I was reading a business email this afternoon and this thought came crashing into my head: We just don’t have what it takes to change the world.
I know the internet is worldwide, but I’m speaking to so many Americans, myself included, who actually have the audacity to think we are hard working and progressive. As a culture, we are trained to believe that we as Americans are living in the greatest place in the world:
The land of milk and honey.
We thrive on the idea that this is our country, and we earned it, and we are identified by our talents, our penchant for financial gain, and our desire to conquer and change for “the better.” The truth is far away from that moral/romantic center.
We are a culture driven to have more. To make more. To never settle. To get stuff. To claim land. To build more and more…. bigger, higher, ‘better.’ Is this something we really need?
Are we hard working?
Does that matter?
What kind of commitments do you make to your family? To give them more? To make more money? To get a bigger house? To live in a nicer neighborhood? To give your kids dance lessons?
Why do we think our kids need all this crap to grow up well? To have an IPad, a cell phone, a computer (or three), dance lessons, football lessons, driving schools, a car on their sixteenth birthday, an Ivy League education? Really?
Your kids want their parents. They want to hang out. They want to be formed with simplicity. They don’t need you to live your failures out through their lives in come expectant, vicarious fashion.
This morning, I was listening to the radio, where I heard of a test, in which the results were recently revealed, that studied very young children to find out when self esteem was typically being formed. The results surprised the scientists when it was discovered that for the most part, you are formed with your level of self esteem/confidence typically before Kindergarten….. the average age being 4 years old.
Kids need their parents to love them.
To live around them.
To love each other, so they see with their eyes the respect each parent gives the other.
When I come home from a day at the office, my children care not if I’ve made a million dollars, or driven a truck all day. They just want to hug and hold me. They want to show me what they learned and what they drew. They want to tell me about their experiences and if there was a spider in their room. They want to tell me what they did with it. They talk about colds, and poop, and how one brother took a toy from the other, but they learned to share.
Really. This is what they want. This is all they need.
Now, I understand that we all supposedly know this. I understand that you have heard this over and over. Some of you may be rolling your eyes.
Yes, children grow up.
People can’t always hang out with their kids. They may not want to. I admit that I don’t all the time. Not even kind of…but my children need it, and they thrive when I make time for them.
Obvious suggestion #1: Pull your head out of your computers. Pull your eyes away from your smart phone at the dinner table, or when you’re out walking with your family. They know when your attention is being pulled away.
No wonder we are raising a generation of needy losers. Yes. I said it. We are raising expectant losers.
We are raising selfish people who want $15 an hour to work at an entry level job. We are raising children who use the internet to job search instead of making contact with a human being. We are raising people who expect the other adults out there to sustain them. They “deserve” it after all.
Regardless of one’s faith walk, everyone knows about Paul the Apostle, from the Bible. Everyone knows that he basically made a career out of killing Christians in the early church, immediately following the death of Jesus.
A short time after, he had an ‘experience’ where it was revealed to him to work towards spreading this new gospel….and so he did. His purpose revealed, his skills in great abundance, Paul set out to change the world in a way only he could.
He sailed all over the Mediterranean Sea. He walked great distances. He was imprisoned many times, and ultimately died in prison for his faith. In this period, he helped set the cornerstones for what eventually evolved into the Christian church. Regardless of your feelings about the Christian Church and/or your choice to believe in it, you have to admit that the guy was committed.
So, how committed are you?
Have you discovered your purpose?
Have you paired it with your vision?
Maybe today you’ll consider that you aren’t on the right path. That you aren’t on any path. So, what next?
What do you want to do for the world? For your family? For your business? To change things for someone? Anyone? To create such a big footprint that people will believe Bigfoot is real? To create so many waves that your impact is undeniable?
That is mine.
That is mine.
That is mine.
It’s my hope that you’ll figure out what to do and that it becomes undeniable. That it’s your destiny and you do deserve to know it and to live it. Believe.