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I'm putting my money where my mouth is, or at least my time, in 2017. I'm committing to being a better-engaged citizen right here in Roswell. Will you join me? The countdown to the Super Bowl is on. We're just hours away. Join with me and help Roswell #RiseUp regardless of the outcome of today's game. If you do, we'll all be winners no matter what.
Don’t get me wrong, you can’t grow up as a white kid in the south without absorbing at minimum some racial bias and prejudice, especially if you’re raised in a “Christian” home. Chances are, your childhood church experience was nearly completed segregated, but probably never discussed.
I’m writing this blog on a new tool that I’m hoping to use to help bridge the gap between intention and execution. A few months ago, a coworker sent me a link to the Qwerkywriter, a Bluetooth keyboard with the look and feel of a vintage typewriter. It looked to be beautifully crafted, but a bit expensive at $300 for a keyboard with less functionality than one I could pick up for $19.99 on Amazon.com. I thought it would make a great gift for the accomplished writers I know, but not really a sensible purchase for someone who primarily writes blogs about his son’s high school football team.
If a doctor measured the sweat he had poured out on the turf combined with the tears that had poured from his eyes following a final kick that drifted 3 feet too wide to continue the game, he/she would probably prescribe a Saline IV, and stat. He’d poured out everything. He gave his all. He was spent. Perhaps, he was too fatigued to take off his shoulder pads.
In the aftermath of the campaign, I’ve already watched dozens of hours of coverage examining the emotions and motivations that informed the voting decisions of our nation’s electorate. The words I’ve heard most often are fear, anger, and frustration. FEAR IS THE ENEMY! The Trump supporters felt that way before the election, and the Clinton supporters feel that way now. I don't mean to dismiss anyone's emotions. However, one emotion that I have yet to hear described, before or after the election, is gratitude.
I’m starting with me. I’m screwed up. I have prejudices in my heart that I am examining and expunging. I have work to do. If all of us are honest, we’ll acknowledge that all of us have prejudice and even the seeds of racism in our hearts, planted by a legacy of the sin of slavery and nourished by the fear and segregation of our own experiences. I think step # 1 is non-defensively acknowledging that.
I WOULD LIKE TO OFFICIALLY OFFER MY ENDORSEMENT AND SUPPORT FOR A THIRD PARTY CANDIDATE THAT POSSESSES MORE POSITIVE QUALITIES THAN BOTH MAJOR PARTY CANDIDATES PUT TOGETHER, THE ONE AND ONLY TAYLOR SWIFT.
I know many of us are still licking our wounds. We thought that Trump was the only person who could save our nation. He told us so repeatedly. He was wrong, and we were wrong for believing him. Our nation needs healing. Our nation needs forgiveness. Our nation needs love. If we reach out to our African American, Hispanic, LGBT communities and confess that we were wrong, they will forgive us in a heartbeat. If you don’t believe me, just try it, today.
Whether you’re comfortable with the expression of servant leadership or not, we’re all left with the same conclusion. If we really want to lead our businesses, organizations, communities, and families, we must be people-first. We must place a higher value on others. If we all make even the smallest effort to do that every day, the world will become a markedly better place. You can be that difference maker. You can be that change agent. You can be the leader worth following.
During the quick lap around the museum, I gained confidence that as a musician, a citizen, and someone who has worked directly with evangelicals my whole life, I was right where I needed to be. I don’t have a position of power, but I had a perfect opportunity to speak truth to power. I took the stage with confidence and shared from my heart about the importance of finishing the fight to end extreme poverty.
When the African-American community asserts that #blacklivesmatter it’s because they genuinely perceive that they have not been allowed a seat at the table. Can any of us deny that their perception is well-founded in the racial narrative our nation has told since its inception? Our response as the majority white population should not be to say that #alllivesmatter. Instead, those of us that have always had a seat at the table should take the first step. We should stand up for our dark-skinned brothers and sisters and agree that their lives matter too.
Don’t let a single failure in execution derail you from a winning strategy. There’s too much at stake for your organization to collapse.
It’s time to come together as “One Roswell.” It’s time to show the world that we are truly a comm(unity).
We all want to ring the bell, or bang the gong or cue 'All I Do Is Win' when we walk into the office. But, the fact is, we don't just win. We lose too, and it stinks.
There is more to this “One Roswell” idea than just a slogan for mutual fandom in our community. I humbly submit that it is a new slogan for what this community can be.
I just witnessed a 25-year-old woman entertain a stadium of 56,000 people in Atlanta, Ga. I've never been a Taylor Swift critic, but last night I moved from casual fan to raving fan.