Archive for February, 2010

From Clairvaux (headquarters of Bernard) to Barking (headquarters of William the Conqueror), the carved abbey stones cry out from the ashes, “By the grace of God we are what we are.”

As I attempt to teach in Clairvaux Manifesto, we have to remember rightly in a right way. We can remember rightly in a wrong way; typical of the human condition. But, we can never remember wrongly in a right way; typical of demonic intent. To make the wrong seem and appear to be right… The host of hell would not only erase all memory of the Good, they would superimpose their own twisted longings over everything Good, poisoning every deep well of truth. Sorry, not on my watch!!!

This was my office desk back in May, 2007. I smile looking at the first presentation I ever put together on our due diligence process at Woodthorpe Petroleum Ltd., a world bank report, an oil and gas prospectus, and a schematic revealing the infrastructure of one particular nation we were researching (water tables and tectonics I think).

Now, (after writing and publishing Clairvaux Manifesto in 2009) I’m back at it, planning for the future success of an oil company, fighting along side my friends. For example, earlier today we put in two bids equaling nearly 10 million dollars of potential work.

Sitting at Gatwick airport, 8 minutes and 19 seconds left on internet station. My iPhone has been giving me the whitescreen of death for two days… gotta get it fixed or replaced; nearly threw it in the Thames River yesterday… but at least it didn’t cause me to miss any meetings, had it all written down (luckily).

I covered a lot of miles in the City of London… so many stories. But, just glad to be getting home to Dar, Luke, Bree and Nate; I miss them terribly… especially sitting here staring at a thousand strangers and seeing so many kids I wish were mine.

I don’t know how else to put it; breadcrumbs.

Yesterday at this time, I was on a private tour of the Presidential Palace in Malta. Today, I find myself walking among Maltese Crosses in London’s St. John’s Square.

I didn’t plan it this way.  This morning’s meeting was set up to meet at a coffee shop called St. John; I didn’t set up the location. The meeting ended up postponed till tomorrow, no worries… So I started walking and praying, and voilà… I’m surrounded by the iconic images of the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem.