Great leaders, don’t necessarily long for those hills to run, but they know hills can’t be avoided for growth to occur. Hills we climb in ministry are like mile markers in a leader’s journey.
Like a trade-show of ideas, a recent three-day event highlighted ways to connect with young people and probe their need for Christ. Social Media was a hot topic, and it reminded me of why so many of us believe wilderness leadership is the healthy sandwich that our Cheetos youth culture is starving for.
When David’s father Jesse sent David to resupply his brothers on the front lines of the battle against the Philistines, David accepted the task. He had no idea his adaptation skills were about to be tested.
One of my Achilles Heels as a leader is to be performance-driven. This is one of the reasons why I love time in the wilderness so much. It prunes off those performance anxiety branches in my life and puts to death those roots of pride.
What do you have to lose by stepping back for a minute and assuming that your service or outdoor ministry approach is bad? It won’t hurt you to do this exercise and I guarantee it will force you to improve something. This is one of the valuable lessons ministries can learn from business leaders… they know that they have to assume their service is bad to force improvement.
In my last post, “How Wilderness Education will Produce Social Innovation,” I highlighted the need young people have today for un-distracted time to think. In this post we look at practical ways wilderness education encourages & empowers social innovators by giving them time to think & dream about their calling.
Here are five common “flies” you should always present when you are working to recruit volunteers your team. Chances are they will bite on one of them because their soul is longing for something.
This had been one epic trip so far. The group of high school kids were loving life as we had traveled deep into the heart of the Weminuche Wilderness area of southern Colorado. We camped that night high on a ledge in Snowslide Basin and after a great dinner and stories around the stove, we went to bed for a cozy night’s sleep. Yet unbeknownst to us, a crisis was foreboding.
It was one of the first backpacking trips I ever guided. We were halfway into our first day, the group was doing well as we plodded up some moderately steep terrain. I was in the back of the group, having some great conversation with a kid, trying to take our minds off of the physical challenge, when all of a sudden things turned south
In a sudden outburst, “Spiderman” took off in a sprint toward the glistening frozen waterfall. His stride was long. His pace was rapid. I’d never seen ice climbing like this.