Friday, 27 May 2011
In the introduction he looks at what is important for Starbucks. They had lost their way: numbers had taken over and making the world's best coffee had slipped unto the sidings.
Have you ever read something and your heart gives a leap?
I met Rick Warren, of Saddleback California fame, a few years ago. He has a similar mantra to Howard Shultz, but for the church. We are called to build healthy churches. Churches that are the best at being what God has called us to be: because we have hearts created to do that! I find myself crying out, "I want that!" It is my heartfelt prayer that in the parishes I lead that we become passionate about being the church. Not obsessed with numbers but with being the best at what God has called us to be!
Over the years in ordained leadership I have stopped every now and again and asked myself whether I should do something else. Not because I am bored but because I have wondered did people want what I wanted as I tried to lead them. It is a good question!
I have remained in ordained leadership!
The reason, I believe that it is where God wants me to be. I believe that he has called me to be a part of his plan for the local church. Onwards has challenged me in its first few pages. god want this same passion in his people. He wants us to be wholehearted about being the best churches we can be. Not for glory, or for numbers but because we believe in what he has called us to be.
Howard Shultz closed every single Starbucks store to train the staff how to make better coffee. They lost $6millon! But they regained the soul of Starbucks! In June our group of parishes will gather to pray and share and begin a process to recapture God's vision for his people, for us. I hope you will join me in praying and if you're local in coming along.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
My five year old son: loves balloons. They amaze to him! He will quite happily chase a balloon around the house for hours. They are big and bright and some even float by themselves needing to be anchored by a weight to stop them flying away.
But, I don't like balloons. It is the aftermath that has led to my antipathy. They get grubbly and shrunken and lose their appeal. The bang and the tears that inevitably follow: by nature they are fleeting and finite!
Having just celebrated my 40th birthday and having been surrounded by balloons proclaiming my age to one and all, I have revisited my dislike of the humble balloon. Yes, the balloon has limits but it affects it surroundings, even if just for a short time.
Life is a lot like a balloon. We can brighten our place on this earth even though we know it is for a limited time only. This was something that was brought close to me when my sister died, she was 18, I was 11. Turning 40 has momentarily put me in reflective mood. I have come to appreciate that I can't do everything but I can do something. It might seem small but what I do is significant, if only for myself. As I attempt to use the gifts that God has given me I know that I am changed.
Yet as I proclaim my antipathy for the humble party balloon: I have another confession: I love hot air balloons! I know, I'm a collection on contradictions. We had a Hot air ballooning festival close to my last home and I would watch the balloons glide across the sky to the wonder of both my children, and myself!
So perhaps then I must make the wonder of the Hot Air Balloon rescue my dislike of the Party Balloon. In much the same way as my love for an infinite God rescues my dislike of a finite life.