Everyday the line between sacred and secular becomes increasingly blurred.
I am that line. I am that blurry.
I like to think that I practice leadership like a doctor practices medicine; it’s always evolving. Charlotte, NC is the hometown. I read a lot and about anything, from travel blogs to textbooks. My love languages include finger foods, coffee and you taking the time to read this. I completed a master’s degree in counseling last year and admit that it was about me the whole time. I have the most imperfect and lovable family and friends on this entire planet. I am because of them.
Walking down the street, Jesus saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked, “Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?” Jesus said, “You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do. We need to be energetically at work for the One who sent me here, working while the sun shines. When night falls, the workday is over. For as long as I am in the world, there is plenty of light. I am the world’s Light.” He said this and then spit in the dust, made a clay paste with the saliva, rubbed the paste on the blind man’s eyes, and said, “Go, wash at the Pool of Siloam” (Siloam means “Sent”). The man went and washed—and saw.
John 9:1-7 (The Message)