The New Colossus

Have you ever read the full poem at the Statue of Liberty?

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

What We Do For Others

In the end, most of us will wonder if what we’ve given ourselves to has been worth the fight, especially if no one remembers our names. And that’s why we must never forget that what is done for ourselves will one day be forgotten, but that what we have done for others will be remembered for eternity.

Erwin McManus

Quote to Live By (“Simple” reasoning…)

Simplicity rarely loses to complexity in the battle of the public square.

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I often say that it is incredibly difficult to make something complex…seem simple. Never underestimate the value of a carefully considered and seemingly simple line of reasoning.

Service Over Self

I love anecdotes like this.

In the First World War, a young man had been wounded. The medic who came to treat him said, ‘I am sorry but you have lost your arm.’ The young solider replied, ‘Doctor, I didn’t lose it. I gave it.’

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There is so much packed in to that short story that hits home that you find yourself wanting more.

  • Who was this young man?
  • Where was he from?
  • What about the medic…what is his story?
  • What made the young soldier respond that way?

My dad was a pastor as I was growing up and I always remember that the messages that were the most impactful were the ones with the best stories. (at least that’s how 10 year old Scott felt) There is something to be said about that.

The stories we tell about our ourselves create the canvas of our life story; while the stories that others tell of us are the brush strokes that fill that canvas in.

Ask yourself…Can I be like that young solider?

In the tough times…have others taken from you….or have you given to others?