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Leadership and the Threat of Malice

In Uncategorized on July 29, 2010 at 6:57 pm

I often consider writings – especially spiritual writings – in light of leadership.  And lately, I’ve been reflecting on the life and circumstances of a great Jewish leader.  He is often touted, in certain circles, as a pre-eminent model of leadership (and administration).  His name was Nehemiah and he lived in the B.C. time period.  Can you believe a culture/people group with that much longevity?

When Nehemiah had committed himself to a massive vision – re-founding the city of Jerusalem along with re-instituting the spiritual practices of the Jews at that time – it was then that opposition rose against him.  A man named Tobiah, with malicious intent, threatened Nehemiah by portraying his leadership as self-serving and power hungry.

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Starbuck

In Uncategorized on July 21, 2010 at 4:17 pm

Starbuck was no crusader after perils; in him courage was not a sentiment, but a thing simply useful to him and always at hand upon all mortally practical occasions.  ~Ishmael of Starbuck the first mate, Moby Dick

The boy from ‘Never Ending Story’ came to mind today.  Stealing away to a dark corner of the dingy school, Bastian seeks soul refuge from the very institution, which designed to educate, has nevertheless been ignoring.  So I, took a break from the last few weeks of activity.  Two weekend academies and 4:30am weekday shifts at the bucks has been cumulatively wearisome.

Moby Dick has been a pleasant application of my mental energy.  The Italian word for entertainment, as I was told by a friend, is Divertire – meaning diversion.  Attentiveness to the lines of Moby Dick is more of a concerted directive for me though.  How fascinating that I resist learning and enrichment!  I was interested to learn that Starbuck is the first mate on Captain Ahab’s ship, the Pequod.  The description and others like it has me referring to ‘cleaning the ship’ during my part time work as I continue on with the coaching.

Celebration

In Uncategorized on June 7, 2010 at 8:24 pm

I am sitting here with a glass of red wine (Argentine) thinking how blessed I am.  Some oil in my hair and propped up bare feet, listening to John Mayer.  I’m appreciating variety of music, color and food in my life.

The door is open on my patio, where the darkness covers over the other apartments, my garden (ok, so it is currently a plot of dirt), single moms, men ‘of the cloth’ and guys teaching the world that growing up is being child-like.

Light breaks and returns.  It’s all good.

Academy Announcement

In Uncategorized on April 8, 2010 at 8:36 am

Unrestrained

In Onward on February 14, 2010 at 11:38 pm

I bought my wife a vase for Valentine’s day.  We are moving into a new place in the next couple of weeks, so I thought she would enjoy a new vase (for when I get her flowers).  She seemed to enjoy the design.

I had a college professor once tell me that the reason lovers exchange flowers (i.e. guys buy flowers for ladies) is because they are the reproductive organs of the plant.  She referenced some lines of Ovid and reduced this form of chivalry to a very sorry proposition indeed.  Maybe ladies enjoy flowers because they are a reminder of beauty…

I was walking out of a shopping center a couple of months ago and was halted by an enormous palm jutting out of the side walk.  After looking closer it seemed out of place amid the tall, concrete buildings and neon banners.  I began to wonder about it’s being there.  Was it there because some human architect decided it should grow there?  Was it there because it was given space and suitable setting to burst into it’s full, majestic form?

I began wondering what seeds take shape in our lives.  This post began as an errand a couple of months ago.  Then, it became a thought.  Then, a note.  Next, it was a reminder.  Today, it formed as a blog post.  Interesting how tiny things grow, when given the right environment.

This leaves me with a couple questions for those of you, who have read this far.  What dreams are you responsible to?  How are you giving them space to ‘burst forth’ into their full expression?