I am not the most faithful person when it comes to going to church. Nevertheless, my attempt is to get in a full rotation of three differing morning services … each Sunday!

OMG, that’s crazy thinks not only you but my family as well. Why do I do this?

Well, I found my work so bleak that just to get enough juice cranked up to brave the upcoming week, I figured I would do my best to pull myself out of the land of Ecclesiastes.

By way of reminder, that’s the book in the old testament which unequivocally clarifies at its outset: “Meaningless! Meaningless! … Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”

Now, I recognize that for some people this notion offers real liberation. For me though, it could get me to sink to the level where I just thought: “Forget about it, what’s the point!”

Let me tell you, if things are cutting that way for you in life, you better figure out a way to make some major changes quickly.

Having that state of indifference, can very quickly lead you to think quite well of the subject of this poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson…

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Yes folks, that pretty well sums up the state of mind in which I found myself operating trying to step in to the middle of disputes in an attempt to get neighbors to stop fighting over their “Five Blades of Grass.”
As you can imagine, though I didn’t self-perform “brain surgery” as precisely as Richard Cory, I was killing myself by letting my time be consumed by such trivial matters. No longer!
Guest Pastor at Magnolia Presbyterian Church, Marisa Gronholz, gave a titled sermon which sums it up quite well: “A New Year, A New Wardrobe.”

Clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12

So, what’s happening to me? I’m taking off my old clothes as a boundary dispute attorney and am putting on the new clothes of a “Reinvention Lawyer.”

Whhhat? Bob, could you please identify what is a “Reinvention Lawyer.”

Well, I’m not exactly sure about that yet myself. You see, this is a process of discovery for me.

One thing for which I am absolutely certain.

Instead of working as a mercenary, albeit one usually for peace, to assist clients with their boundary disputes, I now seek to help people to conduct boundary breakthroughs!

It’s one heck of a miserable road to try to change one’s neighbor … or anyone else for that matter. For those wanting change in their lives, the path to accomplishment is to change themselves.

Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that is not easy. Yet, I also know the courage to take off the old, ill-fitting clothes, take a shower, and then put on something new is the way to reinvention.

I’m humbled to say that I now stand naked … but not for long.


Oh and of course … Cheers!