Persistence

What is Persistence?

persistence
1. the quality of persisting; tenacity
2. the act of persisting; continued effort or existence
3. the continuance of an effect after the cause of it has stopped: persistence of vision

When it comes to persistence, I almost always think right away of Wolverine. His example, of persistence and tenacity are legend in the Marvel Comic Universe. When he goes after someone or some task, he never gives up. Ever! We could look back through history and find several examples of people that have been persistent. The first person that comes to mind is Thomas Edison, he racked up thousands of failures on his quest of discoveries. He is credited with thousands of inventions too, these inventions have changed the world. Then there are many others that fall into this category Steve Jobs, Amelia Earhart, Mark Zuckerberg; man and women of vision! Those who are out to “ding the universe”!

The reason that this word is essential, is because it is what every entrepreneur must have or develop. This characteristic serves us well because it provides power in the dark and frustrating days or nights. When we feel like there is no end to the misery or failure we face. In my own pursuits, I have learned to develop persistence. The funny thing about it, is that one must also develop patience and the ability to pivot as obstacles arise. The key is to capture and envision your goals, play then in your mind like a movie. Once you have that goal created and visualized, you can recall it, look at it, and play it back in your mind. It’s like looking at a 3D Model of the goal. There is something that happens within us when we capture our goals in this way.

The Jewish model of prophecy is very interesting because it is all expressed in past tense. Yes, Past Tense! As if it has already happened. It is amazing to me that they are framed this way. All through the Old Testament, this model can be seen. This is what we are after to help us develop persistence. I know that each of us can develop this ability and characteristic; we can empower ourselves by creating our goals in our minds and focusing on them.

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Receiving Wise Council

Recently, a quote was shared with me that came from a man I greatly respect. He lived a life that was full of work and commitments. When asked, he always gave very wise council. He words can be trusted. The dilemma that I now face is a personal one. I know that you may be wondering what the quote is … which aside from my personal decision doesn’t really matter.

My life has been spent in the pursuit of wisdom and council from some very well known individuals and by some not known outside of my religious life. My desire to learn and grow and become a better person has challenged me in many ways. Most have dealt with changing my thinking and actions. Each time I select a quote is because in some way it spoke to my heart and soul. It gave me a glimmer of hope that I could change myself enough to become more like the ideal encapsulated in the quote. I could see the quote as a stepping stone to becoming the old man I desire to be. I know an old man! I say that because I see becoming a better person as a marathon not a sprint. A journey that will take my whole life. The life a christian is to be spent following Christ; in subjugating our will to His. He does not subjugate us, He provides the law by which we are to live and we are the one that must chose to walk the path or not.

Since the day I chose to walk this path and committed 100% to the cause of Christ; I strive to be a better man. As always, some days are better than others and the cost is one I do not count. I made the choice to give somethings up; not for any another reason, than I felt it would help me on my way.

Again, wisdom from a tried and true source can always be trusted and those values that have lasted for thousands of years … and see controversial today will stand you in good stead. A man can live a life with a clear conscience when he is right in his heart and if he be religious, he can stand before his god with a clear conscience. That is a feeling that gives the ultimate confidence in oneself and the journey he has been called to serve.

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Being Prepared

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Rush 12 and Para-cord

I am known by friends and family to be a bit “weird” because I carry a bag with tools and things for the just in case … or to be prepared for whatever may come.

On a recent trip, I went in to use a stall and found the lock busted. Thankfully, I had a length of para-cord in my bag and I tied the lock closed. This made my wife laugh when I told her about it. She likes to poke fun at me from time to time for my preparedness mindset.

I will admit that it has been apart of my life for so long that I don’t even remember when I started. Being an Army Brat, it is almost a fact of life … depending on where you have lived and how you have traveled.

The key is being prepared.

My experiences have lead me to a mindset that one should consider the future and then prepare for those events! Again, not meaning for a disaster, for any kind of event. For example, do you want to work in a specific industry? Then what do you study or attend university to learn? What daily activities are needed to get healthier, does it mean eating habits need to change or a gym membership will need to be acquired? What is it you dream about?

My own motivation comes from many different desires; one to serve others, one to be able to help my parents, another to provide for someone who lacks the means to improve their circumstances, one more includes a desire to see more good in the world. For each person, their desires and wants have to be planned for daily one step at a time. Once small goals are achieved, the bigger ones become a reality!

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Citizen Sentinel

Every Citizen a Sentinel

Every Citizen a Sentinel

Two years back, I came across this podcast, The Survivalist Podcast, and it has some great content and information. Personally, it didn’t really fit my needs however, on their Gear Site, they have a great 2nd Amendment t-shirt. One of the lines on the back of the T-Shirt is “Every Citizen a Sentinel”. Now, we both know that I must really like this statement to be writing about it. That would be correct! I love this statement because it codifies what I believe the Founding Fathers were driving at!

They wanted citizens to participate in government, starting at the local level. They wanted Americans to be educated and well rounded. They envisioned a people that hungered and thirsted after knowledge … like they did. Of course, they also realized that people are human … mortals, they make mistakes and cause problems for themselves. Today, we (and those in the last few generations) have caused some serious problems for our nation and its people. We could discuss the welfare state, the new healthcare laws, executive orders, the current education (sub)standards, the expectations that are being forced on the good people of the USA. I know, I am conservative and have a specific view of the Constitution, Bill of Rights, Founding Fathers, and the events that have transpired since the founding of our nation.

I will admit that my life experiences have helped to form and focus my ideas and beliefs about the current state of our country’s political and social-economic atmosphere. We can cut through the fog of political correctness by understanding the Founders of our nation. We can find this knowledge in many of their writings which have been preserved and reprinted. I know some will say they don’t understand the English they used; then I would recommend 2 things, get a dictionary from before 1900 and practice reading the documents and letters penned when our nation was birthed.

One of the prime responsibilities for citizens of a Republic is education (notice, I didn’t say school); that is self-education. Seeking out the best books and doing the research and leg work to understand what we read. When I lived with my parents and especially when my dad was active duty, I would often see him sitting with a book and reading something. Often, it was the Chilton’s book for the car we currently had and many times it was a magazine or book on another subject. A few things I remember my dad reading include; Popular Mechanics, Popular Science (which is why I love technology!), scriptures, Star Trek novels, Army materials for his MOS (Military Occupational Specialty), parenting books, comic books (which is why I love Superheroes [Batman!]), and newspapers. He set an example of learning by reading and research. Oh, yeah I forgot the dictionary! Man, that is something that I hated at first. If I had a question about a word he would hand me his dictionary and make sure I could spell the word correctly.

I was taught to read and think. I was challenged by my parents and others to show my work (so to speak). I need to have my sources and be able to express myself clearly. My parents taught me to analyze and evaluate and then to spend time thinking about it. History became one of my favorite subjects in High School and I excelled at it.

Now, as I look back, my parents taught me to be a Citizen Sentinel by learning to educate myself. Our greatest power continues to be the integrity and virtue of the American people. We, can change the current political climate by living and espousing the values of freedom and upholding our Constitution and Bill of Rights. We can return to our historical roots and turn back the laws and regulations and invasiveness of our Federal Government by changing our communities and politicians. By supporting those who espouse freedom and liberty. You can and should become a Citizen Sentinel to help defend our culture and nation!

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Marks of a Man

As I jumped on board my flight from Miami to Salt Lake City, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Seated near the front of the plane was an excited young man, probably 19, sitting with his parents. His hair was short and his clothes new and sharp. His suit was fitted perfectly and his black shoes still retained that store bought shine. His body was in good shape, his face clear, and his hands clean. In his eyes I could see a nervous look, and his movements were that of an actor on opening night.

He was obviously flying to Utah to become a missionary for the Mormon Church. I smiled as I walked by and took pride in belonging to this same Church where young men and women voluntarily serve the Savior for two years. With special feeling, I continued to the back where my seat was located.

As I sat in my seat, I looked to the right and to my surprise saw another missionary sleeping in the window seat. His hair was also short, but that was the only similarity between the two. This one was obviously returning home, and I could tell at a glance what type of missionary he had been.

The fact that he was already asleep told me a lot. His entire body seemed to let out a big sigh. It looked as if this was the first time in two years he had even slept, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. As I looked at his face, I could see the heavy bags under his eyes, the chapped lips, and the scarred and sunburned face cause by the fierce Florida sun. His suit was tattered and worn. A few of the seams were coming apart, and I noticed that there were a couple of tears that had been hand-sewn with a very sloppy stitch.

I saw the name tag, crooked, scratched and bearing the name of the Church he represented, the engraving of which was almost all worn away. I saw the knee of his pants, worn and white, the result of many hours of humble prayer. A tear came to my eye as I saw the things that really told me what kind of missionary he has been. I saw the marks that made this boy, a man.

His feet – the two that had carried him from house to house, now lay there swollen and tired. They were covered by a pair of worn-out shoes. Many of the large scrapes and gouges has been filled in by the countless polishings.

His books – laying across his lap were his scriptures, the word of God. Once new, these books which testify of Jesus Christ and His mission, were now torn, bent, and ragged from use.

His hands – those big, strong hands, which had been used to bless and teach, were now scarred and cut from knocking at doors. Those were indeed the marks of that man. And as I looked at him, I saw the marks of another man, the Savior, as he was hanging on the cross for the sins of the world.

His feet – those that had once carried Him throughout the land during His ministry, were now nailed to the cross.

His side – now pierced with a spear. Sealing His gospel, His testimony with His life.

His hands – the hands that were used to ordain His servants and bless the sick were also scarred with the nails that were pounded to hand Him on the cross. Those were the marks of that great man.

As my mind returned to the missionary, my whole body seemed to swell with pride and joy, because I knew, by looking at him, that he had served his Master well. My joy was so great, I felt like running to the front of the plane, grabbing that new, young missionary, and bringing him back to see what he can become, what he can do. But would he see the things that I saw, could anyone see the things I saw? Or could he just see the outward appearance of that mighty Elder, tired and worn out, almost dead.

As we landed, I reached over and tapped him to wake him up. As he awoke, it seemed like new life was entering his body. His whole frame just seemed to fill as he stood up, tall and proud. As he turned his face towards mine, I saw a light about his face that I had never seen before. I looked into his eyes. Those eyes, I will never forget those eyes. They were the eyes of a prophet, a leader, a follower, and a servant. They were the eyes of the Savior. No words were spoken. No words were needed.

As we unloaded, I stepped aside to let him go first, I watched as he walked, slow but steady, tired but strong. I followed him and found myself walking the way that he did. When I came through the doors, I saw this young man in the arms of his parents, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. With tears streaming down my face, I watched these loving parents greet their son who had been away for a short time. And I wondered if our parents in Heaven would greet us the same way. Will they wrap their arms around us and welcome us home from our journey on earth? I believe they will. I just hope that I can be worthy enough to receive such praise, as I’m sure this missionary will.

I said a silent prayer, thanking the Lord for missionaries like this young man. I don’t think I will ever forget the joy and happiness he brought me that day.