My grandfather was a real pioneer. Along with his father and brothers, he moved out to the plains of west-central Saskatchewan in 1905. They took the train to Coleville, then loaded everything they owned in a horse-drawn wagon and rumbled another 40 odd miles out across the empty prairie grasslands until they reached their legal homestead.
Christmas is such a riot of frenzied planning, organizing, and agonizing! And for all it’s craziness it really is a very special event for almost everyone. Even those of other faiths tend to get swept along in it’s vortex.
One of the clearest, simplest statements about leadership that I’ve ever heard is from Dr George Hill: “People don’t follow a vision – they follow a credible leader with a vision.”
If there was a way to compile the statistics I would be willing to bet that most of the stuff that actually gets accomplished in this world probably happens on Plan B – not Plan A.
Last night the sky was awesome. A phosphorescent slip of a moon blazed, luminous in the night sky. And in a rare appearance three planets: Mars, Venus, and Saturn all gleamed brightly. It was incredible.
The early morning silence of the fog-shrouded coastline was broken by a shout and the rhythmic sound of oarlocks. The keel of a rowboat ground into the gravel and boots scuffled on the rocks as the sailors debarked.