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Dale Caldwell Entrepreneur Zones Go Garden Statewide
New Jersey is blessed with one of the most public spirited public servants in the person of its new Lieutenant Governor Dale Caldwell. For the past three decades, Dale has labored actively and creatively to eradicate poverty in distressed areas employing the tools of education and business. Founder of the education-enhancing Dale Caldwell Foundation – promoter of family business as director the Rothman Institute of Innovation and Entrepreneurship – Co-director (with this writer) of the Prometheus Social Enterprise Awards – Pastor of Covenant United Methodist Church – President of Centenary University – and, for the past four years founding director of the Entrepreneur Zones Movement – just name not even a third of his service projects.
It has been my privilege to serve on the board of Dale’s Entrepreneur Zones (EZones) Movement and witness the gathering momentum provided from talented coaches and dedicated social entrepreneurs across the nation. Now, in his position as Lieutenant Governor, Dale brought on board the power of the state, its agencies, and a team of markedly experienced staff members. Our first meeting literally surged with hope, energy, and practical solutions for developing several impoverished areas in New Jersey. Yes, this is your government at work – for the betterment
Stocking Stuffer Alert
Bart Jackson offers a most timely perspective on the world’s most timeless and influential individual. His New Book Holy Christ It Works – A Practical Message From a Carpenter’s Son places the Gospel of Jesus Christ on a scale of personal value and lets you discover if there lie any real benefits in following the way of life this man offers. What better gift this season for yourself and beloved friends this season of joy and reflection.
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Books Are The Best Gifts – especially this one.
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On A Personal Note
On A Personal Note
Better Than We imagine
This past week, Rev. Dave Davis shared a tale of from a local shelter which offered, among other things, clothes to those in need. It was a bustling, busy day. A young lady was helping folks sort though coats of the right sizes that would fit their family’s members. Meanwhile, down the stairs came a man carrying in bags full of new donations from area churches. Then, one elder gentleman, in dilapidated foot coverings that could scarcely be called sandals, came up to our young volunteer and asked if they had any shoes in a man’s size 10. Rummaging around through the shelves, she reported back to the gentleman, “I am so sorry, but all the shoes we have are only for ladies.” At this point, the man toting all the fresh donations broke in, saying, “Oh, wait a moment. That was size 10? I think we have one more sack with men’s stuff in the truck. Let me go check.” And sure enough, the man returned with a sturdy-looking pair that would fit and last well through the upcoming winter. Our young lady was thinking to herself how fortunate things turned out…until she spotted that man who had brought the donations going back up the stairs in his stocking feet.
Later that day, Lorraine and I sat sipping coffee and pondering this marvelous act of generosity. “You know,” my wife said, “I can think of several of our friends who would have instinctively answered that need in exactly the same way.” We thought and began ticking off their names. (I also came up with the two associates who probably would have stolen the elder gentleman’s socks.) But we were surprised and gratified that, yes, at least 10 friends of ours would almost certainly have made that gift. And, if you’re as fortunate as we, I’ll bet five cents of my own money that you can name several such generous friends yourself. There’s more compassion out there than we tend to realize.
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Hip Hip for Valentines Day
One of my ten favorite definitions of love is: that marvelous state of being in which your own well being is dependent on the well being of another. Just think for a moment. Love is probably the only emotion that we deem worthy of its own celebration day. There are no cards sent for Hate or for Anger’s special day. No champagne corks pop for Fear Day. No one gets chocolate in celebration of Greed. (No. Election day does not count.) The reason is markedly simple: we love to love. We love to be loved. And romance, well, it makes us joyfully lose our mind. (Personal examples excluded.)
Those of you who have stumbled across my biography will note that this scribbler’s most prized writings are the poems he has written to his beloved, which stand published on the north wall of our house. So, if you will, allow me to share a brief segment of the Valentine poem, “Fortune Smiles,” penned years ago for my bride…
Love is a chalice
From which each one may sip,
Thereby enriching all.
Hate is a bowl,
In which unfortunate souls wallow
In vain hope of staunching their pain.
The Fates have sent me Sweet Lorraine
My Soul overflows
I have no need of the bowl.
Happy Valentines Day 

