Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Belonging and Believing

In 1991 when I set the goal to do what I do now, I belonged to a group of people who were all doing the same thing. My vision was limited to what I learned and observed and the goals, dreams, hopes and aspirations were closely aligned with the company I kept. It was unique and different and belonging meant the world. But there was an imaginary fence that created an artificial boundary. There was a limit to what could be done and a distance one could go. Success has always been linked to reputation and affiliation. Belonging is affiliation and it will get you started. 

Hindsight is 20-20 and cliches are cliches. Next week when I return to Manila, it will be twenty years since I first went there just because I belonged. This time I will be there because of belief. Somewhere in this journey I started believing in what I did and stopped worrying just about belonging. The goals I set in Manila in 1994 were really outrageous. The ones experienced there alongside the great Zig Ziglar
in 1996 were simultaneously the lowest and highest points of my career. Standing alongside Dr. Ravi Zacharias in 2014 in front of 12,000 people was providential. Believing is liberating and it will make others want to belong to what you believe. The choice is to start. 

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

In My Fathers House

Have you ever woken up with the feeling that there is more to be done? Have you ever wondered if there was more you could be doing? Have you ever been reminded of the potential you had and all that you could become if you did not waste your youth? These statements are the messages that are on replay in the mind of most who will walk on this side of heaven. I am no exception in that I spent the better part of my youth in wasted moments of glory that were not to be. I had many encounters with my earthly father where the tone of disappointment abounded and the demeanor was one of tolerance more than pride. Then life happened and I grew up or he grew old. Either way we seemed to have accepted tolerance as a way to salvage the temporal.

My worldview changed. My theology went from abstracts to absolutes in my own mind. I became different or so I thought. But he is my father and he chose to support my difference. His tolerance was overtaken by love. My insolence replaced with admiration for his love and the opportunity to have a second chance to make something of myself for the first time again.

Noticing the image that is his screensaver gave me the hope that in my earthly fathers house, I will always be loved. The image that I am loved in my heavenly fathers house is represented by the changed heart He gave me when I realized that I had to go back to the roots of my failures and show a new success. Today when you wonder if you did anything, just look for the images of love, the smiles of reconciliation and the nods of approval and you will realize that tolerance has been replaced by love. Perfect your earthly fathers house and you will have perfection in your heavenly fathers home.
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Location:Flower Mound, TX

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Declaration of Dependence

This week my adopted home will celebrate its birthday and remember
how it declared its independence. Many will be patriotic in appearance
and demeanor and the supposed desire to fundamentally transform a nation will be put on hold because of reverence. There will be the obligatory gatherings where gastronomy will be challenged with indulgence and astronomy will be illuminated by fireworks. My mother in law who prayed for me and my mentor who led me will both share a connection with this date albeit from above. One was born on the 4th of July and another was born again on that day. Joining them with her own birthday celebration will be the principal of the school in that sleepy Southern Indian town called the City of Destiny. All of them united by a day. Some may call this a coincidence.

One who taught me as a child, one who prayed for me as a son in law and one who showed me the life eternal. All joined by a day. They demonstrated their allegiance temporally and eternally. Their lives were brought together so that I could have through them a declaration of dependence. This year I renew my promise to them to be loyal to God, Family, and Country. This year I will celebrate my Declaration of Dependence. That is what Mr. Ziglar called it and it is a good day to review, renew and resurrect faith.
I hope you all have your Declaration of Dependence as well. Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous said a wise man. Wishing you a Happy Coincidence.
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Location:Flower Mound, Tx

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day

The day to celebrate father's with lunches, cologne, ties and socks. A society that has limited the role of fathers by changing rules, and redefining order. A scramble to make sure we give him some recognition because we have already advertised the other days and they have sales. We have to acknowledge dad-even if by obligation. I want to acknowledge some fathers because of the deep impact they have had on my life.

My earthly father is a constant student and he attends my events so he can show the others what belief in a son is all about.

My father in law is a giant in the faith and yet he travels to small rural churches as I itinerate in the land of my birth. I have said a lot about my spiritual father the late Zig Ziglar who always insisted that I be given the opportunity to succeed and many times at the expense of his own time on a stage.

Today I celebrate Father's Day not out of obligation but out of pride. Not out of ritual but out of respect. My prayer for myself is that I can be a fraction of what these men were to me to the one God chose as my son. I want t be a father like the ones I admire. I want to bless my son like the fathers in my life blessed me. "Happy Fathers Day son. I am a father because you are a gift. I love you dad. I love you son."