Writer, Church leader, Eccentric Nut, Marketer

I'm Church Leader, Writer, Speaker, Marketer, Kindness Project Founder, Broadcaster and Superhero. But most important I'm a Husband, Father and a worshiper of Jesus.

28 July 2014

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It's time to stop following our dreams.  Now hold your horses.  Hear me out.

I'm pro-dream.  I think we should have a dream.  I think we should have the faith to outwardly move towards a not-yet-seen ideal or goal.  But consider this.

In fact:

What's the difference?  Believe it or not; God is bigger than us.  He's taller.   He's smarter.  He has better foresight.  He has better insight.  He considers more factors.  He's a better life-juggler.  He's the MASTER dreamer with desire to fulfill OUR desires and dreams... if....  and there IS an IF.

Psalm 37: 3-4 says:

Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.
Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

It's interesting how God knows what we really do desire, but He wants us to DESIRE Him first.  But it's better than that.  We GET to trust someone with more wisdom.  We GET to dwell in his good land, enjoying safe pasture.  We GET to delight ourselves in the Lord.   THEN He'll give us the desires of heart.  

Order of operations means something when it comes to our dreams.  Think about it how many Biblical character's stories are, "He went to his high school guidance counselor who performed an aptitude test and set him on his sensible way.  He worked towards that goal and then achieved it. Amen.  Let us pray.



But success always requires man to put down our dreams in favor of God's dreams.  But when they come to pass (and they do) we inevitably discover that the results are better than we could have dreamed for, it's personally MORE satisfying, and all we've had to do was enjoy being with God instead of sweating the small stuff. 

So yes.... let's follow dreams.  But let's get God's dreams and follow those.  They're better.  

18 July 2014

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I've never known how I was gonna get where I'm going but I've always known the path.
I didn't know how I was going to afford to get married in college... but I knew the path.
I didn't know how I was going to get a job that paid apartment rent... but I knew the path.
I didn't know how I was going to get to Africa like that vision in my head... but I knew the path.
I didn't know how I was going to get into ministry like that picture in my mind... but I knew the path.
I didn't know how I was going to afford kids... but I knew the path.
I didn't know how I was going to shape the culture... but I knew the path.
I don't know how I'm going to get through my car repairs, my debt, my next visions, my growing grocery bill, my kids college, my mortgage, my retirement.... but I KNOW the path.

These are not trite religious statements.  They are neither small nor uncommon issues.  They are not easily, carelessly or flippantly stated.  I know WHERE I'm going... generally.  I know THAT I'll get there... in one form or another.  But I've NEVER known how, right up until this very moment thinking about the end of THIS weekend.

It's been 9 months since I left the broadcasting industry which I'd been working professionally in for 15 years and cumulatively for 20 years.  I never did make much money in broadcasting because I always had either a ministry or tent-making mindset. For the non-church folks, tent-making refers to when the Apostle Paul actually used his skills making physical tents in Greece to afford to live and eat while preaching around the countryside.

But just when I won a national radio advertising award and potentially stood to be able to leverage it into enough money where I could "know how" somehow... I was called out into the church.  Another "I don't know how" on my part AND the church's part.  Then I very much wanted to start working freelance using these skills to "know how" somehow.   I finished a GREAT pitch email that still sits in my "drafts" file.  It's not that I won't send it.  It's just that...


OBEDIENCE is "The Path"  

Obedience to God is the path.

Without FAITH, you see, it's actually impossible to please God.  Weird thought isn't it?  You can't fully please God and live a life that fully displays him if you totally know how you're going to get where you're going.

When I didn't know how Krissy and I would be able to afford newlywedhood... we prayed and obeyed and jobs came.   When we didn't know how we'd get to Africa... we prayed and obeyed and the money showed up at the right time from the right person. When we didn't know how we'd ever get to do ministry in a meaningful, culturally significant way... we prayed and obeyed and God orchestrated friends who let us start Freedom House with them. When we didn't know how to see city transformation... we prayed and obeyed and now we just hosted the Transform Your World North American Conference and they are shooting a documentary about Brantford that will be shown across the earth to encourage other cities that a tangible difference IS possible.

I DON'T know how God's gonna save the day today.  Literally.
I DON'T know how he's gonna save the day tomorrow.
I DON'T know how he's going to make my next decade of dreams come true.

As I sit on my porch... I truly don't. 
But I DO know "The Path" and so I have confidence that He WILL get me where I need to go.
 

23 June 2014

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The moment I understood what "serving" God is, was the moment I understood that it wasn't really serving at all.  Accra Ghana 14 years ago in a business meeting, my friend Albert Ocran rebuked one of his whining missionaries saying,

"I am a SLAVE to the CALL of Christ."  

He said it with fire in his eyes and words and I saw "his call" play out voraciously in his life. EVERY day, rain or shine, early morning and late night.  Not because he had to... but because he HAD to.  It BURNED in him. Slave is a hard word but a biblical word. It's "doulos"and it doesn't have much nuance.  It's slave.  Paul didn't have the Road to Damascus smackdown for anything less.  He writes,

"Remember, if you were a slave when the Lord called you, you are now free in the Lord. And if you were free when the Lord called you, you are now a slave of Christ."
1 Cor 7:22

Serious and encompassing?  Yes.  Harsh?  Not as much as it first seems.  John gives us a marvelous insight into God's view of this relationship saying,

"I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn't confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me."
John 15:15

At the cross, Christ bought and conquered our sin that wanted to choke the life out of us.  We've been paid for.  When we, in the freedom we've been mercifully granted, chose to turn over our whole self to God's plans in the spirit of friendship... it's not a passive, balanced, hedged-bet ordeal.  We have a vital role in The Kingdom of God TODAY that will require us to go above and beyond to even approach success in.  And to do that, we don't try to achieve on a higher level of human striving.  Instead, we take our lead from Paul, the man who became a "slave" to his call and... and "die daily"

19 June 2014

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John grew up "Here."  After brushing his teeth and combing his hair a satisfactory number of times, his father an adequate machinist, would tell John stories of "Elsewhere." John loved "Elsewhere" with all his heart. It was a beautiful, storied land with mountains that shone in the morning sunlight and valleys that smelled of sweet alyssum. “Elsewhere,” there were men who loved as he imagined love being. That perfect love that poets wrote idyllic sonnets about. A love that John had grown jealous of, being part of the pedestrian masses subjected to a birth and rearing "Here.”

“Here” was different than “Elsewhere.” The sunsets weren't as a red. It's streets were cracked and too many “Hereians” smoked. Not pipes either. They didn't think twice about it. Monsters really. There were problems “Here’... and “There” too. Sometimes John's Father would take the family stationwagon "There". "There" had a modest mall where John's father could buy camping supplies for their trip “Elsewhere.”  What a trip this would be. At the end of every month, there would be enough money leftover to buy one piece of the expedition gear. A tent here and a Coleman burner there. But the problem with "There," were the “Thereians.” They were a rude and inconsiderate folk who thought only of themselves. John's father was sure that they had never heard of “Elsewhere.” How could they have?  You see, “Elsewhere” was a copious country that the small minds of common “Hereians” and “Thereians” couldn't comprehend.  “Elsewhereians” would never be like that.  

John grew to hate “Here.” And he loathed “There.”

John's father died. It was not a sad story except to say that hard times had hit “Here.” So much so that the tent had been sold to buy stacks of canned corn and the Coleman burner had turned into a side of “There's” finest beef to salt and preserve for the “Hereian” winter. But John's father's death was sad enough that John couldn’t take “Here” any longer.  In the willed-wagon, John began driving for “Elsewhere” without so much as a goodbye, although there were no neighbors he knew well-enough to say goodbye to anyhow.  He cursed “Here” as he sped through town. “I’ll never darken a doorway in 'There' again!" John shouted as he tore a strip down the ordinary “Thereian” streets with “Elsewhere” on his mind.

John drove and drove. The speeding ticket from an unfamiliar land he didn't know existed didn't deter John's zeal for “Elsewhere.” Finally he arrived “Elsewhere.” It felt...

...familiar.

“Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage. Seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.”
Jeremiah ~ 600BC

15 May 2014

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I'm not a "kid" guy.  Well... I didn't used to be at least.   In fact, my son was very close to being the first baby I ever held.  My wife was in the same boat.  We weren't the babysitters, we didn't ooo and ahh over babies or even feel the deep emotions that others seemed to.  I couldn't picture her as a mother and she couldn't see me as a Dad either.  It's not that we didn't want to have kids.  We did.  We just didn't have context for... any of it really.

But for the last 12 years (starting from the moment that God set our kid-world in motion with the words "Life can't be about YOU anymore.  You've gone as far as a life revolving around yourselves can take you") I've been on a steep and harrowing yet gutturally poignant journey into understanding kids, fatherhood, myself AND my Lord on a deeper level than I knew existed. 

The last few weeks I've been pushed to new... and challenging depths.

A few weeks ago we had the extraordinarily talented Jacob Moon tell his family's powerful story at Freedom House.  Unable to conceive a child and, while aching inside, they were invited by Compassion Canada to travel to El Salvador to experience their mission with children.  They almost couldn't do it, but pressed on responsibly.  Divinely, a little girl named Sara attached herself to them and they sponsored her... but the impact ran much deeper.  The love they felt for a child that was not of their own flesh unlocked an incredible chain of events, culminating in the couple adopting two young boys from the CAS system in their hometown... restoring their hope. 

As Jacob told the story of love for, and even sang the song he wrote for Sara, I was convicted heavily about the depth of God's love and the shallowness of mine. My wife and I have sponsored 2 kids through Compassion faithfully for 11 years.  God said, "If you can afford one here, you can afford one there."  He was right.  And we did.   We've never missed a month.  But there are times where we have more month than money.  And my first temptation is the Compassion sponsorships.  I know is sounds awful. It never gets through the first wave of thoughts... but it's there. Sorting through piles of mail the other day, I found more unopened letters from our children than I care to count.

God spoke to me and said, "That's because you've never really let them into your heart."  And he was right.  These are HIS kids that he's entrusted a small portion of parental care and love to ME, to distribute on HIS behalf.  And money is not enough.  To do that... my heart needs to dig deeper than I thought it could go.  How though?  How does one make the heart grow?

On Sunday I looked at a row of little girls in our church seated at the front.  They are there each week and my daughters are a part of this cute little gaggle.  Often I'll see various combinations of them pressing into worship, eyes closed, hands up.  When my daughters aren't in that mix, even if its my friends kids, I'll smile responsibly and be about my business.  I'm not a "kid" guy by nature.  But in 12 years... I've become a MY kid guy.  When MY daughter is worshiping... I can't look away.  It's the GREATEST thing.  MY girl taking steps toward Jesus.  I can't think of another thing I'd want to look at. 

On Sunday God stopped me saying, "That's how I am.  That's how I feel when you worship me.  You are all MY kids."   This may not sound profound, but it IS when it's breathed into life by a loving, patient God who picks his moments.  It felt like 12 years of gracious, parental marinating for a moment where simple truth (that I've heard conceptually a million times) came alive.

I love life.  When you walk with the Lord, he truly never stops guiding you deeper... and deeper... and deeper.  We can and MUST be willing to deepen our love for God and others because there are so many more lessons to learn that we won't have the honor of learning and beauty that won't get to be a participant in if we're hesitant to deeper our love. 


14 April 2014

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Storytelling has been the primary tool of the passage of information, legacy, tradition, custom, and even universal truth throughout the ages.  I've been reading the 1874 classic "The Life of Christ" by Frederic Farrar as the last essay of my 2 year ministry course (It's called Freedom Training Centre if you're interested.) The single most fascinating aspect I found is the fact that it feels like a story being told with the language, poetic flow and flavor of the day.   

It’s as if Farrar was simply doing a writing exercise, that I’ve actually had writing, journalism and broadcast students do before. It’s where you take a familiar text or story and rewrite it using their own language.  History tells me that the book was as popular then as it remains today, but I think today it provides an even greater fascination as you’re given the chance to hear echos of a culture long past… yet strikingly familiar.


One passage that jumped out at me was when describing the young Jesus at the temple:


“Even as there is one hemisphere of the lunar surface on which, in its entirety, no human eye has ever gazed, while at the same time the moon's librations enable us to conjecture of its general character and appearance, so there is one large portion of our Lord's life respecting which there is no full record; yet such glimpses are, as it were, according to us of its outer edge, that from these we are able to understand the nature of the whole. Again, when the moon is in crescent, a few bright points are visible through the telescope upon its unilluminated part; those bright points are mountain peaks, so lofty that they catch the sunlight. One such point of splendour and majesty is revealed to us in the otherwise unknown region of Christ's youthful years, and it is sufficient to furnish us with a real insight into that entire portion of His life. In modern language we should call it an anecdote of the Saviour's confirmation.”  


Not entirely new revelation, just a bit more interesting in the light of our current knowledge that nearly 100 years later, Apollo 8’s astronauts would see the dark side of the moon with their own eyes in '68. In the next chapter, when talking about the little known years of Jesus youthful years in Nazareth


“SUCH, then, is the “solitary floweret out of the wonderful enclosed garden of the thirty years, plucked precisely there where the swollen bud, at a distinctive crisis, bursts into flower.” But if of the first twelve years of His human life we have only this single anecdote, of the next eighteen years of His life we possess no record whatever save such as is implied in a single word. The word occurs in Mark vi. 3: “Is not this the carpenter?”


Farrar’s quote is referencing  Rudolf Stier in his 12 volume work “The words of the Lord Jesus.”  Stier was a German Protestant and Mystic, noted for writing a new edition of Martin Luther's Catechism and a translation of the Bible based on the writings of Luther.  He was another man, telling another story in another era, paying homage to yet ANOTHER era.


But this hasn’t stopped today either.  Let’s even take the scripture that Farrar goes on to extrapolate some deep meaning out of, regarding the early life of Jesus in Mark 6:3.  In 1993, Eugene Peterson turn the Bible world on its head by releasing the New Testament as, “The Message.”   It’s official name is actually “The Message: The Bible in Contemporary Language.”  It’s an known as an idiomatic translation of the original languages of the Bible; idiomatic meaning “words that have a figurative meaning owing to its common usage.”  It’s a story.


Peterson tells the Mark 6:3 story this way:


1-2 He left there and returned to his hometown. His disciples came along. On the Sabbath, he gave a lecture in the meeting place. He made a real hit, impressing everyone. “We had no idea he was this good!” they said. “How did he get so wise all of a sudden, get such ability?”
3 But in the next breath they were cutting him down: “He’s just a carpenter—Mary’s boy. We’ve known him since he was a kid. We know his brothers, James, Justus, Jude, and Simon, and his sisters. Who does he think he is?” They tripped over what little they knew about him and fell, sprawling. And they never got any further.
4-6 Jesus told them, “A prophet has little honor in his hometown, among his relatives, on the streets he played in as a child.” Jesus wasn’t able to do much of anything there—he laid hands on a few sick people and healed them, that’s all. He couldn’t get over their stubbornness. He left and made a circuit of the other villages, teaching.


It's a very special thing to share in someone else's perspective of an un-changing gospel which we all share. It reminds me that neither of us are, "right" but instead, each hold a slice of understanding... and we need each other. The word of God was made to live inside us and come out of us. You can tell that Farrar had it living inside of him and longed to tell the story... and he did it very very well. 

13 April 2014

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There is a principle in Christianity and Judaism called “Tithing.” It means intentionally giving 10% of your gross income; in this case to the church. Some Christian circles subscribe fully to it in the modern context, some debate it’s relevance while others have let it slide with the times.  But it’s historical Biblical and Judeo existence in one form or another, for roughly 4000 recorded years is well documented. The Orthodox Jews call it ma'aser kesafim, in partnership with the principle of “Gemilut Hasadim” meaning “giving kindness.” Acts of kindness or “hesed” are said to make this world a more tolerable and better place.  I’m VERY pro-kindness.  Shoot… they call me The Captain.  But, make no mistake that this ancient lifestyle of generosity is about meeting consistent, structural needs through consistent, structured giving.
I know Pastors and leaders who have spent their entire careers avoiding talking about this principle, or giving in general, because it makes them uncomfortable.  However, giving is as important to the individual as it is to the organization.  Ignoring leading others to new levels of generous giving handicaps both on micro and macro scales.
Rich Stearn, president of World Vision USA explains what the title means to him:
"I have often thought of the tithe in a different way, as a kind of 'inoculation' against the power that money can sometimes hold over us. When we are vaccinated against a deadly virus, our bodies are injected with a small amount of that virus, weakened so that it won't hurt us. By putting this small amount into our systems, we develop an immunity to the virus, and it can no longer harm us. Metaphorically speaking, paying a tithe on our income has the same effect. By cheerfully giving away a small portion of our money, we become immune to the corrupting power it can have in our lives. When we tithe, not out of obligation, but out of love and obedience for God, we are making the bold statement that money has no power over us. Even when we give it away freely, we know that we can depend on God to replenish it and sustain us."
And…. bills get paid.  These are days where even stalwart nonprofits, many of which are the glue that hold our communities together, are struggling to make ends meet.  A new phenomenon some organizations are facing is that they have money for “stuff” but not to keep the lights on and the staff fed. There are great, funded programs ready to roll… and no one to drive them. Motivations for giving have changed with the times.  While the “Builder” generation gave out of duty and responsibility, current generations are far more likely to give to a cause, project or an inspiration-of-the-month. And while all giving is good, the least sexy place to give (and the toughest ask) remains the most important.  Non-profits are being tempted to create new tasty initiatives, because people will give towards it, while unable to pay regular bills.  You can see how destructive a trap that can become.
So… what if we all tithed?   Are we even close?  
In 2008, 27.3 per cent of Americans donated to good causes, compared to 23.6 per cent of Canadians, and they gave almost twice as much, according to an annual study on giving by the Fraser Institute. According to the Barna group, whether people believed in tithing or not, the average is about 5% who give 10% of their gross. And according to the Globe and Mail,
“The percentage of Canadians donating to charity actually declined between 1998 and 2008. Clearly, our sense of social obligation is not as fully developed as it should be, which is why, for example, the Ontario government requires high school students to provide 40 hours of community service before they can graduate”
We’re giving less in a world that has more needs.  The only reason Freedom House is able to do what it does in the community is because of the consistent generosity of its members.  The extra stuff (for which we’re ENORMOUSLY appreciative) is awesome but regular giving, we can count on and plan around.  It’s the least sexy form of giving, but the most important in every context.  
This week Captain Kindness was in a 1st Grade class teaching them about being Kindness Superheroes. I heard a young man mutter, "I ain’t no hero." As I continued through our Superhero School presentation where we share with students how they can change their lives, families, schools and communities with kindness… he began to soften as he wrote ways that he could transform his surroundings. Then, to a very general question, he painfully told me "Somebody beat up my parents." I knelt down and quietly sowed this into him, "Guard your heart. You KNOW there is goodness inside you and don't let anyone or anything rob it from your heart." He hugged me SUPER tight.
Amazing right? If I trace it back to the reason why this hesed” was afforded the ability to happen, it was  those who had (in an unheralded manner) intentionally chosen to structure their finances around consistent giving.  In the book of Matthew, Jesus spoke of the tithe, brought it to life, and took it to another level.  He scolded those who were nickel and diming people when it came to the tithe saying,


“Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You give a tenth of your spices—mint, dill and cumin. But you have neglected the more important matters of the law—justice, mercy and faithfulness. You should have practiced the latter, without neglecting the former.”  


He essentially said, “YES give!  But care!  It’s not a financial thing… it’s a heart thing!  Where your heart is, there your treasure will be.”  


What if we all tithed? I can BARELY imagine it.  But I CAN imagine it.  Incredible things are already being done due to the generosity of many in our city.  But allow me to challenge you to be challenged to budget more, and be a consistent giver to the things that are impact our city for the better.

31 March 2014

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"I had a quinoa salad for lunch.  It was SO so good.  Do you know how many calories that quinoa salad had?  Not many.  I even know what the daily caloric percentage for that quinoa salad as calculated for my body weight.  I heard about it on the O network.  That Oprah... you've really got to hand it to her.  Well after that quinoa salad, I went for brisk walk.  I did.  And I wore a purple jumpsuit.  But it wasn't that deep purple that you love... it was a pale purple like my Aunt Agnes used to wear.  She loved that color because she had a doll as a little girl... whose eyes were that color.  She always said that she'd get lost in those eyes.  I wonder what it would be like to get lost in an eye.  What's in an eye anyway?  Probably veins.  Did you know that my veins are narrower than most people's veins?  They are.  That's why, when I get really worked up, they turn a slightly deeper shade because of the lack of blood flow.  Or at least that's what the public health nurse told me once.  Remember when we'd rinse with fluoride rinse in schools while listening to the Smurfs dental song?  Why did we do that?  Why don't we do it anymore?  Did you know that the French for Smurfs is Les Schtroumpfs?  It is.  I don't know why.  Do you know why?  The French are weird.   Why do we have to pay more for French food than other food?  And it's all so rich. SO so rich.  And you get less but you pay more for French food.  That's a sad thing about eating out right?  It's not like back when we'd go to the Ponderosa Buffet and we'd get our fill.  Remember Bonanza?  You don't?  I guess you're too young.  I'm going to tell you about it anyway. It had that Lorne Greene in it.  He was Canadian I think.  Google him.  He was right?  Ha.  I was right.  I always get him confused with Bruno Gerussi from the Beachcombers.  I LOVE the beach.   Don't you just LOVE the beach?  I found a 20 dollar bill on the beach once!  I walked over to a lady, who had this gorgeous red handbag... who told me incidentally that it was a hand-me-down from a friend who actually acted as an extra in one of those Chevy Chase movies.  Anyway I asked this lady, who believe it or not had a Croatian accent.  I know that because I actually asked her.  I had to know.  She sounded so exotic.  ANYWAY, I asked this lady if she lost 20$ because I found 20$ on the beach and she said no.  So I took the money went right into the casino.  Did you know that they will give you all the free Gingerale that you want as long as you're playing the slots?  Well I only wanted to spend that 20$ because I don't want to be one of those people who loose more than they can afford at the casino.  Those people are so sad.  My neighbor back in Calgary was one of those people.  He had a cowboy hat bigger than you'd believe.  You know what they say about people with big hats right?   So I thought I'd get an "old-fashioned" like Don Draper drinks and they told me that they didn't make "old-fashions"  How do you even say that drink plural?  Is it old-fashioneds or old-fashions?  That's hard to say.  Grammar sucks anyway.  So instead I just got a free gingerale.  Did you know that they'll give you a free gingerale as long as you're playing the slots?  So I sat down right beside a machine with stars all over it.  That's what I heard someone tell me once and they were a VERY lucky person.  So I played slots for 20 minutes and came out 5 dollars ahead so I got another Gingerale and went home.  Did I tell you that they will give you all the free gingerale you want as long as you're playing slots?" 


"And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking; people hearing without listening"

Simon and Garfunkel  



20 March 2014

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"Advertising is poison gas. It should absolutely attack you; it should rip your lungs out. Great ideas can't be tested. Only mediocre ideas can be tested."
George Lois - Art and Copy.

As communicators... we should loathe white noise.  We should despise it.  We should be repulsed by it. It should be an opposing polar magnetism type repellant. It needs to be the bane of our existence.

Especially in cities of mid to smaller stature, there is an urban message canvass that provides grandiose opportunity.  While there still exists nearly as divergent a population base as large markets (simply in smaller proportions)... to those like myself who are fascinated by holistic city transformation, therein lies the true possibility to mobilize a higher percentage of the collective TOGETHER.  This means strong churches & ministries... but also strong businesses, non-profits, and organizations.

But you do can't anything without doing anything.

George Lois's "poisonous gas" IS a poisonous gas conviction to me as a communicator.  We too often succumb to the soothing haze of white noise without even knowing it's happening.  It's a siren song.  It leads to repetitive ineffective patterns, cliched phrasings, safe words and imagery, lazy market analysis and mimicked techniques you read about on the internet.

In fact, it's worse than you think.  While unintentionally blending in with white noise can start off because of simple inattentiveness or ignorance... continuing down that road it will lead to FEAR.  If you won't use poiseness gas because you're afraid of negative fallout, you may find you've cheated your message, product, serve, brand or business out of it's rightful place of importance.

Jesus was fearless as a communicator.  So fearless that he HAD to be put to death because the faulty man-paradigms couldn't hold him.  His message was paramount over his life... since he WAS and IS the Son of God, there was no way that he wasn't going to see that message communicated not only to those in his "network"... but in His entire Kingdom. 

We must do SOMETHING to combat the lure of white noise.  If you really BELIEVE in your message, product, serve, brand or business... we need to use the right "poisonous gas." Don't settle.  

Email me bigearcreations@gmail.com if your message deserves find its way out of the white noise... and you wanna talk "poisonous gas"


12 March 2014

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"When I think of the wonderful things that are undoubtedly true, and of the wonderful things yet to be discovered, I not only blush because of the little I know, but marvel because so many people manufacture wonderful experiences instead of studying the wonders that are undisputed.  Within five miles of where you live, there are enough strange things to keep you wondering all your life.  Probably in your dooryard may be found enough to employ the intellect of a strong man"

Edgar Watson Howe - "Ventures in Common Sense"(1919)