My Heart is Weak

My heart is weak. Yesterday a man overcome by evil killed scores with a truck in Nice, France. I’ve grown tired of being surprised, shocked, or acting as though the attack was unexpected. This is a sad reality of our world today. That a 24-hour news cycle hunts for tragedies affecting a group of people to grab daily attention, and that they have no trouble finding them.

bastille-day-eiffel-towerAs I stood watching the fireworks cascade off the Eiffel Tower last night for Bastille Day I was struck in a new way that I really live here. That the millions of people in Paris are closer to me now than the family I grew up with. I felt pride for the French, and love that I am here with them. I left the park with over a hundred thousand others making our way to the metro to head home. Once home we saw what happened in Nice and waited for more news to trickle in before heading to bed. [Read more…]


Being Molded by my Home


The only home I remember as a child stood firm on a winding cul-de-sac. When I was old enough to care I found out it was bought from the developer who was living in it at the time. It turns out his money had been tied up in the different homes on our street and so he found himself living there until my dad bought it. He was sick with cancer and glad to sell the last house he built to end his life well. If the legend was to be believed it was purchased while my mom was on bedrest with my younger brother, without her knowing.

Since before anything I can recall, I lived in that blue house on the small creek leading to the Minnesota river. [Read more…]


In the Wake of Hate

It’s been a little over 24 hours since the most recent attack in Paris. This was not an isolated event, it was not the first, and will not likely be the last (thought I pray for a long break). There is hurt, pain, and death in life. I believe that the best of humanity surrounds that hurt, pain, and death with compassion and love. However – hurt, pain, and death can easily be forced upon us out of hate.

My call as a Christian is not to condemn, it is not to call for judgement, it is not to raise arms, but to thrust love and compassion back to the center. To embody & remind those around me that love is far more than positive vibes and butterflies. That love takes more than a word, but that word is a commitment.

In light of the attacks in Paris some family and friends have expected our plans might change. They’ll be disappointed to discover we’re still moving. In that our plans have not changed. Yet our future in Paris looks different than it did before Thursday. I feel a pull and call to help lead people back to a center of love for the other in a stronger way than I’ve felt in a long time.

We easily forget how much offense the compassion of Jesus caused. If it was with tax collectors, people believed to be of an inferior race or religion, or agents of the empire. Jesus knew that love existed for them, that no-one is beyond hope, and that everything can change for the better in a moment. The challenge is step into as many moments as possible with compassion and love, aware that their hate may destroy us.


I was lucky enough to spend a few minutes this last spring with a few of the team from Power Moves. They wanted to know what it was like to start a software company in Minneapolis.

It has been a rocky road for Fresh Vine – as all start ups. We’ve become profitable and outdone over 95% of startup companies. This interview was a nice time to reflect our experience up to this point.