From Now On–Lessons from The Greatest Showman

I saw the sun begin to dim
And felt that winter wind
Blow cold

We’ve all traveled the valley of despair and disappointment. We’ve all felt the pain of loss and unrealized dreams. In The Greatest Showman, Phineas Taylor Barnum lost his business, his fortune, and nearly his family—the winter wind had blown cold. He tried to drown his sorrows with alcohol, sitting alone in a bar. He looked back on his life with regret over misplaced priorities. After a promising start, the sun was dimming on his horizon.

Like P.T. Barnum, Solomon spent time in the valley. Near the end of his life, he looked back on his life with considerable regret. He literally had it all—fame, fortune, riches, pleasures, palaces, women, servants, food and wine. He had a means to every end. During his life, no desire went unmet. He looked back on it all in his quasi-diary, the book of Ecclesiastes. He summed it up in Ecclesiastes 1:2 with, “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” All the things he had chased after—all the things that were supposed to bring him happiness—were meaningless. In chapter 2, verse 11, Solomon describes his pursuits as “a chasing after the wind.”

How will your end-of-life diary read? What are you chasing after?

A man learns who is there for him
When the glitter fades and the walls won’t hold

So true. When you’ve lost power, authority, and influence, who sticks with you? When the walls of life start to crumble around you, who is there to help you hold them up? When you’ve made a mess of your life, who is there to help you clean it up?

In The Greatest Showman, P.T. Barnum’s band of misfits show up at the bar and offer words of encouragement. He was there for them when even their own mothers rejected them for looking different. Now they are there for him and will help him rebuild and start over. They offer their friendship, support, and a glimmer of hope.

In the Garden of Gethsemane and later at the cross, Jesus learned who was there for him. No one. His closest followers slept while he prayed in agony. They denied him and scattered like cowards. No one had his back. No one. He bore the cross alone.

In the way you live your life, do you have Jesus’ back?

Cause from then, rubble
What remains
Can only be what’s true

What remains is what’s true. P.T. Barnum’s friends and family remained and were true. His dreams of making a difference in the world through entertainment were shattered and yet somehow remained. They, too, were true.

From the rubble and shame of Christ’s crucifixion, He remained. In fact, He rose again on the third day! He suffered—but remains. He bore our sins—yet remains. He agonized and cried out—but still remains. What remains…can only be what’s true. Christ remains. Christ is truth.

When you take away the passing fancies and rubble of your life, what will remain? Are you chasing truth, or chasing after the wind?

If all was lost
There’s more I gained
Cause it led me back
To you

P.T. Barnum’s suffering and loss ironically resulted in gain. His misfortune made him realize his priorities were all wrong. At the altar of fame and fortune, he had sacrificed family and friends. Ultimately, through tragedy, he’s led back to his family. Near the end of the film, he’s seen for the first time at his daughters’ dance recital. The picture of a man with properly placed priorities is a beautiful thing.

In 2 Chronicles 7:14, God tells Solomon, “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” The people had rejected God and lived for themselves. Still, God was willing to forgive them and give them a fresh start. God still offers that today.

Do you need a fresh start? Do you need to return to God?

From now on
These eyes will not be blinded by the lights
From now on
What’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight
Tonight

P.T. Barnum had a life-changing epiphany. He had been blinded by fame and fortune. It was time for a change. Not eventually. Not after the next show. Not once everything was figured out. The change would begin immediately. His new way of thinking and living would start tonight. People would notice a difference in him…from now on.

Repentance does that to a person. When God and religion go from the abstract to the real, your world is turned upside down—for the better. Things that used to mean so much—wealth, possessions, rank, and popularity—start to fade into the background. You start to get what Jesus had in mind when he said, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.” (Luke 12:15) Once you realize your predicament without God and your need for God, you’ll want to become a Christian…immediately. The change must start tonight. I must live for God…from now on.

Let this promise in me start
Like an anthem in my heart
From now on
From now on

This is my favorite phrase in the song. Barnum is promising to do better—to be better. That change will be noticeable to everyone around him going forward. How noticeable? Like an anthem in his heart. An anthem is “a rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause.” In Barnum’s case, there would plenty of rousing songs—The Greatest Showman soundtrack is full of them. More importantly, his “anthem” was about a cause within. It will emanate from his heart and his family and friends will see it in him.

Christians believe in God’s promises. We trust that God will follow through with what He has said He will do. The main promise—eternal life—should be on the surface of our lips and buried deep within our hearts. Heaven is something we think about, dream about, talk about, and sing about. We can’t approach our eternal destiny any other way.

What promise do you trust in? What anthem is on your heart?

I drank champagne with kings and queens
The politicians praised my name
But those are someone else’s dreams
The pitfalls of the man I became

 Barnum had “hobnobbed with the big wigs at the wing dings,” as the saying goes. He could name drop with the best of them. His mantel was lined with photos of himself and celebrities. He began to assess his value based on who he knew rather than who he was. He calls that way of thinking “pitfalls.” Solomon would have called it “utterly meaningless.”

I’ve been there. I’m patriotic and proud of my military career, but I don’t miss the over-emphasis on rank and privilege. While there are some practical reasons for wearing one’s rank on the uniform, few professions do that. Our rank determined our pay, our responsibilities, how we were addressed, the size of our office, where we sat at the table, and sometimes even where we parked our cars. In some uniforms, we also wore our medals and ribbons. Thankfully, most professions don’t do that. We were promoted based on our potential, but it didn’t hurt to “drink champagne” with kings and queens—or the right general officer. The farther removed I am from that life, the more aspects of it seem, well, meaningless.

Do you worry more about who you know than who you are? Is it more important to look outwardly successful on social media than to actually be successful in God’s eyes?

For years and years
I chased their cheers
The crazy speed of always needing more
But when I stop
And see you here
I remember who all this was for

Barnum admits to having gotten caught up in the “crazy speed of always needing more.” He had to be not just a successful businessman, but the best entertainer in the world. To prove his father-in-law wrong, he had to purchase the trophy house. He chased the cheers of the crowds, his family, and his friends. He finally realized that each new possession or accomplishment simply led to him wanting more. Whatever he had, it was “Never Enough”—another inspiring song on The Greatest Showman soundtrack.

Are you caught up in the crazy speed of always wanting more? How would our lives be different if we were satisfied with what we had?

And from now on
These eyes will not be blinded by the lights
From now on
What’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight
It starts tonight
And let this promise in me start
Like an anthem in my heart
From now on
From now on
From now on
And we will come back home
And we will come back home
Home, again!

The song concludes with Barnum and his posse of peculiar people chanting, “And we will come back home…And we will come back home…Home, again!” With his priorities straight, he celebrates returning home. To the new and improved Barnum, home includes a wife who loves him, daughters who need him, and friends who admire him for who he is as a person. More than just figurative language, Barnum leaves the circus he created to his partner and returns home to be with his family.

From the Bearded Lady to the Irish Giant, Barnum’s band of outcasts also return “home” to a circus where they can find peace and be among people who love them for who they are. The Bearded Lady’s song, “This is Me,” is another rousing anthem about overcoming insults and being proud of who you are. In the circus, she found acceptance. She found home.

As much as I loved going to summer camp as a kid, I always enjoyed returning to the comforts of home. As much as I enjoyed going off to college, there was something special about returning home to see my family. As much as hiking the Appalachian Trail meant to me and changed me, I couldn’t wait to get home to be reunited with my wife.

For Christians, this world is not our home—we’re just passing through. As much as we love our families, friends, and the many ways we’re blessed here on earth, this isn’t the end game. It’s temporary. It’s passing. Much of it is “utterly meaningless.” For true meaning, we return to Solomon’s diary, and find, “Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind.” (Ecclesiastes 12:13)

If we do that, from now on…before we know it, we’ll be home—home again!

 

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From Talking About, To Talking To

“He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”                               – Psalm 23:3-4

From 1983 to 1984, my dad served as Base Commander at McGuire Air Force Base, New Jersey. His duties included meeting dignitaries and celebrities who visited the base, often on their way to other places. A perk of being his son was having the opportunity to accompany him when he went to Base Operations to meet these visitors.

On one occasion, Dad informed me, a high school senior at the time, that a USO Tour would be arriving in the middle of the night.

“Who will be there?” I asked.

“Bob Hope, among others,” Dad replied.

“I’ve heard of him,” I said. “I know he’s a big deal. But I’m not sure I want to get up in the middle of the night. Who else is coming?”

Dad checked his notes and replied, “Cathy Lee Crosby, Ann Jillian…”

“That’s cool,” I interrupted, “But I think I’ll stay home.”

Dad looked up and finished with, “And Brooke Shields.”

“Brooke Shields!” I yelled. “What time are we leaving?”

For reasons having to do with teenage hormones, I wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. So, for the next several hours, I prepared for my first “date” with Miss Shields. I retrieved my very best jeans and blue, stylish “Members Only” jacket. My mom and I discussed probing questions I could ask Brooke about her role in Endless Love and how she gets her hair so shiny. My neighborhood buddies suggested I wear Calvin Klein jeans and try to get Brooke’s phone number. I was confident, prepared, and exceedingly cool.

My dad and I were in position when, late that night, Bob Hope and his entourage arrived at Base Operations. As Brooke approached me in the receiving line, we exchanged “hellos” and I handed her a USO hat. Instantly, I froze, blood rushed to my face, and I didn’t utter another word or get her phone number. I completely and totally choked! I had failed in the all-important transition from talking about someone to talking to someone.

In today’s passage, David makes a much smoother transition. He talks about how God refreshes his soul and guides his paths. But then, in the very next verse, he speaks to God. He tells God, “You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” The note in the margin reads: David goes from talking about God to talking to God—we must make the same transition.

God must be more to us than a distant, historical figure in an ancient history book. Our relationship with him must mean more than just the facts we know about him. God desires a real, personal relationship with me. Sadly, Miss Shields did not.

#FaithInTheMargins

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Thirty

“Thirty”

Just a number to some, one score and half again,

But to me, much more, these three decades with my best friend.

A mere friend, at first, a chance meeting, a harmless game,

You said I was “obnoxious”; I wanted to know your name.

We laughed when Willard warned us, “You might meet your future mate,”

In the hopes that he was right, I asked you on a date.

Was a memorable night for us, although my face blushed with shame,

We shared popcorn but no glances, as we sat through Purple Rain.

Four years later, down the aisle, time to give this marriage a try,

Our guests praised my tearful emotion, not knowing I had pink eye.

Not long after, another oath, this time to “support and defend,”

The Air Force gave us orders, “Be in Oklahoma by year’s end.”

There was romance, lots of love; as for passion, it was strong,

Then your water broke in the parking lot, and Jason came along.

Next came Valdosta, Georgia, along with Kyle, another son,

We built a home in a wooded grove, and gathered pecans just for fun.

Then onward to Texas, I still remember our first big fight,

Birds don’t nest in Cowboy boots; you know I was right!

Off to Illinois next, for the Cardinals we’ll cheer,

Then the orders said Alabama, I studied war for a year.

You asked for some bratwurst, so to Germany we went,

Eleven countries in two years, still in love, still content.

Ate some schnitzel, saw the sights, loved what Europe was about,

But when young Kyle yelled “Hiel Hitler!”… it was time for us to get out.

Next stop: Virginia, where we made so many friends,

But if I don’t make it to heaven, it’ll be the Pentagon again.

My career winding down, what was next on the slate?

Better pack some sunscreen, we’re headed for the Sunshine State!

Raising two sweet boys, you’ll agree was the best,

Then one day we looked around; we were alone in an empty nest.

We’d traveled so much, should we stop and settle down?

Nah, let’s get an RV, become gypsies, and travel round and round!

They ask us, “Where you from?” An easy answer for most,

For us, not so simple, as we travel from coast to coast.

May I suggest a better question, a favor for this wordsmith,

Ask not where we’re from, but who we’re traveling with.

You see, the difference in our journey, as we travel far and wide,

Has been God at the center, and you, Jan, by my side.

What a journey it’s been, what an incredible, fulfilling life,

Three decades later, dear, and I’m so thankful you’re my wife.

Our love still fresh and growing, our marriage strong and sturdy,

We’re in this till our deaths, but for now, let’s celebrate thirty!

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Finding Peace in Repentance

“When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.”          – Psalm 32:3

The murder of Frank Wesley McAlister had remained unsolved for 25 years. That all changed in January of 2018. During a televised interview, Brian Keith Hawkins of Redding, California made a surprise confession: He had killed Frank McAlister in 1993, with the help of two accomplices. The trio planned to meet McAlister under the pretense of a meth transaction. Instead, they robbed him, stabbed him to death, and ditched his car.

After confessing, Hawkins finished a Pepsi and cigar and then turned himself into local authorities. He and his accomplices were arrested and remain in jail.

Brian Keith Hawkins

What causes a man to confess to a crime and turn himself in? In this case, the murderer provided an explanation:

“Horrible, horrible, absolutely horrible every day,” Hawkins said to describe his life since the murder. “Almost every minute of every day has been a nightmare.” According to Hawkins, his victim wasn’t the only one to lose his life that day.

“It’s kinda weird that Frank never even got to have a life and neither did I,” he said in an interview. “We were teenagers and now I’m 44 and still haven’t had a life, and now probably most likely won’t anyways.”

Hawkins said that he has been remorseful ever since the incident, but it was ultimately finding faith in God that led to his confession.

“I’ve been through hell my whole life because of this,” Hawkins explained. He said he knows that God has forgiven him, but that wasn’t enough. The wrong couldn’t be undone, but he could now do the right thing. So, he contacted the family to beg for forgiveness. He then turned himself in so that a judge and jury can decide his punishment.

Today’s passage is taken from a psalm of David. The note from the margin reads: When you have sin in your life and do nothing about it, there is no peace.

Campbell Morgan describes it as “a Psalm of penitence, but it is also the song of a ransomed soul rejoicing in the wonders of the grace of God. Sin is dealt with; sorrow is comforted; ignorance is instructed.” James Montgomery Boice adds, “This was Saint Augustine’s favorite psalm. Augustine had it inscribed on the wall next to his bed before he died in order to meditate on it better.”

I suspect Brian Keith Hawkins will spend the rest of his life behind bars. He has lost his freedom, the consequence of a 25-year-old crime. However, by finding God, turning himself in, confessing his sin, and asking for forgiveness, he will find mercy and peace.

#FaithInTheMargins

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But a Breath

“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath.”                                – Psalm 39:4-5

“But a Breath”

Oh, those days of youth, that childhood mine,

No watches, no schedules, no checking the time.

A meander, a frolic, afternoons stretch a mile,

Surely hours of play; no, ‘twas just a short while.

Seventh grade, eighth, still young and growing,

A clock on the wall, must I get going?

Still plenty of time, a deep reservoir of breath.

An endless horizon, so many years left.

Don the gown, toss the cap, then do so again,

A glance at my gal, is she more than a friend?

Time rushes on, a watch claims my wrist,

Bosses and pressures, “to do” headlines my list.

Tears flood my cheeks, loved ones laid to rest,

They warned life is short, once thought that was jest.

Happier moments too, our nest graced with a son,

Then another one joins him, yes, parents we’ve become.

But you never see the culprit, it all happens so fast,

Leave the pedal unguarded, time steps on the gas.

The thirties rush by, the forties even quicker,

I’d argue too fast, but I’m not one to bicker.

The nest soon empties, must be some kind of trick,

The clock simply smiles, and whispers… tick, tick, tick.

Still much left to do, “bucket” headlines my list,

Ample time remains, I defiantly pound my fist.

Oh, but time rushes on, the years start to show.

More wrinkles, more pounds, no longer a sprite beau.

The memories pile up, next to a regret or two,

The realization comes, our years here so few.

I get it now, friends, how fleeting my life,

Still blessed by a Savior, and a beautiful wife.

Won’t run out the clock, still much left to do,

A poem still to write, this message for you.

Cherish each moment, till your final date with death,

The psalmist was right, each man’s life, but a breath.

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That’s Our Pilot

An interview with Colonel Brad Johnson, Vietnam Veteran

Steve: “So, Dad, it started off as a routine mission?”

Brad: “As routine as a flying mission in a combat zone can be.”

Steve: “Late 1967?”

Brad: “Yes, not long before the Tet Offensive, which began in early ’68.”

Steve: “How did the day begin?”

Brad: “Pretty routinely. I was stationed in Saigon, piloting C-123 Providers. We hauled troops and cargo all around the country…wherever they needed to go to take the fight to the enemy. I don’t recall what our planned mission was, but we got an emergency call on the radio while in the air.”

Steve: “An audible.”

Brad: “That’s right. Emergency calls came on the Guard channel with the call sign “Hilda”. The Guard channel overrode all other frequencies.”

Steve: “So when you heard “Hilda,” you knew something had gone down or was about to go down?”

Brad: “Exactly. Our new mission was to change course and fly about 20 minutes to a remote, dirt airstrip, pick up 20-25 soldiers and transport them to another dirt airstrip near the front lines.”

T-38 Pilot Training

Steve: “Something you had done many times before.”

Brad: “More than a thousand times that year. But this mission would be different.”

Steve: “How so?”

Brad: “When we landed, we were supposed to stay in the cockpit, keep the engines running, pick up the soldiers, and depart. But as I was taxiing, I noticed two morale vehicles with Donut Dollies nearby.”

Steve: “Donut Dollies?”

Brad: “Six or seven Red Cross ladies serving coffee and cool-aid to the troops. So, I lowered the stairs and exited the plane.”

Steve: “You were the pilot and yet you exited the plane in a combat zone to get a cup of coffee and visit Donut Dollies?”

Brad: “It was good coffee.”

Donut Dollies in Action

Steve: “What happened next?”

Brad: “I spotted the shortest soldier of the bunch standing in line for coffee. He stood out because he had several rounds of ammunition draped over his shoulders. I walked over to him and asked, ‘Sergeant, how did the shortest guy in the company end up carrying all the ammunition?’ He replied, ‘Captain, I wasn’t this short when I started carrying it.’”

Brad: “I then had a quick cup of coffee, said hello to the Donut Dollies, and got back on the plane as the soldiers entered on the ramp in the rear.”

Steve: “And you were supposed to take them to another dirt landing strip closer to the front lines?”

Brad: “That’s right.”

Steve: “And that’s when the trouble started?”

Brad: “You could say that. About 10 minutes into the flight, sharp pain shot through my stomach causing me to double over. Something had shifted in my digestive track and it began to fill with air. The pressure on my bowels was intense and unsustainable. It was the kind of feeling you get when you’re about to experience the worst diarrhea you’ve ever had.”

Steve: “Guess that coffee wasn’t so good after all.”

Brad: “I don’t know if it was the coffee or something I had eaten back in Saigon that morning. But it was doing a number on me. I writhed in pain, which caused my co-pilot to get a little flustered.”

Steve: “So what’d you do?”

Brad: “I clenched my fists and sphincter and decided I was going to land that plane if it was the last thing I ever did.”

Steve: “The essence of bravery.”

Brad: “There weren’t a lot of options.”

Steve: “Were you able to land the plane?”

Brad: “With sweat pouring off my face and my colon bursting at the seams, I landed the plane on that short, dirt airstrip. The soldiers in the back began gathering their gear. I looked over at my co-pilot and told him I was about to literally explode. He replied, ‘Captain, go take care of it.’ Being this close to the front lines, we were supposed to drop off the troops and get out of there as quickly as possible. But I couldn’t afford to crap all over myself and the cockpit.”

Steve: “So you once again left the airplane.”

Brad: “Yep, we lowered the ramp for the soldiers to exit and lowered the stairs for me to exit.”

Steve: “But you’re essentially in the middle of a large dirt field?”

Brad: “Yes, but about 50 yards away, I spotted a small bush. It was one of the prickly ones common in Nam that you try to avoid. At this point, I figured I had about a 1 in 5 chance of being able to sprint to the bush to take care of business before the floodgates opened and my bowels emptied.”

Steve: “Bad odds.”

Brad: “Bad odds indeed…and a bad outcome. About 10 strides into my desperate sprint, I heard the terrifying sound of mortar.”

Steve: “Enemy fire?”

Brad: “No, my digestive dam had broken. I collapsed to my hands and knees as a thousand brown waterfalls exited my butt.”

Steve: “Oh my.”

Brad: “I struggled to my feet, but the aftershocks caused me to run in a zig-zag fashion toward the bush. With diarrhea cascading down the inside of my pant legs, I scrambled toward the bush, flush with embarrassment.”

Steve: “It’s a wonder you made colonel.”

Brad: “That’s the truth. Anyway, I finally made it to the little bush and positioned myself behind it. I looked up and spotted the soldiers beginning to exit the rear of my airplane. Huffing and puffing, I surveyed the damage, noting that my underwear and fatigue pants were completely soiled and would never be worn again…in Nam or any other war zone. The boots had sustained heavy collateral damage, but only on the exterior.”

Steve: “You were in Purple Heart territory.”

Brad: “Technically, no. The wounds were self-inflicted.”

C-123 Provider

Steve: “So what’d you do?”

Brad: “I stripped completely naked and tossed my soiled pants, socks, and underwear into the bush.”

Steve: “Where they remain today.”

Brad: “Probably. I then took off my fatigue shirt and t-shirt and used the t-shirt to wipe off my behind, legs, and boots. And then I tossed the t-shirt into the bush.”

Steve: “Leaving you with one shirt and a pair of boots.”

Brad: “And 50 yards back to the plane.”

Steve: “A plane with soldiers exiting out the back.”

Brad: “Exactly. I put my shirt and unlaced boots back on and began my second 50-yard sprint of the day, back toward the plane.”

Steve: “Naked from the waist down.”

Brad: “That’s right. I learned later from our loadmaster that one of the soldiers exiting the plane spotted me running across the dirt field and asked his buddy, ‘Who’s that?’…to which his buddy replied, ‘That’s our pilot.”

Steve: “But at least you made it back to the plane.”

Brad: “I did, although my co-pilot told me I stunk to high heavens. Once again, going against standard procedure, we lowered the windows for our departure and 20-minute flight back to Saigon.”

Steve: “So you piloted the plane naked from the waist down.”

Brad: “Well, I had boots on.”

Steve: “That makes me feel better.”

Brad: “We landed in Saigon and my co-pilot hollered out the window for one of the maintenance guys to loan me a poncho. I wrapped the poncho around my lower half, exited the plane, and headed toward Base Ops. The guys at Base Ops asked why I was wearing a poncho skirt. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them.”

Steve: “It’s not an easy thing to share. So, what happened next?”

Brad: “Wearing nothing but a shirt, poncho skirt, and unlaced boots, I got on my motorcycle and drove off-base to where I lived…the House of Joy, as we called it.”

Steve: “Joy?”

Brad: “Stood for Just One Year.”

Steve: “Did you ever replace the maintenance guy’s poncho?”

Brad: “No, but I plan to.”

Steve: “You’re the best dad ever.”

Brad: “It was an honor to serve.”

GOB & FOB, after the war

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Be a Lion

“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”                                                                                                              – 2 Timothy 1:7

 Several years ago, I had the opportunity to teach a Leadership class at Foundation Christian Academy in Valrico, Florida. In addition to discussing leadership principles and completing service projects and classroom exercises, we invited various guest speakers to visit and offer words of advice to our students.

One such visitor was Rex Dutton, long-time preacher for the Bell Shoals Church of Christ in Brandon, Florida. Rex spoke to us about life, leadership and careers. He challenged us not to settle for mediocrity, but to strive to make a difference in the world. The students listened intently, and I furiously scribbled notes from the back of the room. I later transferred those notes to the back page of my Bible.

While recently working on a writing project, I came across those notes. They are as relevant today as they were several years ago. As we prepare to embark on a New Year and the fresh start that it brings, perhaps we can find a word or two of wisdom to encourage and challenge us to make 2018 our best year yet.           

  1. Do something you’d do for free—believe in it.
  2. Keep up with your successes—there will be offsets.
  3. What you end up doing may be different than what you planned to do.
  4. Don’t be dull and boring at what you do.
  5. Have a compelling story—how God called you and is using you.
  6. As a leader, don’t be timid. Be a lion, not afraid and confused. (2 Timothy 1:7)
  7. Prepare yourself—know the subject. “No one in this room knows more about the subject than me.”
  8. Expect criticism and handle it.
  9. Speak boldly, raise your voice. Even when you don’t always feel brave, at least sound brave. (2 Timothy 2:1, 4:1-2)
  10. If you are creative and work hard, you can make good money.
  11. Focus…really focus. What is the most important thing I do? What is the cause within me? What am I really doing this for?
  12. Live humbly, but pursue excellence. If your name is on the project or presentation, people should expect it to be good.
  13. Find someone, early on, to rip you apart—seek honest criticism.
  14. Don’t just be in the herd. Anybody can read a book, but can you write one?
  15. Be original—you’re only a leader if someone else wants your name on their shirt. (2 Timothy 3:10)
  16. Don’t be superficial—it won’t work in front of a real lion.
  17. Do an inventory of your attitudes. (Matthew 5) How do I measure up?
  18. Do an inventory of your virtues. (2 Peter 1:5-9) How can I improve?
  19. Do an inventory of your fruit. (Galatians 5:22-25) How can I become more like Christ?
  20. Refresh, encourage, and inspire people. (2 Timothy 1:16)

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Merry Christmas 2017!

Johnson Family Newsletter

Volume XXX

504 Richard St, Union SC 29379

If you write annual Christmas letters long enough, you eventually arrive at the “XXX” edition! No worries though. There will be no seductive pictures of Steve’s colonoscopy scans or the two of us in our matching Elf leggings, passionately smooching under the mistletoe. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!) Instead, you’ll have to settle for our 30th consecutive holiday missive…a recap of two adventurers living in a 300-square-foot house on wheels.

Grandpa in his ’55 Olds

The first big event of 2017 was the 80th birthday celebration for Steve’s dad, aka Grandpa. Grandpa’s year was highlighted by finding love again and marrying Gail, who we happily welcomed into the family. He also is courageously battling cancer which, to date, has been kept under control. He appreciates prayers but tells us not to worry about him because, “I’ve had a great life…made it to 80, which is longer than anyone in my family has. I’m not going to start complaining now.” There is peace in knowing your future is secure.

Finding love in San Diego

We returned to Tucson, AZ and our RV in mid-January, where Steve, aka Fob, with Janet’s superb editorial assistance, published his first novel, which chronicles his 2016 thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. Many reading this letter have supported and encouraged Steve’s fledgling writing career, and for that he is grateful. When we weren’t stalking extraneous commas and dangling participles in the Arizona desert, we volunteered with the Tucson Food Bank…where we learned about food bag assembly lines, harvesting broccoli and chard, and building and maintaining earthworm farms. Steve found cultivating earthworms to be remarkably similar to his Pentagon tour.

Yosemite!

In March, we pointed the RV west and then north on an ambitious Wild, Wild West Tour. Over the next 6 months and 8,000 miles, we…

  • Volunteered, as Sojourners, at…
    • Yosemite Bible Camp, CA – tended to the mother of all burn piles at a camp heavily damaged by floods & fallen trees
    • Delano Bay Christian Camp, WA – prettiest spot on the Sojourning circuit; during play time, Steve learned to harvest giant clam-like gooey duck nostrils with a shovel
    • Yellowstone Bible Camp, MT – returned to the beautiful mountain camp we had visited 25 years ago, where Robert Redford once filmed A River Runs Through It
    • Rupert Church of Christ, ID – painting & VBS & more painting & more VBS
    • Mountain States Children’s Home, CO – home to some of the coolest kids and staff on the planet. Steve was invited to make his first Lessons Learned on the AT presentation, and has since shared versions of it at churches, schools, and civic organizations around the country.
Lil Jan, Big Paint Job…Rupert, ID
  • Hiked and were inspired at 15 national parks…
    • Joshua Tree – named for its trees (plants), but it’s more about rock climbing
    • Yosemite – stunning! Our favorite overall national park!
    • Sequoia, Kings Canyon, & Redwood – you have to see the trees to believe them
    • Crater Lake – 2nd only to Yosemite in its beauty, especially with 12’ snowfall banks framing the rim
    • Olympic – incredible variety, including a rainforest
    • Yellowstone – 2nd favorite park and the best for wildlife and geothermal activity
    • Grand Teton – visited on an overcast day, but did see a mother Grizzly + 2 cubs
    • Zion – features the Narrows…best national park hike we’ve done and one of the best canyon hikes in the world; also featured a visit from relatives Dana & Cody
    • Arches – turns out the park is not named after parts of the foot formed by the tarsal and metatarsal bones
    • Capitol Reef – go for the history and 100-mile-long Waterpocket Fold; stay for the warm, homemade pie at the Gifford Homestead
    • Bryce Canyon – went to the hoodoo-filled amphitheater & sang Bryce, Bryce Baby
    • Canyonlands – teared up at the spot where Thelma & Louise plunged to their deaths
    • Rocky Mountain – John Denver got it right
Crater Lake Lovers
  • Explored several cities…
    • San Diego – easily our favorite CA city. Nearby La Jolla, with its magnificent shoreline and hundreds of seals, belongs on everyone’s bucket list.
    • Los Angeles – not fans. Horrendous traffic, smog, over-crowding, the Lakers, etc. We did enjoy attending the filming of America’s Got Talent…and the behind-the-scenes look at movie-making on the Warner Brothers Studio Tour.
    • San Francisco – featured Steve’s favorite West Coast city attraction…Alcatraz Island!
    • Portland – every city should have a Powell’s used book store
    • Astoria, OR – Da Goonies met Da Johnsons
    • Seattle – did we watch them toss salmon at Pike Place Market; ascend The Needle; and visit the first Starbucks? Of course, we did!
    • Hill AFB, UT – a great military RV campground to finish Fob’s Vol 2, so we did
    • USAF Academy, CO – another great military campground, where we watched the eclipse

In September, we traveled to hurricane-ravaged Beaumont, TX, for a week of relief work with the Church of Christ Disaster Response team. If you ever think you’ve got it bad, spend some time with people whose every last physical possession was under water. With God’s help, they and others affected by the ’17 storms will get back on their feet.

What 8′ of water does to a bedroom

In October, we finally sold our Virginia house and happily relinquished the landlord title we’d held for 9 years. We also returned to Marshall, TX for our annual Sojourner workshop, where we caught up with “old” friends and made an appearance (along with our RV) in a few Sojourner promotional videos…viewable at sojourning.org or on Facebook at “Sojourners Evangelism.” We then traveled around the Southeast visiting friends and family we hadn’t seen in a while.

Johnsons on the AT near Delaware Water Gap

In November, we gathered with our sons and their wives for a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend in Pennsylvania’s Pocono mountains. Despite arranging them private rooms, there are still no grandbabies to announce. We are excited that Jason & Rachel will be moving to Winston-Salem NC in January where he’ll begin his second year of residency in Prosthetics & Orthotics. Meanwhile, Kyle continues his ministry work with the Lafayette church near STL as he and Laci both work to finish their graduate degrees and raise Pita (a precocious Bichon Frise with her own Instagram account).

Thankful for our daughters!
And our sons!

This holiday season, we’re thankful for family and friends around the country. We’re thankful for our little home on wheels. It forced us to downsize and simplify, and that has opened up opportunities around the country to travel, serve, meet incredible people, and write a few books. Mostly, we’re grateful to God for sending Jesus, a gift that keeps on giving. Merry Christmas!

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Treating Women: A Primer

Another day, another headline, the news again sullied,

Harassment, disrespect, a woman was bullied.

 

Allegations, denials, the charges span years,

From intimidation and rape, to a pat on the rear.

 

More than incidental, I fear something that’s chronic,

Power plus disrespect, lead to actions demonic.

 

From media to politics, to sports and entertainment,

Each time I shake my head, ashamed to be a gent,

 

From Clinton and Trump, to Affleck and Lauer,

From Cosby to Weinstein, Tis the reckoning hour.

 

Add Conyers and Franken, and Moore, I’m afraid,

Plus Hoffman and Spacey, and Louis C.K.

 

These, just the famous, the ones in the news,

You’ll find them also in classrooms, and boardrooms, and pews.

 

Let justice prevail, through the facts we must sort,

Each victim and accused, deserves their day in court.

 

In the meantime, a solution, for this group we call male,

There is guidance out there, if we’ll only avail,

 

“Honor your wives,” how hard can that be?

You’ll find it right there, in 1 Peter, chapter 3.

 

“Love your wife as yourself,” as long as you’re alive,

It’s not rocket science, it’s Ephesians, chapter 5.

 

But it’s more than that, per Romans 12, verse 10,

“Honor one another,” did you hear that, you men?

 

“Show proper respect to everyone,” says 1 Peter 2,

That includes mothers and daughters, and actresses too.

 

Permit me one more, Hebrews 13, verse 4,

“Keep the marriage bed pure,” your wife and no more.

 

Forgive my intrusion, my stating the obvious,

But some have forgotten, perhaps some in this audience.

 

Treat her well, open doors, such an easy, simple task,

Show respect, have some class, is this too much to ask?

 

For the women who have suffered, the #metoo crowd,

I hope men step up their games, and live lives that make you proud.

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Dear God, Are You There?

Dear God, are you there? Can you hear our plea?

We’re in a bit of a bind, Lord, I hope you’ll agree.

Our numbers are down some, we’ve struggled of late,

Our church baptistry is leaking, our classrooms need paint.

The weeds have taken over, the screen doors won’t shut,

We need a pantry built, and our lawn, it needs cut.

The gutters are full, Lord, and there’s more on the list,

Oh God, if you’re listening , we need an assist!

I see you have issues, I know you’re in a bind,

I’ve heard your prayers, and have a solution in mind.

They’ll arrive by RV, and fill your parking lot,

They are wrinkled and grey, spring chickens they’re not.

But they’ll fix those screen doors, and work your list with their might,

In between card games, they’ll paint everything in sight.

They travel with purpose, and that purpose is you,

They’ll be carrying toolkits, and a love for God too.

Dear God, are you there? Are you listening to me?

Our backs are against the wall, I hope you’ll agree.

Our VBS is scheduled, but there’s so much to do,

We need Bible class teachers, and crafts, and snacks too.

Our neighbors need inviting, Lord, our workers are few,

Doors need knocking, children need to learn of you,

We need drama scripts written, and some people to act,

Oh, God, please send help, so the pews we can pack!

I’ve heard your pleas, your persistence will pay,

The solution is unfolding, yes, help is on the way.

Just give them 50 amps, and some snacks on a plate,

Your VBS will happen, in fact, it’ll be great!

As God of creation, I hear and answer prayer,

I gave you my Son, I really do care.

I sometimes send manna, or a preacher I’ll commission,

But for the really tough tasks, I use the Sojourner mission.

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Not All Who Wander Are Lost