silencing refuting fact.

Sometimes we teach our children well.  Sometimes we don’t.  They will learn from both our successes and mistakes… even from the ordinary.

Respectfully…

AR

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come to the table

316-farmhouse-dining-table-with-foodThis past weekend I had dinner with several couples, celebrating a birthday in one of their families.  Over the course of the evening’s festivities — full of food, fun, laughs, and excellent dialogue, there came a moment which later would cause me to pause.  The conversation turned political.

It wasn’t a sharp conversation, nor anything intentionally rude or harsh or demeaning of someone or something.  It was obvious, however, as the conversation progressed, that one couple felt something deeply… something sincerely…

And so I asked…

“Do you feel respected for what you believe here?”  [Note:  in the context, “here” meant the area in which we live — not at our table.]

There was an immediate, honest “no.”

Let me use a word I typically attempt to avoid… I hate that.  I hate it when anyone feels disrespected.

So let me be clear on who “anyone” is…

Anyone is the person at your table who is pro-life or pro-choice… anyone is the person at your table who adheres or not to an organized faith… anyone is the person who is for or against gay marriage… anyone is the person who believes in amnesty or instant deportation… anyone is the person who thinks the same as you — or not.

Once again I am humbly reminded that we are not respectful of just “anyone.”  That grieves me.

Friends, respect does not mean immediate acceptance of all opinion as equally good and true.  Respect means listening, seeking to understand, and resisting the temptation to become the convictor of truth in another’s life.  Far too often we justify disrespect…

… they’ve said too many stupid things…

… they’re just lost…

… they’re so misguided…

You know what?  There are many times in my own life where I’ve said stupid things… I’ve been lost… I’ve been misguided.  No doubt there are areas and issues in which I’m currently misguided — some of which I know, as I can sense the internal pruning — and some of which I don’t.  I am open to and deeply desire that growth.  I also have no doubt that “anyone” will be used to teach me.

My questions today are simple…

Who’s at your table?

And who are you justifying disrespecting?

Humbly…

AR

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teenagers

IMG_1955AR:  “So what is your opinion of my blog?”

JT:  “It’s current.”

AR:  “What do you think I do?”

JT:  “Report on current events.”

AR:  “Why do you think I do it?”

JT:  “To share your opinion about current events in a respectful way and inform people at the same time.”

AR:  “Are there any current events you especially care about?”

JT:  “Mrs. Obama influencing my school lunch choices… Justin Bieber getting caught again (snicker, snicker)… and Germany kicking the crap out of Brazil in the World Cup.”

AR:  “What about politics?  What do you think about politics?

JT:  “They’re overhyped.  So many people are stupid in politics, but we elect stupid people.”

AR:  “‘Stupid’ isn’t a very respectful word.”

JT:  “Yeah, but people aren’t very respectful in politics.”

AR:  “Tell me how do you see that.”

JT:  “They’re so one-sided, and they can’t handle anything but having their own way on an issue.  No one’s willing to compromise.”

AR:  “How could we fix this?”

JT:  “Quit electing stupid people.”

AR:  “Why do you think we keep electing these kind of people?”

JT:  “Because they’re good communicators and they make you think they’ll do something when they really won’t.  Some of them are lying; others just aren’t really focused or they’re unable to work with other people.”

AR:  “Why do you think they’re unable to work with others?”

JT:  “Because some of them come from a background where they never have to work with other people.  Like those who are lawyers — they’re used to fighting everyone to get a certain result — to convince everyone in the room and get them to agree with their opinion.  Lawyers don’t practice how to compromise or work with anyone else.  They are better at defending opinions than running a country.”

AR:  “Could you run the country?”

JT:  “No.  Too much work.”

AR:  “So who’s the ideal candidate to run a country?”

JT:  “Someone who comes from a background that knows how to manage people and handle a budget.  Someone who knows how to run a big company.  Someone who’s not whiny.”

AR:  “Why not whiny?”

JT:  “If the President is whiny, he’ll be like the whiny people in the world.  We don’t need more whiny people.”

AR:  “What about how relatable the President is?  How important is it that to you?”

JT:  “Like social media?  In some ways he needs to relate to us, but that’s not the most important thing.  Just because people think they can relate to you doesn’t mean you’re doing a good job.  Every leader has supporters.  They need to lead well regardless of how well they relate — regardless of whether people like or dislike you.”

AR:  “Is there anything else you’d like to say to today’s readers?”

JT:  [grin] “I’m available for babysitting.”

AR:  “Is babysitting ‘too much work’?”

JT:  “No.  Kids are fun.  It’s adults who are sometimes whiny.”

(As told by one blossoming, growing-in-wisdom, 15 year old boy…)

Respectfully…

AR

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‘our gods’

images“We will never again say ‘our gods‘ to what our own hands have made…”

I read that line this week in one of my daily, devotional readings, readings that hopefully help me glean a wiser perspective on what’s happening in the world.  I couldn’t shake it…

Our gods.

Own hands.

To what we have made.

What have I invented that I treat like a god?  What have I created that I worship and adore? … to which I’m wholly devoted?  … to which I am more devoted than to any divine being?

What do I pursue most?  What do I revere?  What’s most precious?  What am I most passionate about? … which may actually, possibly take the place of any god?

Could it then — ever actually, possibly get in the way?

I hear the immediate, deflecting declarations that “I didn’t design this”…  the claims that “I didn’t create it”…  or even the “but what I’m devoted to is really good.”  I sometimes wonder, however, if we’re prone to deflect first as it numbs the wrestling with individual responsibility.  We’re way too good at deflecting responsibility.

What have I called “god” that my own hands have made?

A passion.  A pursuit.

A calling.  A career.

An advocacy.  An ambition.

The Intramuralist always pauses when time and time again, we see people passionately pursue some good-sounding, virtuous, empathetic advocacy — but then fail to have any compassion for someone who shares not an equivalent degree of passion; they lose any care and concern for the one who thinks differently.  Something wise is missing in that… something more than respect.

I wonder sometimes.  Have we allowed our advocacies and ambitions to become something more?  … something that has interfered with the wisdom that seemingly should accompany our age?  … something that has interfered with our worship?

Have we worshipped a passion — i.e. something other than God — so much so that the passion and pursuit actually become our god — the object of our adoration?

Has then our reliance on self become unknowingly inflated?

“We will never again say ‘our gods‘ to what our own hands have made…”

I’m wondering if we do that…

No… I’m wondering when…

Respectfully… still thinking…

AR

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nothing

gty_jason_alexander_george_costanza_jt_120223_wmainThere are days I’m just not sure what to write about…

I don’t want to criticize; I don’t want to complain; but so much of contemporary culture frustrates me… so much makes me want to scream for better and more…

… the lack of ethics… the lack of respect… the lack of balanced spending…

… the suppression of individual liberty… the intolerance of opinion…  the repression of ideas…

… the attack on individual expression… the attack on Judeo-Christian faiths… the attack on free speech… justified name calling… and lack of diverse, reverent dialogue…

Geepers… the attacks… the squelching…the disrespect…

It was only last week when former NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg spoke at Harvard’s commencement.  His words were fascinating; among them, he sternly said:

“Think about the irony: In the 1950’s, the right wing was attempting to repress left wing ideas. Today, on many college campuses, it is liberals trying to repress conservative ideas, even as conservative faculty members are at risk of becoming an endangered species.  And perhaps nowhere is that more true than here in the Ivy League…

Great universities must not become predictably partisan.  And a liberal arts education must not be an education in the art of liberalism.”

So much makes me want to scream for better and more.  There should not be a squelching — of either conservatism or liberalism — of tradition or progression.

It’s not about Michael Bloomberg.  It’s not about Pres. Obama.  It’s not about any political adversary or predecessor nor anyone on the predominant, proverbial left or right.  It’s about doing what’s good and true and right — all the time.

I’d prefer to act as if today’s blog parallels the iconic “Seinfeld” episode, “The Pitch.”  “The Pitch” is the clever episode in which Jerry & Co. present NBC executives with an original sitcom idea, a series about nothing.  That’s right:  nothing.  The ever neurotic, always amusing George Costanza argues with the execs about the validity of his proposed premise regarding “a show about nothing” — no plot, no stories —  but the idea doesn’t sit well with those in charge.  As George says, “Look, if you want to just keep on doing the same old thing, then maybe this idea is not for you.  I, for one, am not going to compromise my artistic integrity.  And I’ll tell you something else, this is the show and we’re not going to change it.”  George and Jerry propose a show about nothing.

I suppose some days such would be easy.  Let’s blog about nothing.  Yep, nothing.  But I can’t.  I can’t.

I want more than entertainment value.  I want more than filling the air time.  When we began this dialogue some 6 years ago, I knew then we would never settle for nothing.  There are days it’s necessary to scream for better and more.

… the attacks… the squelching…

… yes, there are days it’s necessary to scream for better and more.

Respectfully, of course…

AR

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correctness

IMG_1219I learned something the other day.  Follow me here.  My 17 year old is witty and bright and solid and beautiful… oh, the places he’ll go!  I’m so hopeful for him… so proud.  I’ve also learned so much.  As a wise friend shared years ago, it isn’t only about what we will teach the younger generation; it’s also about what they will teach us.

One of the things I’ve learned — and truthfully, not always easily or anywhere near gracefully — is that I don’t have to dictate the conversation.  Even though I’m older, wiser, and more experienced in most academic areas, I don’t have to dictate the when, where, and what of our conversation.  The timing and content isn’t always up to me; it doesn’t have to be.  In fact, often the message is most effective when I cede any thought of having to dictate, dominate, or control.

As my son entered his junior year of high school, for example, I was consistently adamant that he begin narrowing his future college major.  It was not that he needed to specifically figure all of life out, but I was uncomfortable that baseball was his primary focus and passion.  I did not want to permit such abundant articulation of that passion.

I’m thinking society is also uncomfortable with certain articulated passions.

The increasingly accepted societal approach, if someone isn’t where we think they need to be, is sadly to shame, silence, and attempt to shut down.  Pick your topic; pick your passion; political correctness is too easily embraced and accepted.  Instead of allowing someone to possess an opinion at a given point in time, in the name of political correctness, society is dictating both timing and content; it’s as if we are not allowed to even feel differently — much less express varied opinion.

From Pres. Obama’s oft repeated words — on global warming, nationalized health care, and early childhood education:  “The debate is over.”

Or ironically last week, from liberal talk show host, Bill Maher, a man the Intramuralist rarely mentions because of his consistent disrespect…

“Now I bring all this up in 2014 because unfortunately, political correctness is making a comeback, and now with the Internet, it’s easier than ever… all the Internet exists to do is point at the latest person who said the wrong thing, so the rest of us can feel morally superior…

Now social media is all about gotcha.  A homophobic businessman, or a sexist cartoonist, or a college president who fat-shamed his dog by naming it ‘Waddles’…

A few weeks ago, the CEO of Mozilla was forced to resign because it was revealed that in 2008, he supported Prop. 8, California’s ban on gay marriage…  Obama was against gay marriage in 2008!  Does he have to resign?  Hillary came around just last year.  Can she be President?

You can’t purge everybody who doesn’t evolve exactly on the timetable you did.”

 

Purging people and opinion is not respectful nor effective.  Just as I learned with my older son, the challenge with dictating perceived correctness is its lack of effectiveness.  While words may be silenced and actions disallowed, dictating timing, content, and opinion doesn’t change the heart of the beholder.  It only exacerbates opposition, as it justifies disrespect.

My son is still passionate about baseball.  He hopes to play at a higher level — and I am his number one fan!  However, guess who now speaks equally if not more about his future academic pursuit?  Guess who initiates the conversation?  It wasn’t some magic formula, and the change did not immediately occur.  It did take surrender on this semi-humble parent’s part; there were many months I was uncomfortable.  But my discomfort remained silent.  The results have been excellent.

Respectfully…

AR

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a 2 letter word

628px-Scrabble_tiles_woodenI had another “a-ha” moment last week — one of those things you believe really should have been learned in kindergarden or at least somewhere along the way — one of those learnings that even the most educated among us seem to neglect…

I stumbled upon life’s arguably, most omitted word… an unusually small word, but a word so powerful it changes perception… a word when included, it actually alters the meaning of the message.

I’ll be honest (as if I’m sometimes not)… omission of the word is easier; to include even its mere two letters — a single vowel accompanied by a consonant — means having to acknowledge “life’s gray.”  In other words, life’s a little easier when we dabble in black and white, resolutely asserting opinion — ardently proclaiming “this is true” and “this is not” — never having to wrestle with the possibility that a scenario may be different than we perceive it… never having to consider that we may not have all the information… and never having to contemplate that our perspective may be misguided or the depth of our passion unsubstantiated.

The word is simple:  “IF.”

If.

“If” changes the meaning.  Allow me to demonstrate, utilizing a masculine pronoun for rhetorically simple purposes this day…

If he is guilty…

If he is innocent…

If he is racist…

If he is a bigot…

If he is a homophobe…

If he is any kind of “phobe”…

If he is ignorant…

If he doesn’t understand…

If he doesn’t care…

If he doesn’t know…

 

Instead, in our incredibly convenient, “black and white” world, we far too frequently assert:

He is guilty.

He is innocent.

He is racist.

He is a bigot.

He is a homophobe.

He is some kind of “phobe.”

He is ignorant.

He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t care.

And he doesn’t know.

 

It makes life easier when we can omit the “if”… perhaps omitting the “and’s” and “but’s,” too.  But once again, life being easier does equate to the manifestation of wisdom.  Living in a black and white world means never growing from the reality that we are sometimes “off” in our opinion and perspective.  Even the most educated and intelligent are sometimes off; the passionate are off.  We are off.

We would be wise to refrain from omission.  If only the world was so wise…

Respectfully…

AR

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2014 grads

Entrepreneur-After-Graduation-Since the Intramuralist’s invitation to speak at commencement has yet to arrive, allow me to humbly submit the following:  what I would say to the class of 2014…

 

Dear Graduates,

Congratulations!  Way to go!  Each of you has earned this moment in time.  Graduation is one accomplishment that is fully yours.  No one can take this from you.  To graduate, you have had to dig deep, find and apply some measure of commitment, discipline, effort, and integrity.  No one else did this for you.  Well done, my friends…  well done.

From this day forward, life will be different.  It’s not some big bad, scary world out there, but it will be different.  Not everything will happen as you expect.  Keep your eyes open.  Observe.  Learn equally from both the manifest wisdom and foolishness around you.  Make no mistake; both will be widely apparent.  But understand it is the perceived fool who learns from his mistakes that often evolves into the wisest among us.

Don’t think you have life all figured out.  Perhaps 20/30 some years from now, when you sit in a similar audience, watching your beloved brood proceed with their own pomp and circumstance, remember there is still more to discern.  If we ever arrive at the moment when we believe we have life all figured out, our innocence has been usurped by arrogance; our listening has become lesser; and our one-time, embraced humility has dissipated into life’s greatest obstacle to learning.

Yes, stay humble.  I can’t say that enough.  One of life’s greatest mysteries to me is how humility seems valued most by the ordinary — the lesser known, the least famous, and the servant more than celebrity.  There seems strong temptation to allow notoriety and success to pierce the awareness of humility’s beauty.  Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.  Value others above yourself.  That in no way equates to any suppression or low self-esteem.  Humility is simply the key to honor.  We are called to love and honor our brothers and sisters; we cannot honor another well if arrogance permeates our soul.

In your efforts to honor others, don’t lose sight of sound judgment.  Some will pounce upon the proverbial placard, saying, “don’t judge, lest you be judged.”  Such is true in the sense that it’s not our job to be the convictor of conscience nor the deemer of consequence.  However, refraining from judgment does not mean ignoring what’s right and wrong in this world.  There is right; there is wrong.  Know the difference, and learn from both. 

Also, don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young.  Be an example in speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity.  If you fall down, get back up.  If you fail, grow from it; try again.  Remember you have much to both teach and learn — to those who’ve gone before — and to those who will follow.  You will teach and learn from both.

The reality is, friends, I actually have much to say.  I will not say it all, however,  because part of life’s greatest growth comes as  we learn from our individual journey and adventure.  Enjoy it!  Take it all in.  But be careful, too, not to equate your individual experience as truth for all others.

A few more random thoughts before I close…  Have fun.  Floss.  Be sure to make your bed sometimes.  Say what you mean and mean what you say.  Don’t equate social media with conversation nor texts for writing letters.  Be honest.  Work hard.  Get to know people.  Don’t chew gum in Singapore.  Surround yourself with wise people.  Commit.  Pray.  Never look down upon another.  Accept both criticism and praise.  Embrace accountability.  Be gracious.  Resist entitlement.  Help others.  Celebrate the success of those around you.  Don’t squash dissent.  Be unselfish.  Be joyful.  Recognize that happiness and joy aren’t the same thing.  Refrain from hypocrisy.  Give.  Dance.  Dance some more…. maybe even to 80’s songs.  Never be afraid to say “I love you” or “forgive me” first.  Say it often.  Seek God first.  Figure the faith thing out.  Respect all others.  And above all, guard your heart, as everything you do will flow from it. 

Go forth, my friends, with hope, joy, and great expectation.  And congratulations… you are blessed.

 

Respectfully…

AR

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impression management

IMG_0206Years ago I read this terrific book by John Ortberg that rocked my thinking somewhat.  It was called “The Life You’ve Always Wanted,” described further by its subtitle, “Spiritual Disciplines for Ordinary People.”  I feel pretty ordinary (…and truthfully, I also quickly surmised that if I could attain the primo, desired life for a mere $12 book, then such would be dollars well spent).

One of Ortberg’s more profound concepts was the idea  of “impression management” — the intentional attempt to manipulate other people’s opinions of us through targeted actions and words.  The attempt may be subtle; it may be slight.  It may be as simple as, “I don’t watch much TV, but I saw this program the other day…”  In other words, I am attempting to convey the impression that I don’t watch much television.  Impression management is a self-crafted means of getting others to believe what we want them to believe about us — but not necessarily believing what’s true.  Impression management takes time, energy, and insincerity, which combined equates to an unfortunate burden.

I used to think that impression management was solely exercised by our budding teenagers, seeking to find societal acceptance.  I thought, too, perhaps, it was only an attempt of the less intelligent; but when reading that ordinary book, it became painfully obvious that the practice is not indigenous to either the teen or intelligent.  We care what others think of us.  The motive may be different, but the awareness is rampant.  Regardless of intellect or age, people continually attempt to manipulate the impressions others have.

The most striking, apparent example this week was the criminal indictment of former NFL star, Aaron Hernandez.  Hernandez, who played for the New England Patriots, was charged with fatally shooting two immigrants in July of 2012.  Prosecutors believe Hernandez “stalked, ambushed, and senselessly murdered” two innocent men, who had a “chance encounter” with the so-called “Patriot” earlier in the evening.  Let’s be clear to offer the caveat that these are still charges and not a verdict confirmed.  Hernandez is, however, already jailed for charges in the fatal shooting of another Massachusetts man.

The impression management is visible via the dates.  The shooting occurred on July 16th.  On August 27th — after the shooting had taken place but before Hernandez’s suspected involvement —  Hernandez signed a $41 million contract with New England.  In his press conference — a moment team owner Robert Kraft called “one of the touching moments since I’ve owned the team” — Hernandez said:

“He [Kraft] changed my life.  Now I’m able to basically have a good chance to be set for life and have a good life and I have a daughter on the way, and I have a family that I love… He didn’t need to give me the amount he gave me and knowing he thinks I deserve that and he trusts me to make the right decisions, it means a lot.  It means he trusts in my character and the person I am, which means a lot.”

Hernandez was attempting to manage the impression we have of him.

Whether it be people, pundits, politicians, or press secretaries… whether it be celebrities or ordinary citizens… we are actively engaged in this less-than-honest effort.  Pick your issue.  Pick your event.  Pick your policy or platform or surrounding spin.  Pick your activist group.  Pick your supposed coverup.  Pick your athlete or agent.  Impression management is alive and well — and serves far too frequently as an unchallenged societal and political practice.

I love Ortberg’s application question… “What do you think would change in your life if you were free from the burden of ‘impression management,’ of trying to get other people to think about you in a certain way?”

What if the so-called less ordinary, politicians and celebrities, did the same?

Respectfully…

AR