one word

One Word

Last year I saw people posting their word for the year, their theme, their mantra. As I watched on at people posting their word for the year I scoffed. I thought it was ridiculous to choose one word. It was as though they were Gollum and their one word was the One Ring…their precious.

Fast forward 365 days and I was laying in bed, waking up to a New Year and a verse in the bible. Like anyone else I grabbed my phone on New Year’s day and opened the bible app. The chapter I happened to open up to was 1 Peter 3. The verse that caught my attention was 1 Peter 3:7:

In the same way, you husbands must give honor to your wives. Treat your wife with understanding as you live together. She may be weaker than you are, but she is your equal partner in God’s gift of new life. Treat her as you should so your prayers will not be hindered.

I Instantly knew…

This was more than coincidence. As I began to read the next morning the following verses were brought to my attention.

Husbands, love your wives and never treat them harshly. Colossians 3:19
Fathers, do not aggravate your children, or they will become discouraged. Colossians 3:21
God was definitely saying something to me.
Turns out I discovered I have a word for the year…


That’s it. Love my wife and daughters. Honor them. Respect them.

Each morning since, I have read those verses and prayed that I would live them out in my daily life.

The nice thing about having one word to focus on is that it simplifies life. Instead of focusing on multiple themes, multiple goals, multiple tasks, I have one core value to focus on, one thing to rule them all. So hear I sit a year out from scoffing at people who chose one word, writing about the word that will guide my actions through the year.

So what about you? What are your thoughts on one word? Do you have one? I’d love to hear about it. Share it in the comments.

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Howard’s house

A couple years ago I was in Trinidad for New Year’s. The main difference between Trinidad and Alberta is the weather. It was hot that day. But seriously, it was a New Year’s Day like I’ve never had in Canada.

If you do a google news search for Trinidad, you’ll probably read about the latest rash of murders or carnival or Scrunter’s Pork Dance (I added the last one because the guy’s name is Scrunter and he has an annual pork dance and a song called “Piece Ah Pork“). But the Trinidad I saw that day was one that welcomed outsiders with ease, that made you feel like part of the family.

I went to Howard’s house. I had never met Howard before, he is a neighbour of my wife’s aunt. My wife grew up knowing Howard, but she hadn’t seen him in at least 16 years. I’m pretty sure my wife’s aunt didn’t call ahead and ask if it would be okay of I came, and I hadn’t sent an RSVP note. However, despite all this I was welcomed with hugs and handshakes. And remember this as well, I was the only white guy in a crowd of about 50. I looked a tad bit out of place, but never felt it for a second.

The people I met were a blur, I remember Howard because he was my host, I remember the entire family gathering around the food, joining hands and giving thanks, I remember non-stop food (including pork) and a feeling of belonging. Being the introvert I am, I didn’t say much, and I didn’t go out of my way to meet people, however, it felt like home.

I think the one thing I learned that day is that the real Trinidad, the one you won’t read about in the news, is about friends and family and people who like to have a good time. The real Trinidad, the one I can’t get out of my mind and the one my heart breaks for when I read about the latest rash of murders or the ongoing issues of the government, is a place of beauty, and a place of friendship. I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to Howard’s for New Year’s Day, but I know I will remember it forever.

Our turn

My wife and I are having people over for dinner on New Year’s Day, I think we might be starting somewhat of a tradition. If we can’t be at Howard’s, we can be like Howard and open our home to friends to build community and develop deeper relationships.

Your turn

How about you? How do you celebrate New Year’s Day? What will the day consist of? College Football? IIHF World Juniors Hockey? Whatever it is, make sure and spend intentional time with family, set the tone for the new year by being with those you love and care for, giving thanks for the year behind you and giving thanks for the upcoming year. It is an incredible opportunity to start something new. Begin today.




Do you believe justice exists? In a world riddled with news stories about injustice, whether it be Michael Brown, Eric Garner, or even the attack this week by the Taliban on the school in Peshawar, Pakistan. I suppose some would say justice was done in the case in Peshawar given that the attackers were all killed, however, do seven lives account for the loss of 141?

What about on the streets of our cities? Is there justice for the trafficked men, women and children who are forced into acts of servitude? My eyes have been opened recently to the injustices happening in my city, to things that I only thought happened in movies or in major metropolitan areas. To keep it simple, it makes me sick and my heart wrenches for the victims.

Is there Justice?

When society is dominated by people who may fit my description, that is, white males, can justice ever be had? When the lawmakers and policy setters come from a particular worldview and income bracket, can justice ever truly be had? When the focus is on morality issues versus deeper societal root causes, can justice be had? When lines are drawn based on political, cultural and religious lines, can justice be had?

I have more questions than answers that is obvious. I also think  that most of us try and ignore some of these issues because for the most part they don’t impact our daily lives. But at the end of the day, each one of the victims is our neighbor. We cannot and must not sit idly by with our blinders on as we drive through marginalized parts of our cities. That restaurant on the right may be the place where human trafficking occurs.

I personally believe that justice will be served. One day. It will be served when Jesus returns to claim His bride. However, until that time comes, we will continue to live in a fallen world. I just ask that you don’t ignore the brokenness around you. Do not deny the presence of evil. Also, do not deny the power of God.

I wrote a poem about injustice and the answer to it. Read it. Digest it. Do you think justice exists?

Human Condition

Misery, death, destruction, we see it everyday.

Children die, Mothers cry

Innocence is ripped away.

A 12 year old girl-


by her uncle.

Satan gains,

another foothold.

A politician’s lies,

infidelities rise,

constituents outraged,

his wife and children

wonder why.

Another broken home.


for the wrong team.

The human condition-





Gunshots fired,

another school shooting,

children left bleeding.




Gunshots fired,

children stolen,









The AK47 goes off,

a gun becomes,

a teddy bear,

his only comfort,

his trusted friend.




He shot at me first general




He wouldn’t drop the knife captain


Disposable children

in a hospital waste bin

the uncle’s problem


a 12 year girl


no questions asked

no bastard born.

The human condition-



A perfect man,

a perfect life,

a perfect


Beaten within an inch of existence.




Spat upon





Nails driven

through hands

and feet


left to die




Thunder claps

veil is torn

separation over.




The tomb sealed

Three days

The serpent choked

The keys taken back

The gates of hell are locked






He’s not here

He’s been raised

The human condition-


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Pouring Out

Elisha is an interesting character study in the bible. I wrote about him last year in this post. I wondered on that day, what oxen do I need to slaughter, what plow do I need to burn.

The answer is very simple. The answer, you see, is in 2 Kings 4:1-7

One day the widow of a member of the group of prophets came to Elisha and cried out, “My husband who served you is dead, and you know how he feared the Lord. But now a creditor has come, threatening to take my two sons as slaves.”

“What can I do to help you?” Elisha asked. “Tell me, what do you have in the house?”

“Nothing at all, except a flask of olive oil,” she replied.

 And Elisha said, “Borrow as many empty jars as you can from your friends and neighbors. Then go into your house with your sons and shut the door behind you. Pour olive oil from your flask into the jars, setting each one aside when it is filled.”

So she did as she was told. Her sons kept bringing jars to her, and she filled one after another. Soon every container was full to the brim!

“Bring me another jar,” she said to one of her sons.

“There aren’t any more!” he told her. And then the olive oil stopped flowing.

When she told the man of God what had happened, he said to her, “Now sell the olive oil and pay your debts, and you and your sons can live on what is left over.”

The answer is I have to fill the vessels I have with oil.

Over time, in this little Kingdom where I feel I have all control, I have talked about writing not being about building a platform or a following. I’ve talked about being an instrument through which God can speak, I mean, I’ve even convinced myself that this whole thing is not about me. I wrote and wrote. Meanwhile, while focusing on pouring into people’s lives, I neglected at times to pour into the life of my family.

Many Vessels, Limited Oil

In our lives there are many vessels that we have have to continually ensure that we fill them up. For me, those things are my wife, my daughters, my walk with God, my physical well-being, my job…As you can see there are many vessels I need to fill on a regular basis. The difference between me and the widow is that I have limited oil, where she had limited vessels.

When I started this blog just over a year ago (not to be confused with my old blog) I felt I needed to write everyday, that my endearing fans (that I didn’t yet have) needed to hear my voice in their lives daily, they needed filling up. Turns out, the only thing that was getting full was myself. My ego was being filled by followers and comments and retweets. This had become a selfish endeavor.

Rather than taking the small amount of oil I had, and pouring it into the vessels that were in my own house, I took what I had and poured into things like twitter followers, facebook friends and unique visitors per month.

I took a small hiatus from this arena for awhile. This was one vessel that I had nothing left to pour into and if there was a little bit left over, there were other areas that required more of me. Now as I learn to manage things a little better than before, I can be satisfied to sit and rest and listen to what I really need to be saying and sharing.

So I ask you, what vessels do you need to fill? What vessels are being neglected?

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Hominem te memento…

The phrase is stuck in my head. Ever since I read the phrase and the story behind it in John Maxwell’s latest book, Good Leaders Ask Great Questions, I cannot help but to think on it.

In ancient Rome, when a victorious general came back from war, there was always a parade – first the defeated enemy, then the victorious army, and finally, on his chariot, the general would have his procession. On the chariot with the general would be a slave who would continually whisper in his ear, “hominem te memento,” all while the crowd cheered for the general. This simple phrase ensured that, amongst the cheering and adoring crowds, the general would remember his place.

Hominem te memento…

Remember you are a man…Nothing says “stay humble” more than that simple phrase. I am a man. I have shortcomings. I have failed moments. By no means am I perfect. 2 Corinthians 3:5 is a reminder of this:

It is not that we think we are qualified to do anything on our own. Our qualification comes from God.

This verse is perfectly reflective of my career. To do my job, or at least, to have my title, many corporations would require a graduate degree, almost all would require a minimum of a bachelor’s degree. I have neither. I know that my only qualification comes from God. I am humbled and blessed…but…

Why doesn’t my attitude reflect it?

Or rather, why hasn’t my attitude reflected it to this point? I cannot pinpoint a specific moment or trigger that resulted in a lack of humility, but I am aware that it exists. This is an area I need to work on. Not that I want to appear weak, especially in such a testosterone driven industry, but I don’t want pride to cloud my judgement or ego to drive my actions.

I can think of more than one occasion that I was asked by my boss to call others in the organization to provide information or to give them updates, and my response would be that they are all grown ups, if they know I have what they need, they should just call me. Perhaps it’s youth, perhaps it’s due to the environment, but regardless of the external circumstance that I can try and blame it on, I know that if I took a position of humility, everything would be easier.

But I don’t merely want to be humble to make my life easier or to increase my influence, but for my own mental health. In my opinion, ego and pride increase stress. I am tired of the stress. Tired of blaming others. It is time for me to own my faults and my failings and remember that I haven’t earned anything but have been given qualifications from God and I need to steward those qualifications in my life.

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