Facing Fear: A Lesson in Courage

Posted in Uncategorized on February 6, 2010 by curtharding

“…I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens.”
~ Hebrews 12:26

Can you feel it? The world is shaking. It’s shaking where we didn’t expect it to shake. What was once considered stable has become unstable. Things we once trusted are no longer trustworthy. Safety and security are still in the dictionary, but their definitions change by the hour.

When the world shakes, fear shakes free. It takes up residence next door. It comes over unannounced and makes itself at home. It’s the neighbor from hell.

Max Lucado eloquently describes fear as oversized and rude, unwilling to share the heart with happiness. As a result, happiness complies and leaves. It’s true isn’t it? You never see fear and happiness together. They can’t coexist.

Fear is trying to dig its callous claws into my family. My brother-in-law is facing the fight of his life. Dan, an executive with General Motors, has the kind of intellect that I have always envied; the scary smarts of an engineer. He has a lovely new home, a beautiful wife, and two incredible daughters.

The storm clouds didn’t slowly gather in the distance. There were few warning signs of what was to come. Fear rained down almost overnight. Suddenly Dan started losing track of everyday items like his car keys and his glasses. One day he said he felt a little “drunk.” Tests revealed the worst; stage 4 brain cancer. The world had shaken; fear’s moving truck backed into the driveway.

But fear might have some trouble finding room in Dan’s house. You see, courage lives there too. “Our family has chosen not to wallow in pity,” Dan’s wife, Darby explains. “Instead, we take the challenge head on. We use it as a chance to draw closer as a family, realizing that each day is precious.” When I call Darby, a bright, cheerful voice answers the phone, and I can see fear losing its grip. The bully cowers. The junkyard dog whimpers; its tail between its legs. Fear’s foes—laughter, love, and togetherness are too powerful.

“I feel totally helpless against Dan’s cancer, but what I can do is make him laugh every day,” says Darby, who gets plenty of help with that from her two hilarious daughters. “What we can do is create positive memories each day.” I just saw fear running from itself. I wonder if my sister-in-law knows how courageous she is.

Randy Pausch liked to tell people that he was in wonderful shape, except for the ten tumors in his liver. In his book, The Last Lecture, he says “We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.”

Of course fear will have its day. But as daunting as they seem…worry, dread, failure, rejection, and calamity are limited; limited by courage, hope, and most of all, faith.

What if we listened more closely to what Jesus said over and over again? “Don’t be afraid.” “Take courage.” “Do not fear.” “Don’t let your hearts be troubled.” What if we listened to the promise that follows; “Trust in God, trust also in me.”

The world is shaking. It’s not going to stop. In the midst of this, we search for stability. Darby takes a break from caring for her husband and says, “Stability comes from within.” I agree. And I know who put it there.

Hey, I’m Not Invisible!

Posted in Uncategorized on January 29, 2010 by curtharding

Ever feel like running towards the window, tossing a chair through the glass and screaming, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!

At home you’re the bad guy. “No, no, no, I said put that down!” “I want it quiet up there!” “No TV until your homework is done!” “What the heck happened to this room? Clean this mess up!”

Even the dog doesn’t seem to hear you.

At work when you speak up, you’re shut down. Your ideas too often fall on deaf ears. Your creativity isn’t appreciated, your talent not utilized. Even when you’re right, you’re wrong. No one seems to care about your problems, deadlines, concerns, or fears. You’re another dude at a desk, another cog in a cube. If you quit tomorrow they’d send you off with a luncheon, a slice of cake, and cup of bad punch and that would be that.

This is why relationships, REAL relationships are so important. Everyone has tough days at home. And work is…well, work. If you’re not investing enough time in REAL relationships and activities outside the office and home you’re bound to feel frustration, sadness, even anger. When we’re void of meaningful relationships we’re more likely to run to that window and scream or worse, jump. I know…I’m there with you.

“People are valuable because they’re human, not because of what they do” - Meg Meeker, M.D.

I was feeling particularly discouraged this week when I opened an absolute MUST-READ for fathers. Dr. Meg Meeker’s Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters. When I read Dr. Meeker’s description of how girls feel about their dads, my perspective rapidly changed.

Meeker writes:

I want you to see yourself through her eyes. And I don’t want this just for her sake, but for yours, because if you could see yourself as she sees you, even for ten minutes, your life would never be the same.

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Your daughter gets up in the morning because you exist. The epicenter of her tiny world is you. Friends, family members, teachers, professors, or coaches will influence her to varying degrees, but they won’t knead her character. You will. Because you are her dad.

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She can’t feel good about herself until she knows that you feel good about her. So you need to use your authority carefully and wisely. Your daughter wants someone who is wiser and steadier and stronger than she is.

I closed the book and took a deep breath. Home isn’t always filled with warm fuzzies and ice cream sundaes and I have found that work will invariably disappoint and discourage. Relationships, like the ones I’m developing with my daughters however, shape who I am as I help shape who they’ll become. It really is all that matters. Being a hero to them. Building an unbreakable bond. Being their dad. It’s my most important job. It doesn’t pay, there are no vacations or sick days, but the benefits are amazing.

So when I find myself boiling over like a pressure cooker, I’m going to fall back on my relationships; family, friends, and most of all God. When we do this we’re never invisible and we can look out the window, and leave the chair where it is.

Super Controversy

Posted in Uncategorized on January 26, 2010 by curtharding

Uh oh…

A Super Bowl ad is about to make some people very uncomfortable. CBS has approved a 30-second spot purchased by Focus on the Family. The ad features University of Florida star quarterback Tim Tebow and his mom, Pam, who chose to ignore doctors advice to abort a potential problem pregnancy and, resting on her faith, carried Tim to term. Tebow says he wants to honor his courageous mother and highlight his religious conviction against abortion. “I don’t feel like I’m very preachy about it, but I do stand up for what I believe,” Tebow said.

Uh oh……

The opposition has already come out swinging. The Women’s Media Center, which hasn’t seen the ad, calls it “anti-choice” and says that it’s “outraged.” They’re demanding CBS spike the spot. “It uses one family’s story to dictate morality to the American public,” the group argues. “The ad encourages young women to disregard medical advice, putting their lives at risk.”
UNBELIEVABLE.

My question is this: if this group is pro-choice, what’s wrong with CHOOSING to bring a baby to full term? Why the outrage? In his 22 short years, Tim Tebow has already touched thousands of lives—lives that would have gone untouched were it not for his mother’s CHOICE. Why in the world would the public need to be shielded from a woman who CHOSE life, especially when the fruits of that life have been so impactful? Are we so narrow-minded in this country that we can’t allow someone to express their beliefs, even if they pay handsomely for the right to do so?

Speaking of choice. Isn’t it CBS’s CHOICE how they sell air time? The Super Bowl is about money. Focus on the Family had to cough up more than 2.5 million dollars for the spot. Do we really expect networks to reach out to individual advocacy groups to make sure a planned spot is in line with their politics?

Abortion is legal in this country. It will be legal after the Super Bowl as well. What is the pro-choice crowd really afraid of?

I applaud Tim Tebow, not just because I agree with him, but because he has genuine conviction—conviction that has already cost him millions of dollars. He is making the most of a life that is a direct result of his mother’s CHOICE. “I know some people won’t agree with it,” Tebow said. “But I think they can at least respect that I stand up for what I believe…”

Don’t count on it Tim.

The King

Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2010 by curtharding

If Elvis Presley were alive today, he would be 75 years old. Can you even imagine a 75 year old Elvis? It’s almost impossible to erase the indelible image of the king as he was when it all began—the sexy, sultry, hip-swinging Elvis who drove parents crazy and the girls wild; the man who revolutionized rock ‘n’ roll and gave new meaning to the word “star.”

This past week I was in Memphis, Tennessee. I saw Graceland. I visited Sun Studios where Elvis cut some of his biggest records. And I gained new perspectives from people who knew Elvis well, including my new friend George Nichopoulos, Elvis’s doctor. I asked “Dr. Nick” what does he think Elvis would be doing now had he not died so young?” Without hesitation he replied, “Well, he wouldn’t be in a rocking chair, that boy could never sit still. I’m sure he would be singing Gospel music and I wouldn’t be surprised if he became a minister.” Something about the way Dr. Nick said that; the confidence in his voice really hit me. I felt the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up and I thought, maybe that’s exactly what Elvis is doing right now.

Ever wonder why God puts people like Elvis on Earth? I don’t believe it’s an accident. The people I was with in Memphis remain deeply loyal to him more than 30-years after his death. They quickly steer conversations away from the tabloid-Elvis, choosing instead to focus on his fun-loving, generous, and deeply spiritual side. So much time has passed, yet Elvis’ life is still touching the lives of others including mine. How come?

On the 3-hour drive home my thoughts were all over the map. I imagined what Elvis might think if he were present in the room as his friends reminisced about him in front of a perfect stranger in a little Memphis barbeque restaurant.

Late in his short life, Elvis it seemed, was a tortured soul. His fame was so great that it restricted him. He was both rich and poor, rarely alone but always lonely. Perhaps worst of all, Elvis could never rest. Eventually he hoped that swallowing a pill could cure what ailed him, and his health faded fast.

Friends say since he rarely slept he often read the Word. He had a deep curiosity about the afterlife. So what if? What if his rest finally came? What if one night Elvis closed the door to his room and said to God, “I know they call me the king, but we both know who the real King is. I’m ready to sing Gospel music full time for you if you’ll have me.” And what if God replied, “I can still use you on Earth even if you’re not there anymore.”

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

~ Elvis 1957

I’m not a big Elvis fan, but I am a fan of finding peace. What if Elvis Aaron Presley came face to face with God and admitted he was just a man? What if we did the same? The King awaits…

The Encouraging Word

Posted in Uncategorized on January 19, 2010 by curtharding

It happens to me every January to one degree or another and it usually lasts for a few weeks; I seem to sputter a bit, my energy and drive for my work goes missing. Suddenly the rabbit in me goes all tortoise; there’s an Amber alert out for motivation. Know the feeling?

This week I received a boost from a total stranger. A note that read simply: You are a great publicist. I am a friend of a person you represent and he is lucky to have you on his side. Reading this gave me a huge boost.

It reminded me of something that Duke Basketball Coach K tells his players each year: “I BELIEVE IN YOU.” These four words can mean the difference between a fear of failure and the courage to try.

If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else
~ Booker T. Washington

Here’s where I’m guilty; I can complain all I want that I don’t get enough of this encouragement from the people around me. Then I try and recall the last time I gave that same encouragement to others and I couldn’t. Oops.

Feeling this lull in energy I went back and read what former Indianapolis Colts Head Coach Tony Dungy says in his book, Quiet Strength. The Super Bowl champ drilled these principles into the Tampa Bay Buccaneers—a horrible team he took over in the 90’s.

• Be a pro
• Act like a champion
• Respond to adversity; don’t react
• Be on time. Being late means either it’s not important to you or you can’t be relied upon
• Execute. Do what you’re supposed to do when you’re supposed to do it ALL THE TIME
• Take ownership
• Whatever it takes. No excuses, no explanations

If you do these things consistently, the encouragement will come. If you build people up, you’ll be built up. If you listen more carefully and do less reacting, you can have a positive impact.

Talent is God-given; be thankful
Praise is man-given; be humble
Conceit is self-given; be careful ~ Dave Driscoll

And so, despite the sputtering, I press forward remembering that God has placed me exactly where I am for a reason. It’s up to me to execute. Whatever it takes. No excuses, no explanations. Dungy writes, within our spheres of influence at work, in our neighborhoods, in our families He wants us to touch lives wherever He leads us.

With God’s help, we have so much power; power to change the course of someone’s day, week, month, or life. Use that power wherever you are whether you’re going full speed or sputtering into the New Year.

Robertson Is Wrong

Posted in Uncategorized on January 14, 2010 by curtharding

Christianity; I chose it because it spoke truth to me. As strange as some Bibilical stories sound, as difficult as it is to follow what happened, when it happened, who it happened to, and why it matters now, I feel in my heart that it’s the truth.

After becoming a father I felt it even more strongly. I now understand what it means to love unconditionally. The thought that God feels that way about me warms me to the soul. Knowing what Jesus did for me is bigger than words can describe.

Faith also tells me that God is not angry. To believe that He is angry would mean that what Jesus did was not enough. To believe that God is angry is to not have belief at all. With all of his religious training and professed belief, Pat Robertson just doesn’t get it.

Before the dust could even settle on the horrible tragedy unfolding in Haiti, Robertson told his 700 Club audience that Haiti “swore a pact with the devil” to become free of the French therefore, in effect, they’re cursed. The earthquake is God’s wrath.

Forget for a moment that Mr. Robertson is confused about real history; he is doing a disservice to Christianity. He is slapping faith in the face. His program airs in 95% of the TV markets in this country. It is viewed in more than 70 foreign languages. It can be seen in more than 200 countries and is accessible by more than 1.5 billion people around the globe.

People look to religious leaders for comfort and solace, guidance and perspective during times of tragedy. In this case Robertson provided none of that. When he makes these outlandish comments he turns more people away from the faith than he does towards it.

So I say with respect, Mr. Robertson please reconsider what it is you think you know. The fact that you’re also asking for money for relief efforts means nothing—nothing if you can’t represent the faith when people need it most.

How much more good could you have done if you had looked into the camera and told your expansive audience, “It is natural to question God. We don’t know why things happen on our dangerous planet but faith tells us to trust God. Know that He is weeping today and draw closer to Him.”

Mr. Robertson, people are hurting, tens of thousands are dead. You have been blessed with a large stage and you’re abusing it.

Donald Miller writes: an appropriate response to Haiti:

“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.”

Amen.

Lost Connections

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2010 by curtharding

As connected as we are today, ever notice how disconnected we’ve become?

I was saddened recently by a tiny article that appeared in a Detroit paper. The headline read: FORMER TIGER DEAD AT 50.
I didn’t know Frank Williams, in fact I barely remember him. He only pitched for Detroit during one season, the dreadful 1989 team that lost more than 100 games and finished in last place.

What’s heartbreaking is how lost he was before his death. Williams was an orphan who grew up in foster homes in Seattle. Despite his rough start and the immense odds, his powerful right arm carried him all the way to the big leagues. He earned more than a million dollars in a relatively short career, but by the time he died all of his money was gone. He wound up a street-level addict, bouncing around homeless shelters and detox centers. It sounds like a movie, only this story has no happy ending. Dead at 50—lost long before that.

How does this happen? Did people simply stop caring about him?

Despite all of today’s technology designed to connect us, we’re as disconnected as ever. Imagine how many Frank Williams’ there are out there—people who never pitched at Tiger Stadium; never had thousands of fans cheering for them; never struck out some of the world’s greatest athletes. Just faces in the crowd, people on the street.

My faith tells me that God cares deeply for each and every person. He created us with unique gifts that we must discover and use. I believe that He knocked on Frank Williams’s door often. I’m not sure if Frank ever answered.

What if we made it a point this year to be more connected with people? What if we asked someone how they’re doing and meant it? What if we listened more carefully, seized the opportunity and made a difference? Your brother may need you; your husband; your wife; a friend. Or maybe it’s you. The lost can be found. It only takes one to reach one.

I wonder what it was like for Frank. Imagine lying on the floor of a homeless shelter, feeling sicker than you’ve ever felt, recalling the days when you put on a baseball uniform. The fresh air, green grass, and blue skies—the look on that boy’s face when you tossed a ball to him. And then you pass out.

Life is so precious. Our time here so short. How about a new challenge? To watch for those who are lost; to find them; to answer that knocking door.

What is Success?

Posted in Uncategorized on January 5, 2010 by curtharding

Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value. – Albert Einstein

Recently I left a meeting in New York shaking my head. I was pitching a story idea to a major national magazine. The story is about a prominent top executive of one of the largest corporations in America. As a ten year boy, his family arranged for him to escape communist Cuba and begin a new life in America. It would be four years before his mother, father, and sister gained legal passage to the U.S. This boy was sent to a foreign country scared and alone. The obstacles he overcame to get an education, build a career and a life in the states are truly remarkable.

I was passionate about this story. I looked the managing editor in the eye describing in full detail why this tale had to be told and why her magazine should be the one to tell it. I was dismissed in under 5 seconds. The editor said, “Good story, but seriously…who is he and who cares? You got anything else?”

After the meeting I sat down in the middle of busy Columbus Circle. The forever constant big-city noises faded into the background. I watched people hustling along, cell phones in hand, ipods in ear; people to see places to go. And I thought… who am I? Who is that girl…that guy? Who is anybody? And who cares?

As people, we judge others by some definition of success that comes from who knows where. Is Tiger Woods a success? Was Elvis? How about Britney or Michael Jackson? Would you trade lives with them?

The world saw actor Michael J Fox as a huge success. He rose to fame playing Alex P. Keaton on the sitcom Family Ties and starred in the blockbuster Back to the Future trilogy, by all accounts Fox had it all.

Now suffering from Parkinson’s disease, Fox writes in his memoir, Lucky Man that at the height of his popularity he lived a sheltered, narrow existence fueled by fear made livable by insulation, isolation, and self-indulgence.

Then he says something that is truly incredible:

If you were to rush into this room right now and announce that you had struck a deal-with God, Allah, Buddha, Christ, Krishna, Bill Gates, whomever—in which the ten years since my diagnosis could be magically taken away, traded in for ten more years as the person I was before—I would, without a moment’s hesitation, tell you to take a hike.

Wow.

I’m not big on resolutions, but I will make this the year that I discover more about myself; about the way I measure success; about the way I judge others. It shouldn’t take a life-threatening illness before we sit down, let the forever constant noises around us fade into the background, and realize that our definition of success matters as does the journey towards it.

What is your definition of success? Have you reached it?

2010: A Light Year

Posted in Uncategorized on December 29, 2009 by curtharding


If you’re reading this you should know that this is your year.
Excuses have been deleted from your contacts list, unfriended from your Facebook. This is your time. What would you like to do better in 2010? If you’re reading this then you woke up this morning. You’ve been given a gift greater than any you recently unwrapped. You’ve been given a chance.

These excuses how they’re so familiar
They’ve kept me small
They’ve kept me blocked
They’ve kept me safe inside my shell

~Excuses, Alanis Morissette

You can’t wait any longer. The time is now. Who cares how long you’ve put it off or that you’ve failed in the past? If you enter a dark room and turn on the light, does it matter that the room was dark for a month, a year, or a thousand years? No. What matters is that it’s light now.

Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights

~Excuses, Alanis Morissette

There’s a line in the movie The Golden Child: “You Americans.. so much power and so little understanding of what to do with it.” I believe this to be true of all people. We underestimate all that we can do. Charles Stanley writes, Even the angels stand in awe at what God has made available to you, placed in you, and provided for you.

If you ignore that as “Sunday morning talk” then you’ll miss your year – again.


2010 can be the year; the year you discovered your God-given talents. The year you stopped and asked Him for directions. The year you declared “These excuses have kept me small, kept me blocked, kept me safe inside my shell.”

It’s dark in that shell isn’t it?

Thoughts From Mt. Crumpit

Posted in Uncategorized on December 23, 2009 by curtharding


One day I awoke feeling as though I was high atop Mount Crumpit. I stared down from my cave with a sour, Grinchy frown. My shoes tightened around my toes as I stood in the snow hating what I saw below; my daughters are growing up too fast

Megan and Emily haven’t quite reached ten, yet they’re turning into young ladies before my eyes. The very thought of this made me turn green. My eyes started to yellow, my pupils turned red. I growled, my new grinch fingers nervously drumming, “I must stop this whole thing! I must stop them from growing, but how?”

Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny have all been exposed. After only a few years of playing significant roles in the fantasy that is childhood, their runs are nearly over. I can’t protect them from disappointment. I can’t shield them from truth. The magic has passed.

“Now that they’re growing I know just what they’ll do,” I snarled with a sneer.
“They’ll stop believing in castles…
They’ll question their prayers…
They’ll stress over clothes….over makeup…and hair…
They’ll worry about grades, their future, and all the boys BOYS BOYS BOYS!”

After puzzling and puzzling ’till my puzzler was sore, I thought of something I hadn’t before…

Though no one quite knows the reason…
my heart for my girls grows with each season…

It’s nobody’s fault and there’s no one to blame…
they’ll grow, and they’ll grow, and they’ll grow just the same…

No reason to be sad, sour, or sore…
as great as they are, they’ll become so much more…

And what happened then…? Well…I can honestly tell you…
I gained the strength of TEN DADDYS…plus two!

I love you Emily and Megan. Slow down if you can.