Diving in: courage and caution

I wonder if fish find it as refreshing to jump out of the water as many humans find it to jump in? It must be exhilarating for the water creatures to break free and launch up and out into the light, bright, air every now and then. Wouldn’t you think?

Haven’t talked to too many fish lately, but I’ll bet that leaping out of the water isn’t all about survival and merely trying to get the bugs. It sure looks a lot like play. And it must also make for a refreshing change. Picking up speed at the bottom of the lake, there are likely moments of doubt. But once they come flying out of the water and are hanging in mid air…it has got to feel good on the fins. Real good.   

In any case, most people reading this likely tend to think that water feels good – especially on a hot summer day. You know how it is. Driving into the parking lot at the beach, in a car without air conditioning, you can hardly wait to get into the water.   

Still, you might be a bit apprehensive when the time comes to actually step off the sandy beach and out into the cold water. At first, all you do is dip in a few toes. It takes some coaxing and friendly coercion from your friends. It takes some time. But you can only stand there staring, feeling self-conscious about what you are wearing (or not wearing), and getting heckled for so long. Getting up your nerve, you finally race out into the waves and dive in. And after getting over the initial shock, your whole body thanks you for your courageous effort.

Coming back to the surface gasping for air, and then wading back to the shore, somehow you feel more alive. You entered another world for a few moments. And you are glad you did. It felt good.     

“Invigorating” is a word that comes to mind.      

Water can be dangerous though, sometimes, depending on how you dive in. Attempting a one-and-a-half in the pike position, from a platform in the water, might seem like a great idea. People generally applaud enthusiasm and initiative; that is, until you land flat-out on your face in front of everybody. Smack! That hurt. Didn’t look too good either.   

Speaking of embarrassing situations, if the cannonball is recognized as an official Olympic diving maneuver, be sure to look for me this summer in London, England. Bring your binoculars and a big umbrella.    

Look for the bloke standing 80 feet up on the diving platform, grasping the hand rails and peering down with a look of pure terror in his eyes. Look for the unfortunate Canadian contestant who is being hustled to the edge of the precipice by some burly “friends.” Look for a crazy Canuk who is wearing a red and white wetsuit complete with a snorkel, goggles, and an old, orange motorcycle helmet. Look for the paramedics who should be pulling up to the edge of the pool about that time.   

And then, if you can only take so much, look away. 

Yes, it is going to take a whole lot more than an Olympic dream, skin-tight speedos, and an inspiring national anthem when imitating an asteroid about to strike the ocean on the earth. Canadian media signals may mysteriously fade during this epic performance. CBC sports commentators won’t be asking for any interviews. But at least the flag won’t be flying at half mast after the tidal wave hits and the waves subside. For I am making plans to survive the plunge.                                                 

Water, coming into contact with water, is almost always a good thing. It is something positive for so many people. It feels good. It looks good. It tastes good. It sustains life. It just wouldn’t be the same if, say, we had to drill for water and swim in oceans filled with oil.

Pursing a new career direction is a lot like preparing to dive into an inviting underwater world. You are considering an exciting and potentially very positive possibility. But, at the same time, you should be careful and even cautious as to how you go about it. Career decisions have consequences. Large decisions can have long-term implications.

So please do take a real good look before you leap. 

For example, the consensus among the career counselling people is that it is generally a good idea to make a series of small decisions rather than one abrupt and major move. Doing something drastic, making a decision that is completely out of character or out of keeping with your past, is probably not the best way to go. Try, rather, to identify and then gradually move in one specific direction over a long period of time.

And yes, I suppose it would be best if I left the spectacular aquatic displays to the professional athletes and the fish after all.  

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Focus, focus, focus

Setting up my tiny tent on a sandbar on the edge of a large creek in the Rocky Mountains seemed like a good idea at the time.  

Sand was soft, and so this site was very attractive. There were very few annoying rocks to deal with. Pounding in the tent pegs was no problem at all. On top of that, the surface was flat. And it would be peaceful to be surrounded by water and quiet too. The noisy campers over there on the hard, rocky, ground wouldn’t keep me awake after all.   

Yes, I had finally found the perfect place to get a good night’s rest. Don dug a hole in order to find soft, level, ground for his tent. Surely this campsite idea was an improvement on that. Or so I thought.  

The first few nights it was peaceful to fall asleep listening to the water all around me. And it was beautiful to wake up on the island in the morning and see the sunlight reflecting on the river rushing by. But after awhile anxiety set in. An old camp song began to play over and over again in my mind. It wouldn’t quit.

“Don’t build your house on a sandy land. Don’t build it too near the shore. Oh, it might look kind of nice, but you’ll have to build it twice. You’ll have to build your house once more.”

And then it began to rain. Not much, mind you; but enough every now and then to make me wonder if my temporary island home was still going to be there at the end of the day. As a safety precaution I planted a stake at the water’s edge. A lot of good that would do if it really started to rain. But I checked it faithfully morning and evening in order to monitor the water level and attempt to ease my mind.

One day, the stake was gone. Was it washed away?   

There was a bridge a few hundred meters downstream. A mountain high above and a bridge below. A few years back, when I had been working in another remote part of the Rockies, it started to rain and wouldn’t stop. It got to the point that we had to get out. We had to quickly try to get to civilization while a few roads and bridges were still around. Memories of submerged trucks and washed out roads…and missing bridges still lingered.

Dan, a young man from my home town, didn’t notice that the bridge was gone until it was too late.

Sober memories. Incessant songs. And then I remembered Luke.

Luke was a little boy who liked to play a certain game in his back yard in Vancouver, BC. He played it over and over again. It was called, “Waging wiver.” That is how Luke said it, anyway. It worked like this: Luke would set up all of his green plastic army guys in the sand box, and then get the garden hose. A child’s game but a startling image nonetheless.

Thankfully, I was able to make it to the mainland before the “wiver” began to “wage.”

Location, location, location: three words to keep in mind if you are looking for a good place to live or even pitch a tent for awhile. And if you are presently pondering your career and life direction, it wouldn’t hurt to consider three more.

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Robert’s life direction

For Robert Pinkston, life is busy but life is good. 
 
For example, he recently flew to Haiti to volunteer in an orphanage, traveled to North Carolina to help his son, Zachary, get set up at university, and moved his wife, Sharon, and three girls to a new temporary home.  
 
At the same time, he is preparing to launch a new collegiate church plant in Quebec at Bishop’s University.
 

Purpose. Focus. Energy. Direction. People tend to pick up speed when they are moving towards a clear destination – when they are going somewhere that matters.

His household buzzes with activity as he sits down to grab a quick lunch on his front porch in Lennoxville, Quebec. It is a warm summer day. Sure enough, the phone rings. This time it is Hulio, the head soccer coach at the University of Sherbrooke and a friend. As the assistant coach of the team, Robert quickly flips into French and talks about the upcoming game against Carlton University in Ottawa.

As they talk, a few questions come to mind that others have already asked many times before:

What would make a guy from Arkansas move his family all the way to Quebec? How did he learn to speak French and become so good at playing soccer? Why is church planting a major focus in his life? And what exactly is collegiate church planting all about anyway?

For Robert is a long way from home and doing something a little different. People ask.

Making things happen

Telling his story

Coaching a sports team is something that many people in Canada and around the world are familiar with. Coordinating a collegiate church planting team? Not so much. Even people who go to church regularly might now know much about that.     

But both teams appear to be coming together. And with the second team, Robert doesn’t seem to be making quite as many calls – or at least not the same kind.

“I pray,” Robert says, “God…send me leaders, send me leaders. And they call me out of the blue.”

Carl called him up not too long ago. Told him that his wife just got a job at Bishop’s University and that they were moving to the Sherbrooke area. Carl just happened to be one of the key leaders at a collegiate church plant at McGill University in Montreal. When Robert suggested that maybe he could get involved with the new church plant at Bishop’s he quickly replied: “Robert, that is why I am here.”

I believe that God puts a call on our life for whatever ministry He gives us
He got another call, this time from a local businessman named Ron Maclean, and soon had an appropriate student ministry house rented in the Bishop’s student housing ghetto. That was good, because his denomination had called earlier to inform him that they were sending four extra staff members his way, and he need a place for them to stay. The extra space and extra help would come in handy.

Oh, and as it turned out, there was a large common area in this building that would be perfect for larger groups. He could picture the new worship team - young people who were so enthusiastic about getting involved - singing in front of a group of students.

With one week to go before the launch, everything seemed to be coming together.

“French Canadians are so turned off by the church,” Robert says, as we talk on his front porch on an August afternoon, “but mainly by a misconception of what church is.” He knows from personal experience that there are a lot of good things happening in local churches. But the problem is that most university students tend to avoid anything that looks like a traditional church.

He hopes that his team will be able to provide a non-threatening environment where Christian students can be the church and communicate the gospel.

He will soon find out.

Gaining momentum

Robert used to speak French, play soccer, and focus on collegiate church planting in Mali, West Africa – a predominately Muslim country. But in 1999 the Southern Baptist International Mission Board did a study about unreached people groups in the world. “Much to everyone’s surprise,” Robert says, “French Canadians made it to the top 10.” A goal was established to start 1,000 churches throughout Canada by 2020 with 200 new churches in Quebec.

And so, Robert and Sharon were transferred from Mali to Montreal. They arrived at McGill University with their family in the summer of 2000 ready to begin.

But he hadn’t always been interested in collegiate church planting. After graduating from Washtall Baptist University in Arkansas, he worked as a campus minister for four years. During much of that time he understood his role as being secondary to the local church. But that would change. For a lot of students expressed frustration with their church experience primarily because they couldn’t seem to find a meaningful way to get involved and use their gifts.

A collegiate church plant succeeds, he says, in part because students have to get involved, they have to step up, step out of their comfort zone, and take leadership roles.

They have to focus.

“I really believe in teams.” Robert says, “God has always put a team together, and I am just a part of that team.”

Growing up in Africa, on the Ivory Coast, he watched his father try to understand other cultures so that he could communicate the gospel. In Quebec, in French culture, Robert says, people place a very high value on humanitarian work. People feel that it is very important to help others in practical ways, even though they may not necessarily be helping others much themselves. But since this value is consistent with Christian conviction, and also serves as a bridge to the gospel, his team makes a point of serving others in many practical ways.

Students from the Eglise Renaissance church at the University of Sherbrooke have made three trips to Haiti since the devastating 2010 earthquake. Then there is the “Coats for kids” program in the winter which is designed to help needy children. The student church also works with Invisible Children, an organization devoted to raising awareness and providing support to child soldiers in the Congo. And when the Richelieu river valley flooded in Quebec in 2011…young people connected to the church were there to help.

The student church at Bishop’s University will be the sixth church or collegiate church plant that Robert has helped to launch. Two in Mali, two in Montreal, and now two in the Eastern Townships. In Quebec, a primarily French-speaking province in an English-speaking country, it seems appropriate that two churches function in French, while two will hopefully soon operate in English.

Time will tell.

Learning along the way

“Church planting can be tough on the family,” Robert says, as he finishes his lunch. It involves a lot of evening work, and a considerable amount of moving – both of which can be very disruptive to family life. All the moving around was particularly difficult for his oldest daughter. Moving from Arkansas to Mali to Montreal to Sherbrooke, and from house to house in between major moves, was too much.

But after realizing how important stability was for his kids, Robert made some adjustments. When they moved to the Sherbrooke area in 2005 he promised that this would be their home until they finished high school. His girls are really glad he did.

Protecting his family time, 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm each day, and Friday, Saturday, and Monday evenings has also helped.

The work itself can also be discouraging and difficult. During the dark times, he reflects on his strong sense that this is what God wants him do be doing with his life. He acquired this sense of “calling” in part by talking about life direction possibilities with important people in his life. “I believe that God puts a call on our life for whatever ministry He gives us,” Roberts says.

He also reaches out to friends he met through a collegiate church planting organization: one guy from Texas and another from Louisiana have been a real source of encouragement in his life. He looks forward to meeting with them every August.

While there hasn’t been a large response to his church planting efforts, there has been a positive response. This makes it all worth it. And he wasn’t looking for an easy assignment anyway. He feels that the easy road is not always the best road.

Feeling at home

On another positive note, his family has been very warmly received by the Christian community in the Sherbrooke area. “Everywhere we turn, a Christian family says encouraging words to us, ” Robert says as he smiles. He feels at home.

At the same time, he views his adopted home as a great mission field. There is a lot ofspiritual warfare. All is not well in this beautiful place. He prays constantly. He knows from experience that just when he thinks things are going well – BOOM!…they are not going well. And yet, Robert talks about seeing God doing amazing things.

For Robert Pinkston, talking to God seems to be as normal and natural as sitting on his front porch on a warm summer day.

Looking ahead

Move to a new place. Start a church. Train leaders. Move on. This has been Robert’s focus during the past 15-20 years, and he is not planning on changing his life direction any time soon. In a few years, the collegiate church plant at Bishop’s University should be established, his girls will have grown up and graduated from high school, and Robert and Sharon will be anticipating their next assignment. Lavel? Quebec City? He is not exactly sure where it will be, but they will be moving on.

People tell him all the time that they couldn’t do what he does. But he doesn’t agree. Aside from having a natural tendency to quickly adjust to a new place, Robert says he really isn’t any different from anybody else. And he isn’t alone. He couldn’t do what he does, he says, without the support of a Christian organization like the Southern Baptist International Mission Board. They provide language training, cultural training, and all sorts of other things.

Even so, in talking with Robert, it seems like he has found his place in God’s world. Speaking French and playing soccer from an early age, being raised in another culture by church-planting parents, getting invited to join a campus ministry right out of seminary, and marrying someone who also had a missionary call – each part of his past plays an important role in terms of what he is doing right now.

And later on this afternoon.

For Robert Pinkston, life is busy but life is good. And nothing seems impossible with God.

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Paying attention to your life

A brief thought on a busy day:  

Many things in this world will make you feel like your life doesn’t really matter. But it does. You might not be able to see and measure the difference that you make. But you do make a difference. You will make a difference.  

So pay attention to your life. Try to make the best use of your life that you possibly can. Invest it wisely. Make it count. To borrow a phrase from a video linked to the previous post, “Give us what you have got!”

With that in mind, can you think of one specific and practical step you have recently taken in order to pursue your God-given potential and become all that you were intended to be? Would you feel comfortable telling people about it here at Career & Life Direction? Why don’t you take a moment to write down what you have recently decided to do and how you think it might fit with your larger life purpose. Send it on in. Here is the magical contact form.  

And here are a few bizarre examples to get you thinking:

“Moving to the moon has been a long-term dream of mine. As I write this, I am half way up Mount Everest on my quest to get a little bit closer to my desired destination. The view up here is fantastic!”

“Joining a nudist colony has always been the only thing I really wanted to do with my life. The only problem is that where I live it is way too cold. But I have just decided to completely stop walking and drive absolutely everywhere I go in an attempt to accelerate global warming. Now if only I could figure out what to do about all the mosquitoes.” 

“I recently decided to go back to school. And for no reason in particular. More or less just because. You see, I got a new VISA card to add to my collection and needed to find a way to spend the money. Your website has been a true inspiration in my life. Keep up the good work.”

Your comments will, of course, be much more inspirational. Feel free to include your name, city, country, and your brief written contribution to the cause.  

And you never know. You just might encourage someone else to take the next significant step in their life.

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Defining your destiny

The Yellow-bellied Sapsucker could have been known as, say, the Red-headed Headbanger or Jackhammer. Just imagine selling your old moped, trading in your scooter, and getting a Harley. Oh yeah, in a moment – with a stroke of a pen - things could have been different for this poor little bird. Much different. A whole lot better. Exit disrespect and humiliation. Enter attitude and excitement, strength and determination. And either label would have worked; both would have been accurate descriptions. Different focus. Same bird.

Might be a moral to this tree-top story for a few creatures on the ground below.

Yes, as this tale is still mournfully told in the YBS community, some birdie had to stick their big, bright, yellow, belly right out there for everyone to see. There they were, strutting their stuff, standing in front of the naming committee on that fateful day. Plump and preoccupied; focused and fixated on one aspect of their appearance. Of all things. No mention of character or any positive personal qualities, just colour and size. For far too long I am the colour yellow and I have a great big belly! had been playing over and over in their tiny bird brain – really loud.

So much for positive and accurate self-talk. So much for illuminating self-understanding. So much for the future of our feathered friends.

To be sure, this muddled message had shaped their thinking over the years. Some tried to trace it right back to nest. Others blamed it on a few head-first crash landings back in the flight training days. And there was that recent high-speed incident with the window. Either way, this entrenched self-understanding would now – to a large extent - determine their direction and define their destiny. Yes, Name Day turned out to be one sad day in woodpecker world history. As the spotlight shone down, during an awkward moment of silence, things went from bad to worse:     

“And what do you like to do in your spare time…Yellow-belly?” 

Soaring high in the sky with the eagles” would have been a good response. If only. “Hanging out with my California Condor friends” could have worked too. “Practicing my Meadowlark imitation” might have been an improvement. “Doing Kingfisher dives” would have caught the attention of the judges. Communicating an association with a few rock stars in the bird community was one obvious option. Standing next to some birdie with perceived stellar status was a standard strategy. The Red-capped Burgereaters did it all the time.

But this too was second-best. It would have been even better, so the YBS historians say, if Mr. or Mrs. or Miss. Yellow-belly would have said something more revealing about themselves. Preferably something about what made them unique – even special – in the larger community of creatures. Something that made them stand out in some way even among other creatures in the sky.  

Sucking sap. Was that it? Did that phrase really define their identity? It does now.  

And for generations now, young birds in Yellow-belly Sapsucker school have been given the following essay topic: “What our distant relatives should have said.” 

Wings are even better, but words can help you fly.

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Putting problems in perspective

It is playing even now as I write: that same old CD I have been listening to almost every day now for the past five months. I must have listened to this set of songs close to 150 times. And since you asked, yes, I am still enjoying it and plan on continuing with my lovely listening tradition at least until the end of April. The sad reality is that we will be moving then, and unfortunately this CD came with the house.   

Not everyone around is quite as enthusiastic about this degree of repetition. If you happen to be familiar with any unflattering psychological terms (e.g. obsessive-compulsive, etc.) that might describe such excessive behavior, someone I know – not to mention any names - would be happy to hear from you. For after casually suggesting that I might need to buy my own copy now, I discovered that could be grounds for divorce. Some people just have no appreciation for good music. Of course, I am kidding.  Continue reading

Potential roadblocks

Close to thirteen years ago, Jason Lang went for an early morning drive with his father in Tabor, a small town in western Canada. You see, he had recently purchased an older Camaro and was up early on the morning of April 28th learning how to drive a standard. His dad, Dale, gave him a quick driving lesson, and then he was off to high school. It was Wednesday. It was just another day. Or so it seemed.

It has been almost thirteen years since Jason was standing in a hallway at W.R. Meyers High School with a friend, when a troubled young man appeared with a gun. And it was loaded. Before they realized what was happening, and had time to react, shots rang out and they both fell. But Jason would never get up. An ambulance came quickly and he was rushed to the hospital, but he died later that day. It was his older brother’s birthday. Jason was only seventeen. Continue reading

A quest for clarity


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At first glance, “Raise a Little Hell” by the Canadian band Trooper has to be one of my all-time least favorite songs. And for obvious reasons, I suppose. For I am much more into heaven-raising than hell-raising.  

But more than that, part of the problem with this particular song is that it is crafted well enough to have a musical hook; it seems to be designed to draw people in. Usually this is a good thing. In this case, however, once you are in, listening, alert…there doesn’t immediately appear to be much of value to hear - except the same old line over and over and over again. Which could make for a dull, boring, song. 

On the surface, it is also disappointing. There is a sense of wasted potential. It could have been good. Or considerably better, anyway. A celebration song. An energetic anthem, perhaps, to liven people up and rally the troops for a worthwhile cause, etc. Or at least an inspirational beach-walking song if nothing else (e.g. “Find a pretty shell. Find a pretty shell. Find a pretty shell. Hey!”). A little on the loud side for a peaceful beach setting, but a lyrical improvement nonetheless. Anything would be, you might think. Anything except maybe “Let Viterra Sell.” Continue reading

Living with limits

Do you have a clear view of yourself?

Helen Keller experienced it. Mozart did too. The apostle Paul had to deal with it. And then there was Moses. They all had to live with significant, and even serious, problems and limitations.     

They couldn’t hear or see or talk – or at least not very well. They had obvious problems. Limits. It must have been embarrassing and frustrating, difficult and depressing. No, they probably didn’t like it. Not one bit. It must have felt like more than they could manage; it was too much at times. But, they had to learn how to limp along and make do. They had to keep on trying and living just the same. And do you know what? So do you. 

But be encouraged. Most everyone has to face something painful and difficult - that just will not go away. If it isn’t in the past it will be in the future. Weakness has a way of making itself known. And it isn’t just you. No, you are not alone. The “beautiful” people have issues to. The healthy aren’t whole in every way. Your friend or co-worker who appears to be popular and successful is limited somehow. Count on it. Learn to look beyond the surface. Nobody has it all together, or at least not for long. Everyone is messed-up and mixed-up and lacking to some extent. When Mr. Wonderful gets home and is all alone…the cracks begin to show. Continue reading

Personality and problems galore

Your personality will make a big difference in terms of how you view life. Attitude is also important, to be sure. Early childhood influences count. Family relationships matter. Friends can shape your thinking. Lots of things can make a difference in your perspective. If, however, you find yourself naturally focusing on what is wrong with the world (and there is a lot to focus on) rather than on what is right with it…realize that this could be, in part, because of your personality.

Sanguines are often so focused on enjoying people that they hardly notice problems. Cholerics are just too busy running things and making stuff happen to care. Phlegmatics notice, but because of their easy-going nature problems are no big deal. Hakuna matata! But, some melancholics reading this and notice and notice - everything that is wrong everywhere – and your thinking is clouded by anxiety. Stress is your constant companion. Worry is your middle name. And something is going to snap someday. Continue reading

Thanks for visiting

This is a brief note to thank all who have taken the time to visit this website. This site is intended to be a resource that will help you, in some small way, to move ahead in your life. Whether you live in Canada or the USA or Europe or Africa or Asia, etc., I hope this online service has been an encouragement to you. May I encourage you to act on whatever significant insights you feel that you have gained from your time spent here so far. Reflection is all fine and good, but, in the end, action is what really matters.

God bless,

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Relationships and the Trinity

If you happen to be looking for advice specifically about relationships, it wouldn’t hurt to begin by reflecting on the Trinity. That would be the three-in-one and one-in-three word used to describe God by most Christian people who speak English.  

This suggestion, by the way, is nothing new and not at all original with me. Look into it, and you will find a small army of academics talking about it constantly. And it makes sense to reflect on such things; that is, if you have come to the realization that God is best described as a trinity. For here you will find an example of an ideal relationship.  

Notice, that I didn’t say you should try to completely understand it. Even thinking about a little piece of this world, or part of reality, for too long will blow your mind. Don’t believe me? Give it a try. Very little that appears to be simple and self-evident actually is.  Continue reading