Tastings

A Tasting

from Laughter Near the Edge of Heaven

The Journey Begins

And the day God breathed upon your still life,
stirring into being the green leaf and the flower,
bud upon the branch and light upon your soul.

Here you felt the earth’s air
on your petals and your leaves,
and squinted into sunlight,
gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand
gently turning soil and soul,
and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.

Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning,
heaven of fragrance.
What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?

Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God.
Sometimes it is like
the sound of running laughter.


A Tasting

from Getting Amazing Things Done

To Win Their Hearts

What makes a leader someone others will follow? What something is it that real leaders have that makes them the kind of person others are drawn to, that others will follow even when the going becomes difficult, or the road is nearly impossible?

I had the unique privilege of traveling the world for ten years conducting classes and workshops for project managers and leaders. My passion was to give them the ability to lead others well. I wove into my talks and presentations the things I have learned in my life. To illustrate how we lead others to achieve incredible results, I drew from my real-world experiences. Both as owner of a software development consulting company and working for one of the largest consulting companies in the world, I saw teams achieve what others thought impossible. Many of my stories centered around my role as an executive project manager for IBM deployed to lead troubled, failing projects back to life, delivering success to both IBM and client.

Management approaches (think project management or quality disciplines as examples) are organized and systematic, and these do position organizations for success. But organization and systematic disciplines are not what bring the success. Some managers are very organized and systematic, yet their efforts fail, while others are not very structured, yet they succeed. Why? The key is the leader. The leader determines success or failure. It is not the bits and pieces of a management approach or discipline. So, the question is – what is it in the leader that brings the win?

I used to challenge the people in my classes, “Why should they follow you?” I would ask them, “What makes you so special?” Each of us needs to understand what we bring to the mix and, more importantly, what we lack. Here is a simple litmus test. Have you created an atmosphere that draws others to want to join the magic of your team or to escape from your group? Leaders nurture an atmosphere in which teams thrive and grow, where each person is valued more deeply than the current effort. It is never one person that delivers amazing results. It is the team working in a healthy environment.

So, what do real leaders bring? What qualities are necessary? For me there are only three essential attributes that a successful leader must have.

Speak Truth – A leader must always speak true things. A leader must always speak honestly. He or she must do this even to their own hurt if necessary. Speaking truth is critical to building the trust of those we work with. When others know that we will always be truthful, regardless of the outcome or blowback, they know they can trust us wholly, they can rely on us even under pressure. Leaders begin to build trust by speaking truthfully even in small matters. As I have spoken honestly to clients and teams during hard situations, they have been thankful for an honest word in difficult times. Leaders are living examples of truth-telling, and in this climate, trust grows.

Focus on Mission – A leader must keep his or her people focused on the mission. Does the effort evolve over time? Probably. And when it does, any change must be shepherded carefully so as not to grow exponentially out of control. In this the leader must use great care to keep their people focused on the objective. The leader provides the stabilizing voice. When the team remains focused on the goal, their work organically churns toward the completed objective, obstacles are navigated, and a sense of community develops among those focused on common purpose.

Truly Care – A leader must truly care about the people he or she works with. We often overlook this, but it is the most critical of all. If as leaders we simply issue directives and guidelines and expect others to jump on the train, we have missed our primary responsibility as leaders. Our true calling is to inspire: to inspire trust, to inspire to the mission, and to inspire others to accomplish great things. If we are engaged in anything less, we are not walking as leaders. Leaders listen and act on behalf of their people. And because we are committed to our people, they will work through impossible scenarios and accomplish incredible things. Our people meet the expectations we set for them. If we expect mediocrity, this is what we receive. If we expect wonderful, this is what our people give us. It is a profound joy to be part of a team exceeding expectations and wowing us with their achievements. They accomplish impossible things because we believe they can. I have seen this over and over with situations that seemed unredeemable and completely undoable. Teams will accomplish what is not possible. Believe for the impossible and your people will accomplish the most amazing things.

I have shared about speaking truth, focusing on the mission, and caring for our people. In the end it is up to us as leaders to win the hearts of those we are charged to lead. We do this through our words and our actions. Talking with them and getting to know them. Not just how they are contributing to the current situation, but about them as individuals, their own interests and passions. When we intentionally invest in our people and share about things important to each of us, we are touching something deeper than just the current effort. We touch the heart. Here is where real leaders live. We demonstrate that the current struggles are only part of a much larger fabric of relationships that runs deeper than any current difficulty. In this atmosphere people will rise to any challenge and overcome it. And they do this because we have shown that we are committed to them and deeply care about them as people. We have won their hearts.

As leaders we must be authentic. We must speak truth, stay focused on the mission, and truly care about our people. This is how groups of people working together accomplish amazing, startling, wonderful things.


A Tasting

from Laughter Near the Edge of Heaven

Casually Discarded Extravagance

When we say that God is faithful, we are saying one of the deeply true things of this world. The next time we think of this or speak these words, we need to linger over the words and let them sink into our hearts as certain, healing balm. God honors His promises – without fail. God honors His Word – always. Today I read:

Not one word of all the good promises that the Lord had made to the house of Israel had failed; all came to pass. [Joshua 21:45]

It is from His faithfulness that I awoke today. And it is from His faithfulness that I run. Our lives are lived and our goals are pursued based in His faithfulness. There is hope.

I went out yesterday to run in Parque Ibirapuera in Sao Paulo, Brazil. It was a sunny, beautiful Sunday. I began from my hotel just before 11am. After less than a mile of sidewalks I moved into the park. The temperature was 80.6F (27C), and I was loving the day. Lately I’ve been fighting a cold and fatigue, so I was curious to see how far I was good for. After a few circuits, I had rolled over eight miles, and figured by the time I made the return, I would have logged nine. OK, time to go back. This was a good decision. By the time I got back, I was totally flat-lined. Later from my Garmin, I saw that over my 9-mile run, I had ascended 2590 feet and descended 2196 in one hour, 54 minutes. Taking into account a little slope here and there, running in the park is pretty flat. So, I concluded that the up and down of my run occurred on my coming and going. This makes sense. From the hotel there is a little climbing and a whole lot of going downhill – kind of breezy, really. By contrast, getting back to the hotel is a little going down and a whole bunch of going uphill – not breezy, not at all, only focus and determination. I’m guessing that most of 2000 feet of climbing occurred in the final mile or two.

On my run, I was making an observation. As I would loop along through the trails and pathways, I’d pass many flowering shrubs and trees. This is not uncommon in this part of the world. With each shrub or tree in flower, there were a plethora of fallen blossoms on the ground around the base of the plant or tree. Without number they lay there, some still pulsing color even though trodden under foot by countless passersby. They seemed to me like a casually discarded extravagance from the One who has created them. Of course, as with all things in this world, there is nothing “casually discarded” with the Lord. Everything is purposed to His glory and praise. As I thought about this, they reminded me of giving flowers to my wife. There is a cost. And in this cost is the expression of an extravagance. Love makes me want to be extravagant. Sure, the flowers will fade and wilt. But the expression of my love is expressed through this extravagance. I think God is like this. He shows His extravagant love for us in many, many ways. Sometimes He discards a thousand, thousand colorful blossoms on the trails in Sao Paulo. And at another time He gave something of infinite, infinite value – His only Son. I love His extravagance, and I love His faithfulness as I run hard and run true. Did you see the scattered flowers, His casually discarded extravagance, back on the trail? Look again. God is raining down His glory just for you.


A Tasting

from A Curious Light

A Curious Light

You have been there on such an afternoon,

yes, you have been somewhere but it does not matter where,

    perhaps walking, 

yes, you were walking in a curious light,

    do you remember how it was?

A pending almost storm with clouds and overcast,

and the air not dim or dark as a storm should be but warm

    in a shimmer golden haze of light,

of held breath waiting in the magic of it for who knows what,

of waiting beneath the clouds hanging anxious there

    radiant in such hovering yellowed air,

you with your nervous expectation wonder at the strangeness of it all,

your dreams dangling dark as storm clouds ought to be,

and the threat of things unknown for who can know?

A curious light that afternoon suspended like it was,

like a coming storm held in half light, yet warm or almost warm,

    and otherworldly, yes, you felt it,

felt the altogether other place, so ethereal a light now come, quivering

on the edge of some imagined misfortune perhaps,

    but much too much a calming and a welcome

to be a frightening for it was a tender calling that invited you now

into its glow and mystery, for it was a mystery if it was anything,

and you were having all of it for it was so very good,

    oh, do you remember how it was?

Yes, you were walking in a magical space or time that afternoon,

a curious light of some healing splendor giving of its fullness

    yet held pensive expectant on the edge of your open eyes,

of knowing what ought to be known,

    yes, you were held.

30 September 2023

Henry’s Substack Essays – A Curious Light


A Tasting

Twists, Climbs, Rocks, and Roots

Friday evening, I was lying in a roadside motel not too far from my Saturday morning race location. I was listening to the thunder crack, watching the lightning flash at the edges of the curtains, and feeling the wild shaking of the storm as the wind roared down on central Wisconsin. What would race morning bring? Some few short hours later, I knew – drizzle. It was 5:30 am and I was preparing for my first 50K trail race – the Chippewa Moraine 50K Ultra Marathon. Having identified the exact race location the previous evening, I checked in at the race about 6:30am and waited for our 8am start. I spent the time observing the other runners as they readied themselves. From what I could see, many were seasoned veterans with a handful of ultra-trail newbies like me mixed in. The drizzle was replaced by just an overcast sky. Hmm, that could work. As we prepared to go, the race director told us the course was in excellent condition.

Over the next 31 miles I developed an appreciation of what “excellent” means. Just to help you out here, it means that trails will be trails, and they will have rocks and roots and mud and muck and brush and timber and – yes – breathtaking views and picturesque trails and the rich odor of the woodland and sound of birds and other wildlife and a thousand other things that cannot be described in words because they touch our souls and lift us right up close to God if we let them. This is trail running.

Our race director shook a cow bell and we were off, the whole bunch of us numbering around 150, down a hill, out and away from the Chippewa Moraine Interpretive Center on the Ice Age Trail. I was feeling good and was so glad to just be moving along. It only took us a brief dash over a meadow before we dropped down into the forest and onto the Ice Age Trail. What an amazing place. My watch says that over the 50K course I ascended 6862 feet and descended 6876, with an overall finish time of 6:41 hours, averaging a pace of 14:38 per mile. I felt good about my results, especially considering that about five of us had made the midpoint turnaround and were on our way back when suddenly there was a general feeling of, “We have never been here before….” We were lost. A few moments later about five more runners joined us, having made the same wrong turn. We wandered around for 20 minutes, trying to imagine where to go, until we realized that we just needed to retrace our steps to find the error. Moments later we were off and cruising down the right trail.

This was a grueling run for me. I have never booked that much up and down in a single run, and I have never run that far. I ended up about two-thirds of the way back in the pack of finishers. But I’m very happy with this result. In simple terms – I finished the race. But there is so much more to the story. I got my trail rhythm at about Mile five or so and began to settle in to the steady flow of twists and climbs and drops and rocks and roots. We traversed the marshy areas on boardwalks and caught glimpses of each other here and there as we moved through the trees and brush. During the race, I had my tunes along. I would listen for a while and then turn them off, choosing instead to soak up more of the forest atmosphere: the sights and smells and feel of this wild enduring place, this vibrant heavenly canvas.

I was over three miles short of the turnaround when the lead runners overlapped us heading back for the finish. They were at least six miles ahead of me! Surprisingly, this did not frustrate or bother me. I had just been thinking about my running and God and had been appreciating how He did not call me to be fast, but that He called me to be faithful. “Just stay the course,” I told myself. Over time, however, the distance and growing fatigue in my legs, and slamming of my toes in my shoes after mile 23 as I descended anything, did push me to new and exciting limits with the Lord. I felt I could echo David’s heart:

If the Lord had not been my help,
my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.
When I thought, “My foot slips,”
your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
When the cares of my heart are many,
your consolations cheer my soul. [Psalms 94:17-19]

So, for me this was another indelibly rich experience of holding onto God with my fragile faith, in situations that are so much bigger than me. And, oh yes, I found Him absolutely faithful, my Shepherd and my King.

Along the way, the other runners were encouraging and wonderful, and the numerous volunteers were all heart and help. In the last five miles I queued up my older son’s music to take me into the finish. I love his music. It helps me when I’m struggling. As the finish area came into view some distance off, I broke into tears; so much joy. My Lord had again carried me to the end; He had taken me along another course in my journeys to know Him better and deeper and to reach higher for Him. He had helped me stay the course, my glorious, steadfast Lord. And now the race is over, but the trail goes on. I’ll be on it. I hope you’ll come along. There is so much to see, so much to experience. Sure, there will be hills up ahead. We can climb them together. Sure, there will be rocks and roots and numerous things to trip us up. We’ll run them together. Let’s run hard and true as we pursue Him -the greatest treasure in all the world. It’s just down this trail.