Of Trump, Carson, Clinton, Fruit and C.T. Studd
Looking around the events of the day, I’m provoked to thought on a variety of fronts. Before I dive in, let me ask, where are you provoked?
- The Benghazi hearings are done. What did they prove? Did we get to the truth? I’m afraid today that truth is such a hard commodity and it’s being lost amidst all the political pandering.
- In that vein, that’s why Donald Trump continues to hold steady in the polls. Donald Trump is not afraid to be blunt, abrasive, and call people out. The American people are tired of listening to politicians and walking away wondering what in the world they stand for.
- Hillary Clinton. There’s a lot of things that could be said. But here’s a question for you: if you had to pick a presidential candidate based upon your willingness and desire to have a cup of coffee with them and share life, who would that candidate be? Share your thoughts with me.
- The Kansas City Royals are heading back to the World Series again. How can a franchise that struggled for so long be so good right now? It’s easy to look at the performance on the field but easy to forget the performance in the back office and the power of culture. Hats off to Dayton Moore.
- You can’t manufacture fruit. Think about it. There’s no process by which you can make an apple, pear, raspberry, etc. You can’t force it. You till, plant, cultivate, water and fertilize, but fruit is a result. In John 15, Jesus said fruit is the result of staying connected to the vine.
- Some people ask me if I’m optimistic for where this country is at. It’s easy to look at so many of the things going on around us and arrive at negative conclusions. But I’m still moved by noble acts of compassion. As long as we see beauty, we’ll be moved to joy and no darkness can overcome.
- Ben Carson. Could there be a more improbable presidential candidate? Quiet. Humble. Learned through struggle. Compassionate. Yet truth-speaking. What a contrast to so much of the political debate today.
- And finally, C.T. Studd. He was a famous cricket player in England. When his brother was stricken with a serious illness, C.T. was confronted by the question: “what is the fame and flattery worth…when a man comes to face eternity?” C.T. would go on to write a famous poem, quoted so often that many forget its origins:
Only one life, ‘twill soon be past Only what’s done for Christ will last.