Swear Allegiance to… – Part 1

Studying the history of my Scottish ancestors opened my eyes to the life lessons found on the family tree.

I come from a long line of border reivers (Clan Kerr) with a fascinating history. But as always, to understand my ancestors, I take a step back and look at what was shaping the world around them. In so doing, I found the Declaration of Arbroath.

While not widely known, the Declaration of Arbroath of 1320 nonetheless became one of the most important documents of Scottish history and ultimately in western thought. It was the first document in European history, written by the people, declaring their rights to freedom. There are many who feel this document would later serve as inspiration to the writers of the Declaration of Independence.

Written to Pope John XXII, the Declaration names Robert the Bruce as the Ruler of Scotland. It goes on to say,

“To him, as to the man by whom salvation has been wrought unto our people, we are bound both by law and by his merits that our freedom may be still maintained, and by him, come what may, we mean to stand. Yet if he should give up what he has begun, and agree to make us or our kingdom subject to the King of England or the English, we should exert ourselves at once to drive him out as our enemy and a subverter of his own rights and ours, and make some other man who was well able to defend us our King; for, as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom — for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.”

Forty-five men put it all on the line to declare their right to freedom.  A freedom “which no honest man gives up but with life itself.”  It’s a powerful declaration with an equally powerful “but” that often gets overlooked.  Continued in Swear Allegiance to… – Part 2

Lessons From the Family Tree

One of my favorite hobbies has been genealogy. From the moment I first saw the name Friendly Ann Hart in the family Bible, I knew I had to know more about this long ago person and the things that shaped her life.

And so began a lifelong study, to learn not only the names, but also the history and culture of my ancestors. It’s about studying the events and influences that shaped their lives, and that would one day lead to the shaping of mine.

And so, I’m starting a new series of posts. To share the lessons I’ve learned from the family tree. These are not necessarily personal stories of my ancestors but the lessons I’ve learned in my own studies of the forces that moved through their lives.

Come join me on a journey through time…

Just open your heart…

While not specifically about culture, what follows is one of my favorite TED talks.  More than anything else I’ve seen, it captures the beauty and the wonder of the diversity of this earth.  It’s in embracing diversity that I find beauty and wonder in the expressions of people and their cultures.  Just open your heart and drink…

“Look at the faces of people whom you meet. Each one has an incredible story behind their face, a story that you could never fully fathom, not only their own story, but the story of their ancestors. We all go back so far, and in this present moment, on this day, all the people you meet, all that life from generations and from so many places all over the world flows together and meets you here like a life-giving water, if you only open your heart and drink.”

Welcome to My Journey


A year-and-a-half ago, I accepted a new challenge. A chance to change the direction in my life. In becoming a Founding Partner with the John Maxwell Team, I knew I’d found a way to make a difference in the lives of others.

It’s been quite a journey for me. When I left my full-time job some months ago, I started with a firm belief in the direction I was heading. I envisioned myself building on years of experience in Human Resources, bringing leadership training to the corporate world. When time permitted, I’d take the money made from the corporate world and head back out into the world at large to work with people around the globe.

What I didn’t expect was the struggle I would find. Nothing has gone the way I had thought it would. John Maxwell had emphasized for all of us the importance of finding our own calling, first and foremost. No problem, I knew what mine was. Or I did right up until I tried to put it into play. Truth be told my heart wasn’t in it. No matter how I tried to explain to people what I was doing, they just “didn’t get it”.

Years of lessons learned and information gathered on my own journey swirled around in my head, with bits and pieces pulling at me in different directions. When I expressed my frustration to a friend, she told me, “You’re breaking your life down and putting it back together in a new way. Be patient with the process, it will all come together.”

The truth is, with all these different bits and pieces swirling about, I kept thinking I’d lost something. Something important. The words of an otherwise long-forgotten teacher echoed in my head. “When you’ve lost something important, go back to where you last had it.” I didn’t know where I’d last had it, but hours of soul searching kept leading to one place. In my mind, I headed back to the land of childhood, to the people who gave a missionary’s kid a home. Minahasa. And every time my mind went back to Minahasa, I heard the call of Watu Pinabetengan.


Okay, so it’s not your everyday tourist destination. And outside of my friends from Minahasa, nobody’s actually heard of the place, but it had symbolic meaning for me. Watu Pinabetengan, the Stone of Dividing. The place where eons ago, the waring tribes of Minahasa met, divided up the land amongst 7 different tribes and emerged, as the Minahasa people. Seven different tribes kept their languages, their cultures, and their identities, and added something more. Minahasa.

The name Minahasa means, “Becoming One, United”. Watu Pinabetengan might be the Stone of Dividing, but it was also the place where important decisions were made. A place where different beliefs and cultures came together and chose to live in peace and harmony. And not just live in peace, they also chose to stand together and support and defend each other as needed.

It was then I realized something. I haven’t started a new journey after all. I’m just taking the next step on a journey that started for me in Minahasa. I loved growing up overseas, living with different cultures, learning different languages. I really only became fluent in Indonesian, but I loved the thrill of learning new words in some of the different tribal languages. Loved learning folk songs, loved being around people who loved being who they were.

It was in Minahasa that I began my search to know where I came from. Genealogy. It’s never been enough for me to know the begats. I’ve always had to study the history and the culture of my ancestors. To learn more about what shaped the lives that would one day shape me.

It was also in Minahasa that I began to feel a sense of loss. The loss of cultures being eroded by exposure to Western culture. Fewer speakers of tribal languages, the loss of a way of being, surrendered in the name of progress. Even as a child I sensed something important was slipping away. And I hated that it was going.My journey is about “becoming one, united” . About beauty and wonder, loss and sorrow, healing and hope. Separate threads woven together in the beautiful tapestry of life. It’s about choosing to live in peace, harmony, and beauty, with the diversity that has touched my life.