Writing Your Legend

If you don’t follow Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson on Instagram, start doing so today. He’s entertaining, funny, in shape like a superhero, and an overall genuine guy. Last night I watched his version of Hercules.

I had wanted to see it as when Johnson was shooting the film he posted numerous behind the scenes pics and stories.

In the movie, the director takes a different shot at the usual Mythological Epic. We are given a hero who may, or may not, have lived up to his hype.  He’s at the end of his career working as a mercenary taking out the bad guys for gold. There is a constant interplay between the truth and the stories that set up the truth.

A character asks Johnson, in one of the pivotal scenes, “What do you believe?” He is forced to come to terms with the truth about his life. The legend, and the man, must become one.


Our roles, as we define them, come with our own legends.  What does it mean to be a father, mother, son, daughter? Employee or supervisor?  What does it mean to be successful?

We hold ourselves up against the image we project. If we do this for too long we end up worn down.

Your coworkers see the supervisor, the sixty-hour week, the large house and luxury car–You see your parents calling you a failure.

Your husband sees a spouse in great shape that has it all together–You look in the mirror and fight to melt away the “imperfections” with just one more hour on the treadmill.

Your son sees a hero–You can’t escape the anxiety that you are getting this parenting thing wrong so hiding behind a cell phone screen is the only way to make it through.

When the self inside doesn’t match up with the self outside, chaos reigns.

Join me and make a goal this fall to get back in balance, to simplify, to strip away the excess in life and gain a clear direction. Know that your story isn’t over. The legend can be the truth.  Start a new journey. Pick up the pen and turn to a blank page.

Your path is waiting…


What to do When They Hate You

I was a freshman in college at West Chester University, seated in my Humans and the Environment class in September, 2001. The professor made her way into the room holding a sheet of paper she had printed from “the Internet.”

She told us that a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers, paused, then started class.  After it was over, I waited for the bus from North Campus to pick us up and return us to our dorms.  When it arrived, students exited and many were visibly upset.  I had no idea what happened.

Until I flipped on the television.

In the span of a morning, almost fifteen years ago now, everything had changed. We woke up on September 12th with a new view of the world.

We realized that someone out there saw America as an enemy. They hated us.


Flash back years before to middle school.  We had just purchased our year books.  The tradition was to pass around our books so others could sign them.  I remember looking in the back of someone’s book and seeing a paragraph mentioning my name with a derogatory comment.  This person had signed every book in the same fashion.

He didn’t like me.

Now we are living in one of the most exclusionary times in recent memory. There is a race to victimization, to rebel, to grasp for power against imperfect systems.  There are people calling themselves believers holding tight to fear, prejudice, and discrimination.

Jesus told us we would be persecuted by those in the World as we followed his teachings, but to not worry as he had overcome the world.

There is a calendar hanging at work, one with the Bible verse “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” on the month of September.  I had one man tell me he would forgive me for hanging it up and that he was offended.

So how do we respond?

Two things to think about:

1-Does your faith drive or pull you? God doesn’t owe us anything. Yes, Jesus taught us how to pray and told us that God will answer prayers, but is that the point? God is not the ATM in the sky.  God is the force that calls us to make a difference.  Faith is not a transaction or condition.

As humans we believe, then shake our fists at our suffering.

Faith is an engine.  It is the power driving us forward to rejoice in all circumstances, to pray without ceasing, to love those who hate us, to live without the pull of guilt. To follow Jesus in a new and radical way of existence. Faith and grace are hand in hand, erasing the transactions and evening the balances.

2-Can you let go?

Stephen, in the Bible, was the first person killed for his faith.  We read that, as he was stoned, he prayed for the forgiveness of the men killing him. We also read that, as he was dying,  the heavens opened and Stephen saw Jesus standing at the throne of God. This is the only point in the Bible where Jesus is noted as standing by the throne.

In Kentucky, there is a clerk defying the Supreme Court and refusing to offer marriage licenses to same-sex couples based on her “faith.” There is a scene where Jesus is asked about paying taxes to Rome.  He replies with a question about the image on a Roman coin.  The crowd tells him that Caesar’s image is on the coin. He then says:

Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s and give to God what is God’s.

He tells the crowd to pay their taxes.  Be good citizens and still own their faith.

She needs to do her job because she claims to follow Jesus, the issuer of the commandment to Love our Neighbors, not close the door in their faces.

I remember the middle school yearbook because it hurt me.  We remember all our scars and moments of pain. Our faith allows us to keep moving, be shaped into a new creation, and watch the scars turn into beauty.  When our focus shifts to others, we find peace.

I don’t know about you but, right now, peace is exactly what I need.