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Sometimes The Answer Is No

I like saying yes.
Perhaps that is because I am a pleaser at heart.
I also tend to root for the underdog in most situations.
I think that is why I am still a #mariners fan.

Today I have been hiking through the rural farming district of Tororo Uganda. My purpose here is to locate and assess potential water springs that my organization #planetchanger might protect in order to provide clean water for communities who have none.

My heart and soul long to say yes to every community I visit. As I hike down to the watering hole, women and children are scooping murky water and pouring it into a smattering of jerry-cans that lie around that they will then lug a great distance to their huts and homes.

When they see us arrive, their eyes light up with hope. Perhaps fewer babies will die, maybe fewer community members will get cholera or some of the sickness if we work with them to protect the spring and provide clean water.

I like saying yes.
But, sometimes, I have to say no.

Today, we were climbing down a bouldery hill into an area where people were collecting their water from a dirty spring, but that was all they had access to.

The hike was long and hot, the trail was small and awkward, and the spring site was really large. This would be a hard project for us to complete.

On the way to the spring, I passed by a series of graves. This one gave me a gut punch:

I “really” wanted to say yes to this project. No momma should have to lose a 1 one-year-old baby because of water sickness.

After the assessment was finished, it was clear that this water site would be too large for us to do. The cost would be huge, about 10 times the cost of a normal water project. The road needed to access the water spring was so bad that we could not get the bricks (hard-cores) and materials needed anywhere close to where they needed to be. When you operate on a small budget, sometimes you have to say no.

So, the answer to this one was no.

And that hurt my soul.

I paused as I walked back past the graves. Most of the people buried there we 36-42 years old. Also too young to die. I looked again at the grave of the one-year-old and said, “I’m sorry.”

I argue with God a lot in moments like this.

I wish I had been born into a family with millions, or, I figure God could at least throw me a PowerBall win so I could say yes to more projects that inspire hope and create healthy thriving communities. But I wasn’t, and the PowerBall hasn’t hit for me.

While visiting a potential water project site a young man named John Richard Omsungu said,

“You see our conditions in Africa. We are surviving on God’s nature (natural water supply). We need spring protection for clean water. Please, will you help us with getting clean water? 

While my NGO Planet Changer is small, and although we operate on a small budget, we have accomplished some amazing things that truly humble me.

Since 2011, we have protected approximately 50 springs in rural Uganda, bringing clean water to tens-of-thousands. Communities that are now healthier and have hope. Communities that have come together to help build their water system with our National staff creating sustainable solutions that they are proud of and helped create. That continues to inspire me.

So, I like to say yes.

Today I had to say no to some potential projects.

But, I also said yes to the next round of water systems that we will able to accomplish together with the people who will benefit from their creation.

Thank you for helping me say yes to as many opportunities as possible when you invest in what we do at

Today I heard “thank you-thank you-thank you” from many men and women who we have partnered with to bring clean water to their communities. I tend to find myself saying the same words back to them back in these moments. “Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life. We are all one no matter where we are from, and at Planet Changer we know that #waterislife.

Together we are Inspiriting hope!

Help Me To Believe In Beginings

Have you ever been unable to pray what you need to pray? I know I have. Chaotic times often perplex us and leave us wordless or prayer-less, right when we need them most!

I have a number of books of prayers, meditations, and poems to ruminate through in those and other life moments. Today I was praying through a great collection of prayers written by Ted Loder. Ted is a spiritual poet, wordsmith, thinker, and writer that I read often and appreciate greatly. He has an uncanny knack at painting verbal poetry that hits the spot. One of my favorite collection of prayers written by Ted is called: Guerillas of Grace.

Today, In Guerilla’s of Grace, I prayed through one titled: Help Me To Believe In Beginnings

Take a moment and breathe through this prayer, it might be just what your soul needs…





God of history and of my heart,
so much has happened to me during these whirlwind days:
I’ve known death and birth;
I’ve been brave and scared;
I’ve hurt, I’ve helped;
I’ve been honest, I’ve lied;
I’ve destroyed, I’ve created;
I’ve been with people, I’ve been lonely;
I’ve been loyal, I’ve betrayed;
I’ve decided, I’ve waffled;
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.
You know my frail heart and my frayed history –
and now another day begins.

O God, help me to believe in beginnings
and in my beginning again,
no matter how often I’ve failed before.

Help me to make beginnings:
to begin going out of my weary mind
into fresh dreams,
daring to make my own bold tracks
in the land of now;
to begin forgiving
that I may experience mercy;
to begin questioning the unquestionable
that I may know truth
to begin disciplining
that I may create beauty;
to begin sacrificing
that I may make peace;
to begin loving
that I may realize joy.

Help me to be a beginning to others,
to be a singer to the songless,
a storyteller to the aimless,
a befriender of the friendless;
to become a beginning of hope for the despairing,
of assurance for the doubting,
of reconciliation for the divided;
to become a beginning of freedom for the oppressed,
of comfort for the sorrowing,
of friendship for the forgotten;
to become a beginning of beauty for the forlorn,
of sweetness for the soured,
of gentleness for the angry,
of wholeness for the broken,
of peace for the frightened and violent of the earth.

Help me to believe in beginnings,
to make a beginning,
to be a beginning,
so that I may not just grow old,
but grow new
each day of this wild, amazing life
you call me to live
with the passion of Jesus Christ.



I am rarely the first person to fire off words that speak to a current issue. I often wish I were, I wonder how some people are able to articulate so well and so quickly when chaos strikes.

I’m a processor, I want to say the right things well. I’m a researcher, I don’t want to contribute to a rhetoric swamp of misinformation or wrong information. I’m a “do-er” and I want to figure out what doing looks like in a particular context so as not to simply add more words without action.

On a sad but true note, the length of the current news cycle lasts about as long as a tweet. I have been around long enough to know that Americans can get really-really in-your-face passionate about something and then be off onto something else when a more sparkly tweet arrives, often within an hour of their initial outrage. So the teaching of “pearls before swine” comes to mind.

This past weekend I was leading a three-day retreat at Mount Angel Abbey. At this retreat we work through some powerful rhythms from my book Sacred Space in order to live a free-er, less divided and more God-centric life.

I limit my cell/wifi use during these time to what is necessary for getting files from Dropbox and other searches for images needed etc. This past weekend when I turned my iPhone on, news alerts started coming though. An altercation had just happened in #Charlottesville. My breaking news updates only noted that something had gone south (pun intended) with White Nationalists while holding a demonstration.

I made a quick assumption about what the term “White Nationalist” meant, but I had honestly not encountered that designation for the group of people it designates. To me, “White Nationalists” sanitizes the putrid ideology espoused by these groups, and there are many of them.

According to the Southern Poverty Law Center:

White nationalist groups espouse white supremacist or white separatist ideologies, often focusing on the alleged inferiority of nonwhites. Groups listed in a variety of other categories – Ku Klux Klan, neo-Confederate, neo-Nazi, racist skinhead, and Christian Identity – could also be fairly described as white nationalist.

The SPLC also noted that in 2016 there were 48 active White Nationalist groups in the United states. You can see the list and which states they are located here.

When I returned home from Sacred Space, I started searching the news feeds in order to find out what happened. To be candid, I was also fearful of what embarrassing, self-serving and potentially dangerous tweet might have come from our POTUS. In true form our POTUS created more havoc with three diverging messages that lacked crisis leadership skills, purposeful language, integrity, and the sense that he had any understanding of the complexity of the situation (imho). Daily, he continues to reveal that there is a twelve-year-old running the world right now, and that should concern everyone.

Images of confederate flags and angry white men filled my screen, a car careening into a crowd of people, a helicopter somehow was co-opted and crashed, people were allowed to demonstrate with clubs and shields…huh?  The end result, death, carnage, terror.

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The spark that supposedly created this opportunity of protest and violent demonstration was about removing a statue of General Lee, but the real reason is hatred, ignorance, racism and bigotry.

It seems that we tend to fall into four camps around issues like this (although I am sure there are more). The camps of the Complicit, the Complacent, the Convicted, and the Confused.


We are not only complicit when we actively involve ourselves in the hate, bigotry and racist world by believing and participating in it, but we are also complicit when we disagree and stay out of the dialog or refuse to engage in necessary actions to end it.

I am complicit in another way.

I grew up hearing stories about my family. They migrated North after the Civil War from the South. We were Southerners originally. I also heard the stories of how the Red Leg Union soldiers killed my distant great-great uncles who were Bushwhackers and Confederates, and how, although my family owned slaves, we were good to them.

That is a hard pill to swallow, and it takes some creative and quick maneuvering to try to justify human enslavement…yes I am, my family has been, complicit.

For this, I repent for my families history, and I, more than most, need to speak into  conversation condemning it, calling it out, and working to end it. Becoming “Color-blind” doesn’t help. That term is an arrogant statement that misunderstands the complex dynamics of race issues. Rather, we need to see all Color, acknowledge our diversity and work towards love, understanding and the elimination of labels and divisions. I want to see my friends of color in all their beauty and not “white-wash” the world with a false sense equal superiority if you follow my meaning.

So as a white, male, pastor of an Evangelical church I ask for forgiveness and condemn any an all action of this kind as un-christian and in direct opposition to the dream that this country can become.


The Complicit tribe has a twin tribe named Complacent. We are complacent when we know something is wrong then stand by silently doing nothing. I am not intoning that you have to grab a counter-protest sign and start a march, but I am saying that you need to do –something.

  • Determine to choose love, and then offer it everyone you encounter…
  • Determine to read  books and stories that give a different perspective…
  • Determine to gain a better understanding of the issues, and share them…
  • Determine to name this what it is, bringing light to the darkness…
    • This is racism, bigotry, hatred, evil, terrorism, anti-christian, anti-moral, wicked, disgusting, un-american, divisive, ignorance…and so many more adjectives.
  • Determine to seek out ways to change our current story, by involvement…
  • Determine to pray for beauty, justice, love and equality to fill the earth…
  • Pray that injustice, evil, bigotry, and racism would end…

Or another way to put it is:

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” Edmund Burke


The Convicted are the activists amongst us speaking out quickly, and moving to action. The Convicted don’t always know what they should do, but the fire in their soul tells them that they must do something.

Sometimes the something is good and beautiful and changing…but sometimes it creates more chaos. Sometimes right motives have poor choices. Another way to put it is, “the ends do not always justify the means.”

For the Christian, Jesus turned vengeance and retaliation upside down through destroying violence on the cross…His followers are to fight with different weapons, lives of sacrifice and grace and humility. This is hard, but should cause us to pause and look for ways to respond to hate without hate.

Today I choose the path of love over hate…


The fourth group is the Confused. This world keeps spinning into a dark mess that leaves many stuck in neutral because they don’t know how to move forward. The problems are so extremely complex and global that simple binary responses are simply inadequate..

The current rhetoric is so polemic and divisive that many have no desire to get hit with the verbal shrapnel that comes whenever you state your opinion. There is fear of being unfriended…fear of some troll attacking you…fear of the cost of getting involved…fear of being labeled in such a way that your tribe will cast you out which also means fear of a loss of identity and security.

All these fears lead to confusion which leads to complacency which ultimately lead to complicity through non-action.

The way forward is to choose to grow in love, understanding, action, and honesty until the evil of racism is gone.



What If Nothing Was Impossible?

Somewhere along the line we settled for test scores and conforming to the “expected.”

In Eric Liu & Scott Noppe-Brandon’s book Imagination Firstunlocking the power of possibility, he notes:

Today’s culture of testing and data collection in education was born of a good intention: to close the persistent achievement gaps of race and poverty. But over time, ends and means have sometimes gotten muddled. Too many public schools focus on the measurable to the exclusion of the possible. As a result, too many students end up better prepared for taking tests than for being skillful learners in the world beyond school. ~Eric Liu & Scott Noppe-Brandon

I believe they have landed on something here…But it’s not only in education, it’s everywhere.

It’s time to empower the “What if?” questions along with the “What?” questions.