These words have been used in such phrases as: "It's the little things that matter"; "Little things mean a lot." We've also heard that "It's the small details that matter"; and "There are no small/little jobs."
While we understand the meaning behind these words because they ring true, most men want to slay the giants of the world while leaving the small details and "little things" to other people. Even though we as men know that "little things" matter, we do not really want to concern ourselves with them if we don't absolutely have to. I've seen some men, and you have probably met or know one or two, who seem to act with the belief that they are above "little things" and their talent is wasted on trivial matters.
The problem with that perception is this:
will become big things.
Think about it.
When I look back on my life, I sincerely appreciate the big things done on my behalf. In reality, there are very few. However, my mind is filled with memory after memory of small things this person or that person may have done that sent my mind thinking in a different direction. Sometimes it was a small kindness of word or deed that turned a bad day into something more bearable, or even put a smile on my face in the midst of some storm.
As a man, I understand the mindset that wants to look for the great challenges. We want to have the determination of a Pioneer or great Explorer, traveling into uncharted places, to find some place no man has ever stood and plant our own feet as we survey some wild, untamed landscape. To be sure, it is this mindset that is fueling a desire to put mankind on Mars some day. It will probably happen in my lifetime, too.
As a father, none of this kind of thinking has changed. I have a family with a wife and two daughters, and still there is the desire to find a purpose and do something really great with my life.
That's when a voice whispered to my heart,
"Little things become big things."
At first I wondered what it meant. My mind recalled all the sayings I mentioned before, but to me, little things were still little things. While important in their own way, they just helped accomplish some greater purpose where someone else eventually claimed credit. I understand little things are still needed in their own way, but I must admit, something within me wanted to know that my life would matter in some greater way, somehow.
Coming home late from work one night this week from my second job, the thought that "little things become big things" was still clanging around in my head. Then I thought of my two daughters. They are growing up fast, and the thought that my oldest is going to turn 10 years old soon brought the realization that my time with her in my home is growing smaller. Then I understood.
I called my wife. Both girls were already headed to bed, they were just waiting up to say goodnight to me. I asked my wife to tell our oldest daughter to get dressed and get ready to go somewhere. When I came home, I changed clothes, and drove off with my oldest daughter. She started asking question after question about where we were going, what we were doing, and why. We stopped at a tiny little restaurant and I said, "Here we are!"
She was a little confused.
We went inside, asked for a small order of fried cheese sticks, and a couple of small sodas, and just talked for a little while.
It was dark outside. It was very late at night. The restaurant was virtually empty. We had the place almost completely to ourselves, but best of all, we just sat and talked. Mostly I just listened.
Then, as we talked she sighed a little bit. I could tell something was bothering her. I decided a little prodding was needed here as I asked, "What is it?" She looked up at me with something of a serious look in hers eyes and replied, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
The rest of that conversation will remain between us.
It was a little conversation, in a little restaurant, with a little girl, but as we talked I realized that someday, little things really will become big things. Little kids will grow up to be big adults, and with them all their "little things" whether good or bad, will become "big things" in their adult life.
If you really want to do something really big and great with your life, just look to your children.
Those little things, someday, will become big things.
I woke up Friday, still feeling worn out from a very long road trip that saw me crossing into six states outside of Alabama. I started my day like everyone else I suppose, but it was hectic and busy. A news alert crossed my phone. Something about a shooting. I swiped it away and continued working. Dove into the batch of folders that needed my attention and began working on numbers for job quotes. My phone kept buzzing with the same alert. The words I recognized were "Conn." (for Connecticut) and "shooting" as in someone somewhere had apparently shot a gun, probably at someone. I swiped the news alert away again.
Over and over again this same news alert kept popping up. "Shooting" "Conn." were there with each alert that kept coming and I began to get annoyed. I remember thinking to myself "Enough already! I get it! There's been a shooting!" I made a mental note to myself to see if there were some way to reconfigure my phone to somehow reject incoming news alerts that repeated themselves over and over again. Toward the end of my day, still busy trying to get things wrapped up, and laying aside those things that would have to be done later, my mind began to focus on the clock. Soon as work was over I had to grab something quick to eat and leave to my second job.
My wife was out and about, so I called to see where she was and reminded her that I had to leave for my other job soon. She said she'd bring in some fast-food. Soon as she came home I grabbed a couple of the heavier bags of groceries and then began to eat while my wife and the girls unloaded the rest of the car. My phone buzzed again, glancing at it I just saw the two words I've been noticing all day and swiped it away again. I jumped in my car and barely made it to my second job on time. Things there were already hectic, so I jumped right in and began working.
My phone kept buzzing still.
After work that night, I drove home physically and mentally just spent. All I wanted was my nice cozy chair, something warm to eat and drink, and just to be around my family. My wife had allowed the girls to stay up late so I could be there to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight. As I walked in the front door, the girls were in the back room playing and my wife was glued to the news on TV. "Not like her to say nothing when I walk in the door," I thought to myself. "Is she mad at me or something?"
"Hey there! I'm home," I said testing the waters. "Glad you're home safe," my wife replied. "I've just now been able to watch the news about the shooting. I had to send the girls out of the room for a while so I could get the latest details." My response was to simply shrug it off and go to the refrigerator to see if there was anything leftover I could warm up and eat. "So there's been another shooting. Another idiot with a gun in Connecticut. Why is this news? I've been getting the alerts all day!"
That's when my wife unfolded the story for me as I sat next to her to watch the news. The real tragedy was not of another random shooting, but the killing of innocents. The stories of the first responders trained to handle horrific sights walking away shaken to their core. The flurry of activity as parents flooded the scene, some tightly hugging their children close to their chest as they walked away from the school. Some being sent to a volunteer firehouse to get the news they would never hold their children alive again. My daughters are 5 and 9 years old. It hit me like a ton of bricks. For the first time in my life I cried as I watched the news. Putting my children to bed that night was a very sobering, purposeful, and thankful moment.
Now, the story had my attention. All day long it had the attention of most of the nation and even the world. This morning I saw pictures of Pakistani children making a candlelight memorial for the slain children in America, and another of a row of black crosses on a beach in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The inevitable question of "why" comes to everyone's mind. To others, they will ask the same question of God; some with words of pleading and a desire to understand, some others with hate and disgust that a loving God could allow such a thing, if there was ever such a thing as God.
First, I will not pretend to know the mind of God. Second, I truly believe God could have stopped and intervened if He had chosen to do so. Why this event was allowed to unfold, I do not pretend to know, but there are two things I do know. First, there is evil in this world, and that evil manifests itself in the hearts of men with the free will to choose to do good or evil. Second, there was another great tragedy over 2,000 years ago. One that God in heaven not only allowed to happen, but chose to look away. As Jesus Christ hung on the cross, He too, cried out the word "why" and not just to the wind or the sky, but to his own Father in heaven.
Many people died by Roman crucifixion, but today the world only remembers the name of one of them. It was a horrific act of great torture and suffering, a terrible sacrifice of One who was totally innocent, but it has arrested the attention of the world for over 2,000 years now. Again, I do not pretend to have answers as to why God allowed the slaying of innocents in Connecticut, but I do know that it reminded me of One other innocent who died to save the souls of all mankind, and that we will be celebrating His birth around this time of year. The birth of One, born to die.
Respect is something we usually understand best when its missing. When its missing, it is obvious because we feel, in our bones, disrespected. You know what I mean. Its usually a comment someone makes or maybe some action. Its not the exact words they say, it is how they say them. Its the attitude. Condescending. Sarcastic. Biting.
On TV disrespect is what makes for good entertainment. In real life, disrespect is what makes for volatile situations, bad morale, and sudden outbursts that can leave others wondering "Where did that come from?" In talking with a business owner the other day about the issue of respect, he said he can hire people to do a job and train them to do it well, but he can't teach them respect. That has to come from their parents. I agree, and not only do I agree, to some degree it concerns me.
For the most part, I know I was raised to be respectful. I say "Sir" and "Ma'am" appropriately to anyone regardless if they are older or younger than me. It was kind of beat into me as a kid. However, when I get that vibe that I've been disrespected, another side of me has been known to show. A side I am sad to say I am less than proud of. Usually afterward, I think to myself, "What if my kid had been here when that happened?" Chances are, I'd have kept them in mind and my own actions and words would have remained guarded. Such testing has happened on other occasions.
After my talk with the business owner about how it is the parent's responsibility to teach their kids, I imagined individuals in my life and how their upbringing might have contributed to the ways they treat others. For some, they overcame huge challenges to become something different than the way they were raised. Others, it seems, always want to use their upbringing as an excuse for their behavior. I started to wonder how I would feel if someone treated my children with disrespect, and to be honest, the feelings that welled up in me just imagining such an event were not pleasant. That is when another idea occurred to me. We teach our kids by our example, yet there is another reason to show respect to others. A bigger, much larger reason than "because you should."
My children are a product of my wife and I, and I know I could become very offended and defensive if I ever saw someone treating my child with disrespect. Now, take that a step further. There is a God in heaven who created us all. While we all have different backgrounds, different parents, and come from various social and economic areas of life, we are all creations of God. Ever wonder how God might feel when we disrespect one of His creations? To show disrespect towards someone, or to show disrespect for some effort they have made, whether we realize it or not, our actions and words in those moments directly offend and disrespect God, and are born out of a thankless heart towards a creation of Almighty God. OUCH!
People are people. Some of them will frustrate us, as we will frustrate others. However, even in frustration we can recognize the individual dignity of others, and show them some simple respect. Not because they may personally deserve it, but because they are a creation of God. As we would admire the beauty of a sunrise or sunset, or sit in wonder at the site of a full moon hanging in space above our earth, so we should understand that the same God that created those wonderful things created the wonder that is all mankind; each and every one of us.
My first introduction to leadership, what it is, what it isn't, and how it affects people and situations around the world came through several books I read by John Maxwell. I have read many other authors since then, but a couple of my favorites by John Maxwell are "The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership" and "Becoming a Person of Influence." Both are worth a read by anyone in any walk of life, not just current or aspiring leaders. I greatly appreciated his well researched insights into the world of leaders and leadership, and his own experiences and knowledge bridged a large gap in my life about my own expectations of good leaders, and enabled me to spot the bad ones even easier.
Still, being a "big name" leader is not something everyone is cut out to be. In truth, there are many people who simply desire good leadership in their lives. They have talents and abilities they want to put to good use, but they also want to know there is a good and noble purpose behind the motivations of the person in front leading the way. In short, whether we realize it or not, when people seek to contribute of themselves to a cause, they are really contributing to a purpose, a leader if you will, and there are expectations of the leader that must be met.
Working two jobs now, that idea really came to the fore in my second job. By day, I pretty much interact with professional people. They may rank high or low in the scales of society, but by and large they are business people with a very clear vision and focus of how personal interactions can affect profit and loss, and they are always keenly aware of the value of each dollar they spend. Whether their business is big or small, the people I usually deal with are usually very cautious about making any kind of decision, and their actions and decisions usually unfold over time. It is rare that even a very good decision is made in a moment.
However, in my other job, I deal consistently with entry level employees who are still cutting their teeth in working for a living. Over half the people I work with are under 25 years old, and at least two or three are still in high school. They are full of energy and usually a blur of motion going from one task to the next, but with that speed of action there is a cost in the process of thought, and sometimes relationships pay a price. To be thrown into this mix from my day job can be quite disorienting on a mental level, and finding myself under the charge of someone who loses their cool when things go haywire is not something I was expecting to handle.
That is when a truth of leadership struck me that I have only read about before, but only now had a chance to actually experience. The positional leader in a situation is not necessarily the real leader. Keep in mind, we all have expectations of our leaders, and when a leader fails to meet our expectations, the opportunity for the real leader to step forward arises. During a moment of momentary crisis, the positional leader in the room lost his cool. His temper showed, words were exchanged, frustrations were physically evident, and tension filled the room to the brink of explosion. It was at that very moment that a very firm, very calm voice took over the room. The voice was not loud, but it immediately commanded respect, and within seconds order was restored, decisive action was taken, the tension died, and the crisis was averted.
Later, the particulars of the situation were worked out between individuals, and new ways of handling things were set in order to be sure such a crisis never happened again. Through it all, I learned who the real leader was in that moment. The leader was not the "person in charge" everyone took orders from, the leader was the one who fulfilled the expectations of leadership by everyone in the room. Wherever you happen to be in life, whether you are "in charge" or not is not what matters. Just think for a moment what expectations you have of people in leadership positions over you. Are they meeting them? If not, chances are, you don't really see them as much of a leader. Who is meeting your expectations of leadership in the different areas of your life; at church, at work, at home? As a man, are you meeting the expectations of those you seek to lead?
Ever get up to leave a room to go get something only to get where you know you were going and forget what it was you went in there for? Mildly frustrating would be one way I would describe it. I'm standing there in the room. I know I'm here to get something, and yet it is as though whatever it was I went there to get is now playing a game of hide and seek with me, laughing uncontrollably from behind some object in the room.
Forgetting can be a good and a bad thing. On the good side, it is good if we can forget how someone wronged us, or forget some small debt that we just chalk up to charity. On the bad side, well, let's just say some people seem to have memories that never go away and are all too eager to remind others about events of the past.
There is another type of forgetfulness though that goes on every second of every day, and it happens to each and every one of us whether we realize it or not. It is when we forget to be thankful.
This last couple of weeks now, I have been fighting an illness that literally left me on my back some few days pleading for the return of Christ just so I could finally get a new body. I'm not going to go into all the details, but let's just say it was really bad. Thing is, I'm constantly thanking God for my family, for my health, and for the things God has provided. However, I never really realized just exactly what I was thanking God for until it was gone.
I slept off most of the sickness, but in my moments of wakefulness feeling weak and exhausted, it occurred to me again and again that it was not necessarily the presence of health I had been really thanking God for, it was the absence of all THIS - the sickness. Now, with my health gone, it became the most important thing I wanted at that moment. All my other plans that week that I had lined out to be accomplished just didn't seem to compare to my desire just to feel well again.
As the week progressed, the news each night hit me a little bit differently than before. News is usually bad anyway, but now I was watching it with a different perspective. Where being sick made me realize that what I had been thanking God for was not so much health but the absence of sickness, I saw images on the news that made me realize a few other things. You see, in thanking God for my health each day, at some point I had actually forgotten what it felt like to be really sick - until my health was suddenly gone from me. So, instead of thanking God for my home, my job, my family, and "all the wonderful things He has given me", I'm going to try something a little bit different.
I am thankful that my home is not a pile of rubble destroyed by a hurricane a couple months just before Christmas. I am thankful that I do not have to sit in the dark and cold, and that my home is not missing heat or electricity. I am thankful that I am not burying a child or other loved one who died because of a storm. I am thankful I do not have to stand in long lines to pay for food or gasoline - at any price. I am thankful I do not have to run and hide in a shelter when air raid sirens scream warnings that missiles are in the air heading towards my town. I am thankful I am not one of over 18,000 people who cannot go to work because my company has closed.
In short, I am also thankful for getting sick these past weeks, and for the perspective it helped me realize: it is not good enough just to be thankful for what you have. That is easy. However, if you really want to experience the kind of gratitude that comes with a new perspective, imagine life without those things. Imagine your life in the news today.