Jesus in Blue Jeans completes the trilogy which was begun with Jesus, CEO: Using Ancient Wisdom for Visionary Leadership in 1995, and continued with the second book, The Path: Creating Your Mission Statement for Work and for Life, in 1996. The title of this third book reflects my personal journey as well, going from a full-time, workaholic businesswoman intent on profits and high productivity, to someone forced to take a time-out and evaluate her Path, to a person who is perhaps happiest in her blue jeans on her ranch in Texas.
In some ways this book also reflects the evolution of a generation. Those who were taught in the 1980s to acquire as much as possible with OPM (Other Peoples Money) were suddenly forced in the early 1990s to take a time-out, as the houses of cards we created with OPM collapsed into DYAM (Debts: Yours and Mine). As the new millennium hurtles toward us, many of us have either been forced through downsizing (or have given ourselves permission through rightsizing) to spend more time in our blue jeans and less time in the office. One of the great gifts of technology has been the flexibility to choose where we want to be while we conduct our businesses, interact with our families and communities, and utilize our gifts. We just need to know more about who we want to be while we are doing this, and that is a question technology can never answer. For this endeavor, I turn once again to Jesus, a person who knew how to combine the heavenly with the earthly, and maintain his balance.
In Jesus, CEO, I reminded leaders that if they treated their staff, followers, and associates the way that Jesus treated his, productivity and morale would soar. In The Path I presented a series of simple yet in-depth exercises that would help lead readers to their divinely inspired mission statement. Both books became national bestsellers, and spurred individual and corporate study groups worldwide.
Since traveling the country teaching principles from both books, people have come forward and asked, Could you write a book that would just help me with my everyday life? What more could you write about Jesus that will help me just get through the day?
As I pondered strengths in Jesus that helped him live so triumphantly, I found that there were four qualities that we, too, can emulate: Poise, Perspective, Passion, and Power.
In each titled section I present chapters detailing how he lived out these qualities. At the end of each chapter I have a prayer called Power Connections, because to me that is what prayer really isa powerful connection with the Source of our being.
Trying to divide Christs teachings into sections is like trying to put your arms around the sunlight. To the heart that needs no lines or boundaries, these section headings will merge into one. (To Rick, my editor, however, this arrangement looks like a highly organized package.) The most important thing for readers to recognize is that Jesus had an everyday life, just like you and I, and we, too, can learn the principles that guided his steps.
When I remember my first encounter with Jesus, it seemed that his eyes were like diamonds held up to the suncasting light in a thousand directions. I pray that the words in this book will somehow do the same.
Many years ago I dreamed that I was standing in a meadow. Suddenly I saw a man approaching me. As he got nearer I gasped to realize that it was Jesus in Blue Jeans. When he saw the expression on my face he said, Why are you surprised? I came to them wearing robes because they wore robes. I come to you in blue jeans because you wear blue jeans.
I fell in love with him at that moment. There is something so familiarand so powerfulabout a man in jeans.
In your patience possess ye your souls.
Luke 21:19 (King James Version)
poise: (poiz), n., v.,n. i. a state of balance or equilibrium, as from equality or equal distribution of weight. 2. a dignified, self-confident manner or bearing; composure; self-possession 3. steadiness, stability. 4. the way of being poised, held, or carried 5. the state or position of hoveringv.t. 6. to adjust, hold, or carry in equilibrium; balance evenly
Random House Websters College Dictionary
Poise is a red-winged blackbird balancing ever so lightly on a reed by the river. The bird rests on this perch effortlessly, ready to take flight at a moments notice, scanning the sky for its next destinationever mindful of its wings.
By contrast many of us seem to picture ourselves hanging on to a frail branch extending over a dark canyon, our fingernails deeply embedded in the bark as we glance fearfully down at the rocks belowalmost certain we will fall to our doom unless someone or something comes to rescue us.
Ive only got one nerve left, and youre standing on it! seems to be the motto of our generation. A truck cuts us off in a lane of traffic and we let loose a string of obscenities, and the next thing we hear is a bullet crashing through our window and we turn to find that the child in the car seat behind us is dead. True story. We lose our balance in a retail storeor in a relationship at home or workand the next thing you know fists or lawsuits or bullets are flying, each side determined to prove the other wrong.
In this country lawyers outnumber counselors ten to one. Prisons are going up faster than day-care centers. Divorce courts require metal detectors before former lovers can even face each other. Churches in the South are being burned to the ground and too many churches all over the world are burning people to the bone with their harsh, divisive words. All because we have lost our poise, and our sense of balancethe balance Jesus came to teach us. He came to teach us how to stand tall, and bend our knees, and when to do both. He came to teach us how to bear insults without returning them in kind. He came to teach us how to live with one another and ourselves.
Jesus came to teach us poiseto make us ever mindful of our wings and Gods clear open sky.
O ne day when I was ten years old, I came home from school to discover that Harriet, my pet duck, had drowned. Not only had she drowned, but she had done so in the backyard pond I had so lovingly prepared for her. My parents were as saddened and baffled by her death as I, so they summoned our vet to the scene. Was it a homicide or a suicide? we asked, looking at the victim. Neither, he replied, lifting up her small waterlogged body. This duck did not groom herself properly. You see, ducks have to coat themselves with a special waterproofing oil that is produced beneath their wings. For some reason, she didnt, so when she started swimming, her feathers took on water, and she sank like a stone.