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For those who read this blog more than just mere snacking, you know that I work in a high school as a guidance counselor. My profession is typically viewed as a hero or goat. 4 out of 5 people say little good about their high school guidance counselor. About 1 in 5 do. My colleagues and I are working to change the odds in our little corner of the world. I think we are making a difference in the positive direction. It is a game of inches and not miles. Everyone wants to be freaking great...to be known on the TV, social media, or movies. Maybe the radio if you are a retro right-winger. EGO. No one wants to be great with the people they interact daily with, to have a high degree of respect accorded to oneself by others's based on one's attitude and behavior. Day in and day out, not just giving it up for a check but because it is just the right thing to do. Leave it on the field, bleed, sweat, and suffer. Don't dodge the pain but embrace it and drain it of its evil and sp

Isaiah 44:3 Sing, O ye heavens, for Jehovah hath done it; shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein: for Jehovah hath redeemed Jacob, and will glorify himself in Israel. Saturday night I had the joy of being brought into a musical experience that was transcendent. Transcendent in a couple of ways. There was a distinctive presence of the holy (vertical) as well cross-cultural (horizontal). The band Aradhna was in Lancaster. Their music is a fusion of Eastern and Western. Most of us in the West, if we have an awareness of South Asian music (India, Nepal), it is typically through George Harrison and the Beatles, but it is only a smattering. We might overhear sitar songs while at the nearby Indian restaurant. To get myself in the mood, I dined at Tulsi, and Indian food establishment, up the road from the venue and got stoked on some Chicken Marsala. The place seems to be getting better, which is great. I was not

I had a very fascinating dream last Friday. There was a Lion in a room trying to escape. The Lion was more dangerous if he got out rather than staying in the room with me and others. I spent most of the dream trying to close off places where he could get out. We were in a tent of sorts but in the shape of a room. The imagination is much like a lion. It needs to roam at night in our dreams. A caged lion is a broken lion.  I drank a cup of coffee earlier that evening and I think this created the control vibe rather than letting the Lion go free. You'd think that I would be more scared of a Lion in a room with me rather than one escaped. I have not quite figured out what was going on.  Like Aslan the Lion, our dreams may not be safe but in God they are good. God does nothing and creates nothing without a purpose. Our dreams serve some greater goal. C.S. Lewis writes in the Chronicles of Narnia about Aslan: He'll be coming and going" he had said. "One day you&