Why Chaplains Go Too

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Yes, Chaplains really did hit the beaches on D-Day. Of course they were there for religious reasons- they brought faith and sacrament into hell hoping to usher souls into the afterlife. Their blood stained alters were as sacred as any other, for any space where life enters and leaves this this world is holy.
 
But there is more to it than that; Chaplains are called to this side of the grave as much as the other. Our purpose here and now.
 
As for me, I am going to keep heading into work to comfort the hurting and share peace with the sick.
 
But I’m also going to keep going to work because that is where the team is going and I serve them as much as I serve our patients.
 
The nurses, providers, specialized therapists, and techs are all my parishioners. Even those who have different faiths and spiritual perspectives. There is no greater honor than to serve these servants, to bless these hands, and comfort these souls.
 
The days ahead will be long for frontline healthcare teams, first responders, public safety and other civil servants. They will be worn thin, driven tired, and run toward things everyone else is running from. My job is to remind them that they are human, care for their minds and souls, and watch the horizon so they can watch their work.
 
If you are one of these and we come across one another in our duties, remember that I’m not your Sunday School Teacher- I’m not there to proselytize or tell you to watch your f$ckin mouth. But, I will always look you in the eye and let you keep it real.
 
Love,
Your Chap

Take Captive Your Thoughts

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I received a great deal of positive feedback from my post on IFS yesterday, so I decided I would share another simple tool from my toolbox. This one comes from a much more well known and commonly used theory: Cognitive Behavioral. This model is significantly broader than IFS and its history goes back considerably longer. Some even trace its roots back to ancient philosophy. It dovetails well with religious thought too. The Apostle Paul, for example, would have made a great CBT therapist as he repeatedly tells his audience, “take captive every thought!”
 
I am going to simplify the CBT theory drastically for the purpose of practicality. But, the gist of it is this: our thoughts, feelings, and behaviors are intertwined with one another. With this theory, mental health is improved by challenging and changing unhelpful cognitive distortions. The illustration of dominos I have included is rudimentary, but I hope it helps as a visual. Of note, the process is not quite so linear and sometimes moves more freely.
 
The first domino is a precipitating event. For example, as we were scrolling Facebook a few days ago our eyes caught a news story: “President Declares a National State of Emergency.” Immediately following was what felt like a flood of thoughts and emotions. These probably happened so fast that we experienced them as simultaneous. In fact, it might have happened so fast that our reaction felt automatic. But, if we pause and go back, we will discover that each is distinct. The goal is to separate them out and examine them openly. At first this is a slow and clunky process, but with practice it can happen in real time.
 
Here is a real example from my life
👉 Event: I went to the store yesterday to purchase food for my child who has several food allergies only to find many items gone.
👉 Thoughts: “Everything is gone! My son won’t have anything to eat. There are no alternatives. How can people be so selfish?!
👉 Feelings: Helplessness, fear, panic, anger…
👉 Actions: Luckily in this instance I had awareness and felt my body respond, so I was able to go back through the dominos and examine my thoughts (had I not been mindful, my actions could have been an outward display of anger toward others).
👉 Examined thoughts: “well, actually there is some stuff left and we do have more at home. I guess he has enough for right now. Worst case, we can ask for help or think of other alternatives. I guess everyone is feeling a little on edge. I bet folks with less resources are pretty scared.” (notice that a lot of my initial thoughts included fallacious absolutes, blaming, and all or nothing thinking)
👉 Outcome: Inner peace (bonus: I’m not arrested for getting into a fistfight at the grocery store)
 
Inside each of our brains is a little almond shaped mass called the amygdala. The amygdala is part of our limbic system and plays a major roll in our emotional response. Its primary function is to keep us safe from real or perceived threats. When we are going for a walk in the woods and a bear jumps out, the amygdala lights up and flips the switch for the response commonly referred to as “fight or flight.” Our brains are filled with cortisol and adrenaline and other helpful super fuel. Our eyes dilate, our pulse quickens, our palms sweat. Our physical bodies are literally better prepared to run or fight. And this is really handy when a bear jumps out. Not so much when Fry’s is out of gluten free oatmeal…
 
The goal with CBT is to move information from our amygdala up to our prefrontal cortex. This is the part of our brains that processes and sorts information. It is the thinking center that is better equipped to anticipate outcomes and predict the consequences of our behaviors. The more we practice mindfulness the more synapses are built to route information in that direction. Essentially, we can build a super highway that automatically moves information to these advanced reasoning centers. When we do this we discover more inner peace because our brains aren’t being basked in hormones.
 
One final note: Our thoughts are deeply impacted by our core beliefs. Our beliefs about ourselves, other people, and the world around us. One of my core beliefs is that people are essentially good. I believe that all persons are made in the image of our creator and thus worthy of love and compassion. If your core belief is that people are wicked and unlovable you might find it very difficult to find peace no matter how you choose to pursue mental health. Be excellent to each other.

Internal Dialogue

650338 I had a tremendous breakthrough in my own therapeutic process when I was introduced to Internal Family Systems therapy. The shift I experienced was momentous and the healing I found was almost supernatural. Obviously, I cannot condense an entire theory into a single post or substitute the benefits of regular practice, but perhaps I can give you a small gift for your own journey.

Richard Schwartz developed IFS therapy in the 1980s based on his background with systems theory. In short, he described the “internal dialog” within our consciousness as subpersonalities or “parts” (if it helps, think of Pixar’s Inside Out). Schwartz broke these personifications down into different types that he called “Exiles, Managers, and Firefighters.” Our Exiles are the parts associated with shame, fear, etc. The Managers are the parts that attempt to preemptively protect us and the Firefighters are the parts that engage when the exiles start to speak up.
The theory itself has way more depth and includes a “true self” and other important components, but I’m going to skip to the end of the lesson here and get right to the practical. In essence, the take away is that we all have parts and under different scenarios they each respond in different ways.

Right now there is a worldwide shared experience in the COVID-19 pandemic. Each of us has observed a variety of ways different people respond to this stimuli. Panic, stoicism, greed, compassion, generosity, and everything in between. Now, imagine your internal system as a microcosm of this external system. For some of us, our various parts are working overtime. Our internal dialog is running at peak capacity and we can feel the fatigue in our bodies. One component of self-care is slowing this dialog through listening to our various parts. We cannot actually get rid of any of them, so a path toward mental health is hearing them out with empathy and gratitude.

I begin by thanking my Managers and Firefighters. My Managers are quite adept at gaining information; they love data and knowledge and they are soothed by having answers and a plan. My firefighters are helpful too. Although sometimes they are impulsive, drink too much, or create messes in my relationships. Nonetheless, I spend some time checking in with them to reassure them that “we” are going to be okay. If I don’t take this step, I never get to my Exiles because they are often scared and hiding.

Honestly, this crisis hasn’t really affected me much. My Manager parts do the research, collect the data, and take precautions. When directed in healthy ways, my Firefighters offer comic relief and energize some great workouts. And right now my Exiles are doing ok; I grew up in the woods where social isolation was normative. When we were snowed in and the power was out, we were prepared. It meant family time and togetherness. I actually have fond memories associated with hunkering down.

But what about people with different experiences? What if their experiences of isolation meant hunger due to poverty, violence due to others whose Firefighters are amped up, loneliness, pain, or some other negative happening? This is what you and I can see in the behaviors of others. We don’t know their story. The guy hoarding is doing so because his system is fearful, not because he is an awful, selfish person. The woman yelling at the cashier is in survival mode. Her firefighters are desperate to protect the system at all costs.

If you’re experiencing a lot of overwhelming feelings right now take a moment to check in with your parts. Be curious, not accusatory (shame never, ever produces fruit). Thank your Managers and Firefighters and then reassure them that it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Lovingkindness begins with you and moves outward.

Let Us Play Music

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There is a scene in the movie Titanic where a quintet continues playing as the chaos ensues all around them. As they conclude a haunting rendition of “Nearer, My God To Thee,” the violinist turns to his comrades and says, “Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight.” It is a moving scene not only because it juxtaposes peace against fear and faith alongside uncertainty, but also because it is based on true story. Wallace Hartley, Georges Krins, Roger Bricoux, and Theodore Brailey were all real men who performed this heroic act in real life.

In the book “The Band That Played On: The Extraordinary Story of the 8 Musicians Who Went Down with the Titanic,” Biographer Steve Turner shares many fantastic details of this heroic act of beauty. One of the most outstanding is that Wallace (the leader of this quintet) had previously shared with a friend that if ever he were on a sinking ship he would choose to play “Oh God, Our Help in Ages Past” or “Nearer, My God To Thee,” Thus, he knew the risk and had already resolved to hold peace and hope. Historians account that he was known for stating that music is a bigger weapon for stopping disorder than anything on Earth. I believe he was right.

In times of chaos and panic we do not have the choice of opting out; not choosing is also a choice. Stoicism, comic relief, faith, anger, mockery, are all choices. Frankly, it doesn’t matter if the ship is going down or not. We do not have the option of being separate from the whole. I’ll be honest, part of me wants to disengage and wash my hands of it, but I will not. I wish it were as uncomplicated as having the data and simply educating others, but it is not.

Fear that is based on unreal threats is no less real than fear that is warranted. Read that again. You might be like me; baffled by the behavior of those around you, trying to make sense of the lack of common sense. Or you might currently feel terror, hopelessness, and panic. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum. Wherever we land, we have a responsibility to one another.

Some of us want off ship and some of us are not so sure its going down. If you want off, please make your way safely to the life boats in an orderly fashion. Mind your step, don’t cut the line. If you are staying, let us play music.

No One Wants to Read a Quitter’s AAR

It all lined up perfectly; today is the anniversary of one of my grandfather’s deaths. Next week’s GORUCK Memorial Day HTL is being held in San Diego, where my other grandfather spent his final days and is buried. Both men were World War Two veterans. I was going to wear their dog tags as tribute, hoping that at some point in the small hours their heroism would inspire me to press through the dreaded dark night of the soul. I was already working though my rhapsodic ballad to tell the tale.
 
But, I quit.
And no one wants to read a quitter’s AAR.
 
The military uses the After Action Review to analyze an event. The purpose is to determine what happened, why it happened, and how it can be done better in the future. It is a straight forward, no bullshit process utterly unconcerned about a person’s ego and feelings. It takes extraordinary vulnerability because participants have to name where they messed up and let the team down.
 
While no one wants to read a quitter’s AAR, it’s probably one worth reading.
 
That’s the first problem with how I was going into this thing. My romanticized vision of how I would reflect on the event was absolute crap. I wanted the tale more than the event and that’s a major red flag. The reality of the event is 48 hours of misery; wet, frigid, sandy hell. Cute stories don’t keep anyone going through what this weekend has in store.
 
I think this is what separates people who finish from people who quit. People who succeed might visualize the prize, but they are acutely aware of the work too. They can envision the tough parts of the journey and have realistic solutions for overcoming obstacles. They know that they will fall to the level of their training, so they put in the work.
 
A year and a half ago I injured my ankle. It took me off my feet for months. It was a lonely, depressing time of solitude. I rehabbed back into action, but never made it 100% The last 20 months have been a roller-coaster for my health; times of solid training and good choices along with times of poor choices and lazy behaviors.
 
I did train for next weekend, but not well. I could have slowly and consistently trained and avoided injury. Instead, I was sporadic and aggressive. If I missed a day, I would work twice as hard the next. If I ate crap food, I’d punish myself with extra miles. Somewhere along the way I lost the heart of it. I knew better, but I did it anyway. It was a cyclical web and I trapped myself. In the end, the unavoidable happened; I reinjured my ankle. Not bad, but bad enough that I know I couldn’t complete the HTL. And even if I could manage to push my body through, I am way too far up in my head to finish mentally.
 
So if an AAR is to state what happened, why it happened, and how it can be done better, let me be direct:
I quit. I quit because I got injured. I got injured because I focused only on the finish line instead of the road in front of me, didn’t stay vulnerable with good accountability, and I wasn’t smart or consistent with my training.

Dont Wait For Them to Choose

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The way I have often told the story is that upon completion of my social work degree, the economy promptly collapsed and there was limited work in my field. This, I say, is what led me to taking the delivery job for the next several years. This version of the story isn’t exactly a lie, but it isn’t quite the full truth either. The economy did indeed collapse and jobs in the human services were scarce.

But, what I have often left off is that I was dismissed from the social work job I already had. I had also intended to go on to graduate school and pursue licensure. In fact, I applied to several graduate schools on multiple occasions and was denied over and over.

If there were social work jobs in my city, I certainly wasn’t applying for them because I felt like an utter failure and couldn’t stand the thought being rejected by anything or anyone else. I spent the next few years sulking and playing it safe.

There was nothing innately wrong with the delivery job; I was grateful and humbled to have it. It just wasn’t my calling. And I knew it. Yet, I simply did not have the courage to step out.

I felt called into ministry long before I pursued it vocationally. For months I felt the tension, knowing that I was being a coward. Until one day my boss called me into his office. The economy had really bottomed out and times were tough. He decided to let someone go and somehow he knew it was supposed to be me.

This time I felt absolute relief; someone else had made the tough decision for me. Out of work and with nothing to lose, I applied to seminary. I was accepted, but I was in over my head. It was hard. Really hard. And I worked my butt off. I had to grow and stretch in many ways because I was accustomed to playing it safe. I had tremendous self doubt, but I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I also had people who believed in me and affirmed me even though I didn’t quite believe in myself. In the end, this high school dropout finished.

I went on to complete a second masters, get ordained, obtain board certification, and land a job as a senior chaplain. My community continued to affirm and love me with unconditional love. They gave me incredible opportunities to grow and they trusted me to be great.

Eventually, I started to trust them too. I stepped into my calling. I took a chance on myself and owned it. I fail. I fail a lot, but I also succeed. I’m a great chaplain. And a great husband and father, even when I blow it.

Someone reading this is playing it safe. You are taking something good in place of something great because you are afraid. I don’t know if it’s because someone once told you that you’re not good enough or that you’re too much, but I want you to know that you can jump. You don’t have to wait for someone else to make the decision for you. You won’t make every shot you take, but one thing is certain: you’ll miss every one that you don’t. Go get some.

It Is All About The People

I recently returned from a two-week vacation abroad. The trip itself was marvelous; my wife and I were fortunate enough to visit several countries and receive world class service that caused us to emanate gratitude throughout each day. Even now, I am astonished when I reflect on the experience. Which got me to thinking, was it all by chance or something far more intentional, calculated, predictable even?

At one time the buzzword was satisfaction. Recently, the concept of customer experience is more in vogue. As a student of social psychology and human behavior, I have found myself drawn to this research throughout my professional career. Other business leaders including marketing professionals, sales persons, and executives have long been interested in the intersection between psychology and commerce as well. One of the reasons why so many are interested in this topic is there is a lot of money to be made by understanding how people operate. While the enrichment of community is enough for me, the fact is that strong persons and strong communities mean strong financial gains and this often catches the attention of even the most avaricious of scrooges.

Before I go any further, I want to address something important. Some rightfully have a concern about the ethics of leveraging the power of persuasion to close a sale or turn a profit. I share many of these concerns. However, I am convinced that the innate value in customer experience is often more valuable than the primary goods and services originally exchanged.

I will give you an example. Every year my wife and I go to Ruth’s Chris for our anniversary. The food at Ruth’s Chris is excellent quality; there are large portions, they have top grade beef, and the chefs prepare the food with great skill. I have never had a meal there that I did not enjoy, but that is not why my wife and I return to Ruth’s Chris year after year. The service is impressive as well; the servers are personable, yet respectful and every employee is attentive to the customer, but we do not return to Ruth’s Chis year after year for the service either. We return year after year because we know that we will reconnect, laugh together, and have a great time. We go because the experience strengthens our marriage and this is worth more than anything on the menu. Does Ruth’s Chis profit from this? Absolutely. Do they attempt to sell us a more expensive bottle of wine because we are celebrating? You bet, but the experience is invaluable.

I began this post with a rhetorical question about whether or not our experience as we traveled to and throughout Europe was intentional. Of course it was! The trip began with a flight out of San Francisco aboard a Virgin Atlantic aircraft. Although we traveled economy class, we were immediately impressed with the company. The plane was clean, comfortable, and well designed, entertainment choices were top notch, and the service was impeccable. Even when one of our bags didn’t make it through our transfer in London, I never stopped being impressed with this company and here’s why: I was treated relationally with dignity and respect. The customer service representative demonstrated legitimate empathy and worked hard to correct something outside of her control. I have flown with many other companies and I can tell you that I would happily pay a premium for the Virgin Atlantic experience again. This is not an accident. The company has invested greatly in leadership development and creating key performance indicators focused on their customers.

Our flight with Virgin Atlantic was great, but the river cruise we took with AmaWaterways was outstanding. To be fair, these companies had two very different roles in our vacation. Nonetheless, both are the embodiment of service excellence. As a premier luxury cruise line, AmaWaterways goes out of their way to create unforgettable experiences. In this arena, luxury is so ingrained that it has become rudimentary. If you are familiar with the kano-model, luxury and customer service are “basic expectations” aboard AmaWaterways ships. For this reason, they invest heavily in “satisfiers” and “delighters.”

I’ll give you just one example: my wife has many dietary restrictions, which greatly limit our dining options when we away from home. Many companies have graciously set aside options for customers like my wife, but the crew aboard AmaWaterways ships go well beyond simply meeting my wife’s dietary needs. Both times we have cruised with AmaWaterways, the chef and maitre d’ have personally come to our table to ensure that my wife had appropriate options at each meal and that her dining experience was just as exceptional as the other guest’s.

One of the coolest things about customer experience is that the principles can be applied to every industry, not just the obvious ones like hospitality. I currently work in multiple sectors including healthcare, residential property management, and education. Customer experience is important in all of these because the common thread in all of them is people.

A patient and their family expect competent, best-practice medicine when they are in the hospital. The delighter is when the nurse sits at the bedside to comfort and pray with the patient. Apartment residents expect clean, safe units and respectful service. The delighter is when the management company has placed a team within the community whose specific role is to build relationships and live life with others. Students expect to learn about a specific subject and gain the knowledge to pass exams. The delighter is when their professor comes alongside and seeks to understand their unique perspective so that the knowledge can become wisdom. Simply put, regardless of what you do for a job, if you make people your vocation you will be successful. Our entire economy is built upon human relationships, so it is no wonder that when we build humans our economy grows.

I will close with a quote from our ship’s captain because he said it best on the last day of our cruise: “All this luxury really means nothing; after a while you get used to it. The crew is what you will remember.”

Excellence

My wife and I have long used the word excellence as the standard, or at least the goal, of our relationship, parental efforts, and work. Doing so has not come without complications however. The word itself is complex, nuanced, and carries abundant social connotation. Using the word excellence to describe one’s life is often met with a bit of cynical judgment. To be fair, it is a rather lofty statement. In modern English excellence is synonymous with superiority, brilliance, supremacy, and other seemingly pretentious notions. In this way, excellence is mixed up with self-glorification and condescension toward others. Nonetheless, we have stuck with the word and, more importantly, the pursuit.

I have wanted to breakdown and articulate what we mean when we say we are pursuing excellence for some time. When the senior leaders of the organization I recently partnered with, Apartment Life, announced that excellence is the theme for 2019, I decided this is an excellent time to take a shot.

I think the miscommunication about excellence comes in through semantics and how language is used. The word itself originates from the Latin roots ex, meaning out beyond, and celsus, which means high and lofty. In other words, the root basically means, “out front and proud of it!” The problem is that we have borrowed much of our meaning from ancient Greek philosophy.

For the Greeks, excellence was associated with virtue. It is thus something we practice or strive for, rather than something we are. It makes much more sense to state that it is something we are becoming. The Greeks used the word Arete, which is a concept to describe the fulfillment of purpose. The reason we cannot technically be excellent is because it has no precise measurement. For example, we call a person brave when she acts with bravery, even though that act of courage is not scalable to all of humankind. The point is that excellence is indeed obtainable and many are able to put it into practice. This is important because it clarifies that excellence is not perfection, which is unachievable.

A great example I have heard is in regard to athletics. We call a person who regularly trains to run races a runner. This person who commits him or herself to the sport practices and strives everyday so that he or she can compete. On the day the race comes, say our runner falls ill and performs poorly. She or he is no less a runner than if she had taken gold. We would not bar this person from ever racing again and, more importantly, we wouldn’t suggest that he or she is not excellent at the sport based on one race. So it is with applying excellence to our everyday lives. It is a practice that we pursue and a description of our best.

Part of why I prefer the Greek meaning to the Latin root is that I don’t believe that my win necessarily means another’s loss. When we speak of excellence, we are not simply referring to our position relative to others. While it is true that the aptitude and proficiency of others gives us reference and scale, excellence is about our own independent actions. With that said, others can play an important role in our excellence. Others become our coaches, champions, and accountability. And sometimes, they can even be our competitors.

While competitors are not necessary for us to have excellence, it can be motivating to have them on our tail. To hear their steps and breath propels us forward. I personally want others right up at the front with me because they become a reminder that I’m on the right track. They also provide community and fellowship. As they give their best, they hold me accountable to giving my best. Excellence is thus about integrity as well.

I would be remiss if I did not mention one final thought regarding excellence and my spirituality. For as much as the Christian tradition uses the word excellence, it is surprising to me that the Greek word Arete is pretty rare in scripture. It shows up a few times in 1 and 2 Peter and then once in Philippians. The beautiful thing about the Philippians reference is that is lands right in the middle of chapter 4 during the exhortation which ends with “…Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”

Excellence is not arrogance; it is the practice of living out our calling. Excellence takes focus and effort, but it also takes grace and humility. It need not be doggedly pursued to utter exhaustion. Rather, it is one bold step at a time down a path of growth. As you walk this path, may you be blessed and may you become a stronger, braver you.

 

Getting Ahold of Your Fears

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If you follow my posts on social media, you probably saw at least one or two pictures of my recent encounters with some scorpions. If you’re a long time resident or native of the desert, you might be rolling your eyes at this quirky hillbilly who keeps behaving like a tourist. Maybe you’re wondering why I have this new silly fascination in the first place.

First off, poke fun all you like. I don’t cut slack to all the flatlanders who check every tree for bears and who are enamored with snow either, so I’m good with being the foreigner who sometimes mistakenly calls a single cactus a cacti and takes pictures of common pests.

Second, there is a specific reason for my scorpion fascination and I think it makes a great blog topic. When I first told others I was moving to the valley, many of them brought up one of two things: heat or scorpions. For whatever reason, my announcement incited their almost automatic warning about these two things. I heard these cautions so much that I actually began to feel a bit of angst and I was even inclined to read about desert survival. Of course, heat and scorpions exist everywhere I have lived, but I still developed some trepidation.

There are a few primary ways we can approach fear or things unknown. We can freeze and let them have their way with us, we can run away and hide, or we can confront them head-on with boldness. As a person who lived with debilitating anxiety for many years, I am committed to the latter. In short, I have gone on my little scorpion hunting expeditions specifically because they made me uneasy. I purposely exposed myself to these creatures, not just to desensitize myself, but also so that I could learn about them.

I do this sort of thing frequently, actually. For example, scuba diving when I felt queasy around open water, skydiving when I was uncomfortable with heights, spelunking to move past a fear of enclosed spaces, and actually doing that GORUCK even though I might have failed in front of men whom I respected. You’ll notice this last one isn’t a specific phobia, but actually a fear of vulnerability, which is probably my biggest fear of all.

Believe it or not, social interaction used to be very troubling to me. Not only was I absolutely terrified of public speaking, even a simple one on one conversation would cause my heart to pound and my stomach to turn. At the most difficult point of my teens, my doctor prescribed several medications to help quiet my overwhelmed mind. As an adult, I still confront this old beast, but I have since become familiar with him and I am no longer afraid. Just to be sure, I choose a path surrounded by others full of public speaking to help bolster my courage.

Real talk, those are the easy ones…

Other major points in my life when I have intentionally faced off with myself include reading parts of the Qur’an and going to a mosque when I realized I feared Muslims and attending an all-black church when some friends brought some blindspots to my attention.

My point is that when we shine light into darkness, it loses its power over us. If you are angered by a republican, might I suggest taking him to lunch. If you are disgusted by your gay neighbor, maybe its time for a pride parade. If you’re a vegan, ask a hunter about his hunting trip. Go ahead and attend a fiesta, or a Hanukkah celebration, or spend some time with children, or older adults. Whatever your growing edge is, go there and confront the darkness!

(Social) Media Matters

Several months ago I took to Twitter and pitched a softball to the marketing, Commerce, and tourism departments of several communities. I simply asked, “what are the top 5 reasons for a young, ambitious family to move to ___.” Only one community played along. That little tweet ultimately helped us decide that Gilbert is a good fit for us.

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For the last several years I have been working in Kingsport, TN and during my time here I have gotten to know many of the people who work for the city and our chamber. One of my favorite things about this community is how much the people here love their city. This is what prompted me to send that first tweet. I wanted to live somewhere like Kingsport.

I started following the social media of Gilbert back in May. I’ve seen their creativity, compassion, and sincere effort to serve their community members. It may seem crazy to choose a city based on something as silly as a tweet, but really it is based on the things we have seen since…

So, here are the top 5 reasons why we picked you, Gilbert:

1. It is important to us that our city is engaged and proactive.

2. It is important to us that our city remains relevant, willing to adapt, and enjoyable.

3. It is important to us that our tax dollars go toward a strong infrastructure as well as improving lives.

4. It is important to us that our city will partner with us in business and nurture the soil so that we can grow together.

5. It is important to us that our city is a place where our children can thrive.

We think you have these things to offer us and we are excited about the future. Let’s do great things together!