Becoming Halloween

I loved Halloween when I was a kid. Odd, really, since my mother hated – and still does – the whole affair. I looked forward to the huge Halloween party my church held. My memory of the huge, expansive multi-purpose room was filled with games, a cake walk giving away whole cakes, and the coveted prizes for the costume competition. Each year I dressed up to win. Every year I lost.

In fifth grade, having read the book “Plain Girl” about an Amish girl, I decided to go as her. I made the costume myself, my mother helping me with the apron and bonnet. I was transformed as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I felt like I had become her.

The next year mom said “no more sewing”, so a seamstress friend stepped up to help. I was a can-can girl and the costume was all that. I could have stepped onto the set of Moulin Rouge and fit right in.  I felt pretty, exotic, flamboyant and sassy! 

For as long as the Halloween party was held, I costumed myself up to become another person, character or entity.  I never did win. Not once. It wasn’t until I was older and those parties had long since gone by the wayside that I learned why: dad was the pastor, I was one of his kids, it would look bad if I won.  

My dad died a little more than a year ago, and all that is involved in grief is on-going. All Hallow’s Eve, Dia De los Muertos, Day of Souls and Saints are exactly the right time of year to think about my dad. These rituals give us the opportunity to ritually honor those who are no longer physically with us. They invite us to honor, remember, celebrate and think about our dead.

I was considering building an altar for my dad and wondered what I would put on it. Over the last decade of his life he and I (and my mom and my husband) moved together on a profound journey. We transitioned from espousing Christianity and living deeply embedded in the church as pastors, to independent thinkers who locate ourselves somewhere between agnostic and atheist. We remain engaged in the story of Jesus and his radical choices toward justice, equality and the value of women. Ritual and meaning making through word, meditation and ceremony remain central and important. We are not your typical anything… not freethinkers, humanists, agnostics, atheists, pagans or secularists. We are simply becoming.

I still enjoy Halloween. I love to watch my kids find joy in putting on another persona, adorning themselves with mustaches and make-up, having the chance to be “Katniss”, a witch, goblin, warrior or Viking for a day. There is a grace and freedom to the act of masking our faces and bodies with a different look, energy, personality and letting loose the growls, purrs, screams and roars of a new being. Perhaps once-a-year Halloween gives us the opportunity to take the risk of becoming something new without having to actually do it full time.  

The practice of “becoming new” once-a-year, and the imagination and preparation to do so, has served me well.  The disappointment of a young girl at not winning the competition has diminished along with the roles in and expectations of the church. Maybe it was Halloween and the freedom of trying on a new being for a night that readied me to truly, honestly and powerfully become a new person in my own skin.

If you could try out a new idea, what would it be? What question is burning in your mind and heart that has seemed too scary to ask? Is there a personality trait you have always longed to express? Is there a passion left untouched, a desire lying dormant?

Stephen Covey used to ask people to “begin with the end in mind”. “Imagine your own funeral,” he would say, “and the speeches given and what you hope they will say.”  Use this to guide your choices throughout your life – your decision of becoming.

On my dads altar I will place an excellent bottle of red wine, luscious dark chocolate, all that is music and books: lots and lots of books. I will fashion the altar to resemble a dinner table, around which people will gather to eat good food, drink good wine and debate, discuss, talk, wonder, laugh and cry. There will be candles, linen napkins and open minds.

What would you put on your Dia de los Muertos altar? What would you want others to recite about the “story of you”?

This year, dress up for Halloween! Be that something new, something dangerous, risky or previously-off-limits idea, persona or image! Practice becoming; thinking new, wondering differently and trying on another perspective.

Miss Tinsel

My entire body was tilted back and down. Sunglasses blocked the intruding light that was floating directly over my face. I couldn’t speak as fingers, suction tubes and drills were pulled in and out of my mouth. I swore I felt drool sliding over my erratically positioned lips and down my cheek. Grunting, I pointed to the spot and tried to say “drool” which came out “ouool”. The doctor looked. “Nothing there,” he said smiling. Silly me.

I was in the dentists chair this morning for the second time in the same number of weeks. In case you missed that, it’s 2 visits in 2 weeks – both for a crown. The first was “just” a cracked tooth, today was a full on break. Lovely.

So there I am, lying in a head down position with my mouth occupied by gooey gunk and a 5 minute timer ticking away in back of me. The doc is washing up, chatting pleasantly when suddenly he declares “October 24^th! Oh my God! It’s almost November.”

Yes, it is almost November and with it a swift move to the holidays. The season of giving, getting, wanting, griping and endless Christmas carols – or rather, Holiday music – is around the corner.

Doc continued. “I’m just not ready for the holidays to come. It’s too soon. There’s too much to do, too much to prepare and buy… and the hustle and bustle… all the parties and gatherings and expectations… and family!” He made a sound like a muzzled animal. “Ah… family during the holidays”.

Almost as if he remembered he was not alone, he turned and looked at me. “Are you ready for them AmyJo? For God’s sake, it was just August!”

Having no real ability to respond, I used my eyebrows and deep guttural prrr to try to communicate “Yes!” Of course I’m ready for my favorite time of year!”

When I was in high school my best friend gave me the title of “Miss Tinsel”. It stuck. I love the season of Thanksgiving through Christmas and New Year. When I was young it was magical and filled with music, cookies, yummy smells, Grandma & Grandpa and a glass of soda on Christmas Eve.

As the years passed, the reason for my exuberance has changed, but I still have it. 

I can relate to the Scrooges, bah humbugs and to people who hate the season. I have experienced the anxiety swirling around family gatherings, the comparison of children and the evaluation of lives, looks and current body size.  The numerous parties that demand our attention, hostess gifts, another well put together outfit, correctly selected gift and on and on it goes.   

There is a lot about the Holiday Season that can be difficult, sad and hurtful while also producing anxiety and even shame.

Yet amidst the flurry of gifts that are sung about, advertised for and written down on wish-lists, there really are gifts to be found during the months of November and December.

On November 16, 2012 I will offer a 7 module video course that guides you through the weeks leading up to the Celebration of the Yule, of light and abundance. These videos will assist you in facing those aspects of the upcoming holidays that give you the butterflies and the dreads, and will give you applicable tools to overcome them. At the end of these four sessions, you will find yourself ready and filled with positive anticipation for all that occurs between November 22 and January 1.

More information will come about how to access this fun, engaging, lighthearted romp toward the holidays that will give you the tools necessary to have the best Season of Giving ever!  Stay Tuned!

Mumbo Jumbo

It seems silly to suggest that a sentence can change the world. To repeat an idea over and over again with the intended goal of changing our deepest selves and the way we see each other appears as juvenile. Really? Repeat a bunch of words and my world will shift? Sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo.

And yet, one week ago I stood on an incredible TEDx San Joaquin stage in Stockton, California and said just that.

Aristotle gets it. “We are what we repeatedly do," he says. "Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” This ancient Greek dude had it right. What we consistently do or say trains our minds and bodies to reflect it. We embody our habits.

“I look fat, I am ugly,” looks like a person with shrugged shoulders, suspicious eyes and over - or -  under weight. “I don’t look like them, my clothes aren’t stylish. They laughed at me. If only I had this hair, body, eye-color, smile...,” is reflected in a constant struggle to fit in, missing entirely the beauty of our unique loveliness. “I like boys..., I am supposed to like boys..., I don’t like girls,” results in self doubt and often self hate. I could go on. Through years of coaching, counseling, teaching and leading retreats I know that many of us are weighed down by the repetition of ideas that tell us we are not good enough.  Not enough for God, for parents, for someone to like me: just not good enough.

Standing in the spotlight on that TEDx stage I recited the sentence that had powerfully shaped me into the person I used to be. (Yes, used to be! Habits can be broken!)

“I confess that I am by nature sinful and unclean and cannot free myself.” It goes on from there, but let’s not. We don’t need to encourage focusing on the unhelpful and unhealthy habits that weigh us down. But there it is, and its power sculpted me.

The idea contained within the words acted as the hands and tools of a sculptor and shaped me into who I was. Believing that I was naturally bad and I could not, on my own accord or will, change that for the better made me fat. I literally gained weight, physical pounds and mental, spiritual and emotional baggage. 

I wanted to kiss. I wanted to have a boy’s hands on me. I masturbated. I was terrified because no matter what I did, the desires did not subside. I still wanted all of it and I hated myself for it. I could not get enough of the “God-goodness” in me no matter how often I went to church, prayed, took communion or participated in church activities. None of it stopped or reduced the desires I had burning within my mind that literally jolted through my body when "that particular boy" touched my arm. I knew that I was a sinner and likely going to hell.

Does a sentence have power? Oh, ya.

We become our habits, the good and the bad.  Let’s go for the good!

We need to reverse the damage done by the sentence that reflects the idea of The Doctrine of Original Sin, and we need to replace it with the Affirmation of Human Goodness.

I am naturally good, and have in me the power to make more good for me and for others.

That’s it. That is the sentence that will change the world. I know, because it’s changed mine. I am sure of it because I have witnessed it altering the self image of my kids. I am positive of it because I daily see it change the self image of my clients, giving them a sense of inner power they have not known before.

Silly? One sentence changing the world? Not at all.

It takes 21 days to form a habit. Taking advice from the ancient Greek dude, we need to become excellent at rehearsing, repeating and reminding ourselves that we are naturally good. We need to reshape our self image and the vision we use to see each other and the world.

I am naturally good and have in me the power to make more good, and so are you. We share the same core good and same capacity to make more of it to benefit ourselves and others.

To train with this sentence is to hone our community to open mindedness that reaches beyond tolerance to listening and understanding. To be disciplined with this sentence is to awaken our whole bodies to the truth that our desires, ideas, hopes and questions are first, good.

Repeating this sentence gives us the capacity and power to better handle those times and events when our goodness seems far away or missing. We will no longer be defined by the bad that occurs around us, but rather we will confidently confront it with partnership, respect and the expectation that we each come to the table with an equal capacity to problem solve.

One sentence?  21 Days? For you? Do you, adult person who does not need or like silly little gimmicks of self improvement (neither do I), need to make this sentence your own?

Yes, yes, and yes!

We need a movement that covers the airwaves, car bumpers, Twitter-sphere, Facebook-likes and posts that will adorn our bodies, backs and arms, shouting that we are GOOD!

21 Days. One Sentence. I am good and have in me the power to make more good.

Change the world!

Kickin' the Fear Habit

I have been contemplating fear these last few days. Fear of taking that leap, jumping into the risk of believing so fully and totally in my ability, gifts and wisdom that I finally do something with my wild and precious life.

I have finally let go of the comfortable excuses, the regrets of past opportunities and the fear of not having enough, and I am going for it.

Scary, inspiring stuff. I am dizzy with the potential of doing what I know I was made to do.

So why the fear? Habits can be hard to break, and returning to the fear mongering I spent a lifetime learning is among those tough nuts. 

Tough, yes, but not impossible.  I am doing it and so can you. Whatever message, expectation or limitation that is stopping your movement forward, your full self to emerge, the following steps will help crack it open.

First, look the fear or expectation straight in the face and name it out loud. As distasteful as this is, it’s an important first step.

Here goes.

I am afraid that the success of others around me somehow puts my ability to realize my own success at risk. Wow, I have never written that so succinctly and honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever stated it so boldly. It’s ugly. Is that really me?

Yup. Truth. There you have it. Instead of rejoicing with others at their amazing lives and accomplishments, I have practiced being intimidated by them.

For some crazy and irrational idea, when someone else wildly succeeds, which is what I want for myself, I am afraid that it snips off another piece of the blanket of my potential.

Fear can cripple if we continue to practice it without being aware that it is there. Looking at it, stating it and naming it immediately pierces a hole in the bubble of fear and begins to leak.  It has less power over us.

Second, practice, repeat, rehearse and retrain your thinking with this one sentence: I am naturally good and have in me the power to choose to use it to make more good for myself and others.

Repeating this sentence every day, multiple times a day, has had tremendous impact on my life and how I see the world and myself. It literally buckles my proverbial knee-jerk reaction of jealousy in its tracks! When I have experienced the ping of “See what that person is doing… what makes you think you can do it?” Or the pang of “They’ve already done it, you may as well just give up,” I remind myself of how good I am and how much power I already have inside me to be a creator of more good, more beauty, more life giving advice and it corrects my vision.

It’s not magic, but it’s close.

Third, I have taken stock of the importance of surrounding myself with people who want to celebrate my success! Too often those in our lives are connected to the status quo of who we are now, and the idea of the “Big AmyJo” or the “Great AmyJo” seems threatening. Instead of encouraging me to go for it, words of fear are expressed, often in a context of protection. “Do you have enough money to do that?” “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and feel bad if it’s not a huge success,” and on and on.

No more. Choose to be around people who want you to succeed! The language of affirmation and genuine encouragement are critical to building our own capacity to go for it!

Fourth, I am my own policewoman and have recruited a few other trusted “cops” to keep me in line. When I feel the urge to compare myself and come out on the losing end, I say out loud “I am enough, I am brilliant and my time is now.” Really. I say it out loud. No matter where I am. If I am riding my bike (because my husband and I share one car while I build my business), walking into class to teach (and I gaze at the pictures of successful people lining the walls), or listening to the radio in my kitchen (and hear a story of an amazing person doing an incredible thing), I say it out loud. “I am enough, I am brilliant and my time is now.”

Finally, I practice genuinely celebrating the amazing, great, incredible feats people are accomplishing all over this world. Thank the good-ness of humanity for all of these successes, struggles, learning moments and movements!

Our world improves the more we all go for it! When you and I honor those who are doing it, we send good karma, emotions and energy into the world and by doing so, we make it better!

Follow the Formula:

1)     Look the fear straight in its face and name it out loud.

2)     Repeat: I am naturally good and have in me the power to choose to use it to make more good for myself and others.

3)     Choose to be around others who want you to succeed! The language of affirmation and genuine encouragement are critical to building our own capacity to go for it! Accept it and give it away to others.

4)     Be your own policeperson and say out loud, whenever the creepy-crawlies of jealousy or insecurity linger: “I am enough, I am brilliant and my time is now.”

5)     Rejoice in the success of others and know that doing it improves the energy in our world.

We each have a story and gifts to give the world. We cannot know each detail, but we can affirm that we have all it takes to do it!

The time is now! Go For It!

Meditate to Rock It!

My husband led the meditations. His spirit embodies a peace grounded in the beauty of that which is bigger than what we can see and touch.

Before he began to lead them, the weekly staff meetings at our medium-size valley church were painful. Disorganized and meandering they would typically end up a bitch and complain session. I would walk away feeling mired in the negativity that fed my own anxiety and fear.

Once we began with the meditations, everything changed.

Poetry was a favorite for becoming grounded, and Mary Oliver was often the poet of choice. Her poems moved me to another reality that would both compel me further on and make me giddy with the beauty of her words and art.

One phrase from a poem she wrote I will never forget. It is the concluding stanza to her poem “The Summer Day” and it is this question. “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

Tears spring to the corner of my eyes whenever I hear it. It touches me deeply in that inner region of my desires and hopes and it nudges me like a gentle finger pressing just hard enough to remind me I need to get moving.

What is it you plan to do, AmyJo, with your one wild and precious life?

Meditation has not always been my friend. I struggle to be quiet and still. The state of my natural being is movement. My mind is always working, thinking, dreaming, telling stories and making up fantasies. As most who know me will quickly attest, my mouth is rarely closed and voice seldom not being used.

I talk a lot, laugh loud, run hard, hand-dance in the car and simply have an all around difficult time sitting still and being quiet.

So of course, meditation is especially important for me. I need it, and I have recently rediscovered this very important truth.

After leaving the organized church, I establishing an experimental community that eventually progressed to embrace new ideas and a system of belief that was no longer Christianity. During those incredible three plus years of teaching, studying and questioning we developed deeply meaningful meditations. I wrote ritual that spoke to our new way of seeing the world and poetry replaced memorized liturgy.

When that Community ended, and it did so in hurt, betrayal and much pain, I stopped meditating. I literally put everything from my office, on my shelves, in drawers and from my home that had to do with Way of Compassion Community in a box, closed it and shoved it in a dark corner of my garage.

I recently unpacked it. What a charge it was to walk my fingers through books, files, framed pictures and documents and reclaim them as me. My heart fluttered and spirit soared.

I am being born again, and this time, I am going to do some amazing shit with my one, wild and precious life! This time, I am not allowing anyone to nay-say, or nervously keep me down because they want me small. This time, I am going to say “shit” if I want to. This time, I am going to wear my red lipstick without apology, sing loud, laugh with abandon and be the big, great person I have always known is the true me.

I can claim this truth because I have rediscovered meditation. There is such a thing as “divine timing”, which I refer to as “universe time”, evident in my connection with Lissa Rankin and Amy Ahlers. They lead Vision Ignition Switch; a business that mentors visionaries in building their business so they can both change the world and their lives for the better.

Before each webinar or group call we are lead through a meditation. The first time it happened I was stunned. I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing something that felt like going backward. I had worked so hard to finally leave the old system of belief and the practices that came with it, I was not clear I wanted it again.

For some reason I trusted these women and myself enough that I decided to do it and fully participate.  Tears streamed hot and salty from my closed eyes, pooling in the corners of my mouth so that when we finished, I was wet.

Joining the boxed items I had chosen to return to me, I now added meditation. I reclaimed it in a new, meaningful and life giving way.

The next day my husband, the gentle giant who had led meditations so effectively for years, listened to a webinar with me. I suspected there would be a meditation, and wasn’t sure how he would receive it. When Lissa began, I closed my eyes and began to participate. A minute in I sneaked a peak at my husband. He sat stiff with mouth clenched. It was painful. Something he loved, let go of and never had been recognized for, was happening right in front of him in his own home.

I took a risk. Tapping him gently on his knee I said “participate!” He did. We both have a piece of us back.  We both are claiming our one, wild and precious life and the truth that we are going to rock it!

Stay tuned for meditations, poems and ritual for you to rock your life! 

Grasping Good

We need to spend more time seeing the good.

Sounds simplistic, right? But it’s not. Try it and you’ll see how dependent we have become as a society on blaming, seeing and pointing at the bad. We are verging on a cultural addiction to the bad; we use it to excuse our own actions, explain the actions of others and when we need a scapegoat for tough social issues, we offer it up.

A few weeks ago I was with extended family. The conversation migrated to the content of my upcoming TEDX San Joaquin talk.  I began to explain the gyst of my talk: that the Doctrine of Original Sin is wrong and needs to be replaced with the Affirmation of Natural Goodness.

One of my siblings in-law who is not now nor ever has been, part of organized religion, interrupted me to ask “Well, how can it be true that we aren’t born naturally bad? How do you explain all the bad stuff that happens?”

It’s funny how the non-religious can sometimes become defenders of the faith. It happens because Christianity has had such a profound impact in laying the foundation of our Western culture. The idea that we are all born with the desire and penchant to do and be “bad” (The Doctrine of Original Sin) is one that has had the greatest impact.

Sure. Absolutely. Without Question. There is evidence of bad actions, choices that harm, hate, prejudice, violence, deceit, betrayal and more. And agreed. It’s not going to go away.

But if the evidence being presented to prove that we are all born naturally bad is that those attributes exist, then the argument fails. Yes, there are these realities in our world and personal lives, but it does not prove that sin, bad or the dark side is our first inclination.

There is no more evidence of bad attributes and actions than there are of the good. In fact, the truth is there are far more incidents of good that we experience every day than of bad. Our problem is that we don’t see them. We don't pay attention to the good stuff.

We have been trained to see the bad first and walk right past the good.

It’s time for a reorientation that will restore our collective spirit and hope in our common goodness.

We need to retrain our minds to see, notice, and mark all the good that happens around us every day.

Yesterday I was given unsolicited hugs from my kids (good), was told that my advice was valuable and helpful (good), attended a webinar by two women who have “made it” in my industry and who are giving away what they have learned to help others (good). After a long day of teaching fifth grade my husband sat at the computer and helped me revise items for my upcoming TEDx Talk (good). My mother called to check on my kids (good) and my sister called just to tell me she loved me (good). My hair stylist who just had a baby texted me to ask how things were going (good) and men who were standing in a group on a path where I was running politely made way for me and smiled, saying “lookin’ good!”(good).

All of it is good and all of it is unremarkable. But it’s good and it’s real and it’s important.

The bad that happens to us hurts. It pierces our spirit and has the potential of infecting our minds so that it permanently damages our vision and the way we see each other and the world. It’s true that betrayal, violence, lies, can leave lasting marks on our persons.

Yet that does not prove that it is what defines us. Nor does it mean we have to allow the bad to dominate the good. We can change the way we think and see the world. It is our choice.

Practice makes perfect.

When we prepare to run a half-marathon, we train. If we intend to play piano in a jazz band, we rehearse. To excel at a skill or area of specialty we study, read and focus our efforts on that particularity.

Nothing more is demanded of us to change the way we see the world and each other. We need to practice, rehearse and train ourselves to focus, study and spot all the good in and around us.

Notice it. Point to it. Let other people know when you find it. Tweet it. Post it. Photograph it. We need to share the good so that we daily recognize its overwhelming presence in our lives.

Let’s get to it. 7 Days of Grasping Good will help.

Monday: Concentrate on the goodness in beginnings, commencements and starts.

Tuesday: Spot good actions in people you don’t know but stand next to at Starbuck’s, walk past in the grocery store or pass on the freeway.

Wednesday: Look for the language of good: thank you, have a nice day, after you, you look nice, and…

Thursday: Claim the hope of good in the midst of hurt, pain, sadness, violence, hate and in seeing good even as we recognize the bad.

Friday: The Friday Habit: focus on the good in you and that you see around you and tweet, talk, post or otherwise announce it.

Saturday: Let loose with the good of extra sleep, long runs, movies in the afternoon, friends, kids play and languid love.

Sunday: Rehearse and affirm: I am naturally good and have within me the power to make choices that creates good for me and others.

Grasp the Good, hold it close, ingest it and watch your world shift!

The Friday Habit!

I am thinking about Fridays. I love them. They make me feel hopeful, imbued with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation about what possibilities are held in the next two days of freedom.

I didn’t always have this view of Fridays. As a pastor, Friday was the last day to prepare everything needed for the busy, overwhelming stuff that was the weekend of worship.

I’m not sure how many people realize it; the hours a pastor puts in. During my tenure as an ordained woman, I had my share of those folks who asked “What do you do during the week?” I always laughed between clenched teeth and explained that being a pastor was a full time job, oh sorry, vocation, calling.

Right. Forgot, not a job, a calling. I digress.

I have had free weekends since the spring of 2008. At first it was strange and uncomfortable. I felt like a truant child who was cutting class. It was as if something was wrong with the extra hours that were now mine to decide how to use.

I got used to it. It’s a totally new universe, one that I now adore and enjoy. The weekend has allowed for more time with my kids, late night and morning intimacy with my husband and the ability to sleep in which has allowed for parties! Saturday and Sunday’s are great for long run’s, bike rides and reading uninterrupted. Love ‘em. That’s their job, to rejuvenate and give reasons for joy.

Now I have a new job for Fridays: an experiment to form The Friday Habit. Here it is. Every Friday wake up with this intention: To concentrate on the good in you and in others around you and Tweet, Facebook, Orkut, Blog or otherwise announce it.

We focus too much on the bad, the violent and awful. We come by it honestly. Christianity and the Doctrine of Original Sin laid the foundation of Western culture and our ideas about humanity. We have practiced and rehearsed that the “bad in us” dictates and rules.

Father Augustine, the author of this ground-laying opus, declared that humans are born ensconced in sin, wrapped up in the dirty reality that our first human inclination is to choose that which is bad. We lie, cheat, harm, are selfish, greedy and are overcome with the desires of the flesh.

Of course, the answer to such a state of affairs is God and the Church. Convenient, I know. We can never escape this cycle of sin until we die and then are judged as to how well we did managing it via God, Jesus and the Church. In other words, we need them and it. We cannot handle our bad or create our own good, so that we must go looking for it in the divine entity which apparently created us with this wanting for good, which is concurrent with this same divine entity. Clever.

The marketing plan is actually pretty ingenious. It provides for a life long need to buy what the Church is selling.

I want a new plan, and it begins with The Friday Habit: Concentrate on the good in you and in others around you and Tweet, Facebook, Orkut, Blog or otherwise announce it.

We need to let go of the thousands of years of practicing the idea that we sin first and we gotta get the good from outside of us.

We need to replace the old confession of sin with a new affirmation, a new, powerful sentence. Yup, a sentence!

Here it is: I affirm that I am by nature good, and have within me the power to make choices that create good for me and others.

That’s it. One sentence.

It takes 21 days to form a habit. We could change the world by making this sentence our new habit. Seriously. Think about how the ground of our world, built on the Doctrine that we are first sinful and need God and Church to manage it, would shake and turn if we practiced that we are all good and already have the power inside of us to do and make more good!

I am good, you are good. We share the same core of good potential and ability to make and create more good. Imagine it! It would change the world – change how we see one another – how we interact – disagree – worship – think – plan – solve problems.

No, it’s not a formula for utopia or perfection. Ick. We don’t’ want that, it’s not reality and it’s boring. What we want and need for the sake of our society and our future is to reframe our vision of ourselves and each other.

It is harder to focus on the good in each of us and our potential and responsibility to use that good to make more of it, than it is to default to the easy excuse of “well, we are all naturally sinful”, or “I guess I just haven’t been praying enough” or, “God is telling me no, because there is no change in the situation.”

Focusing on the good makes us responsible and full of amazing possibilities!

21 days. One sentence. Change the world.

Let’s begin today with The Friday Habit! See you in cyberspace and all your good!