I am trying to transfigure my office into a place that Dave Workman would feel comfortable. So far, not so good.
If you don’t know Dave, he’s the senior pastor / grand poobah at the Cincinnati Vineyard, where I served on staff for a while. Dave is uber-hip – not trendy, but just innately cool, from his easy going way to his silver-since-the-day-I-met-him hair.
During my tenure at the Vineyard, I spoke to him regularly as he wandered the halls, popping his head into small meetings and assuring us all “You kids are crazy….”. I might have had coffee or Skyline with him a half dozen times, but I was only in Dave’s office twice. The first time was about three months into my tenure there, when I had fired someone. Dave called me in to make sure it needed to have been done (my only regret, even today, is that I didn’t fire them faster). The second was when we talked briefly about a weekend series that I would be speaking at.
The thing that sticks out the most about those meetings was that Dave’s office was frighteningly free of clutter. He didn’t have a desk, per say – it was more of a table. It held a lamp, a cat-5 cable, and a power cord for his laptop. His wastepaper basket was empty. There was no paper anywhere in the room, as near as I could figure out.
His ways are not my ways.
Granted, I hate paper and do as much online as I can, but at present, my home office is a cluttered mess. Half opened boxes of books, files of TheCall events – some actual, some theoretical – The Zoe Foundation print, it’s all everywhere. I must rectify this tomorrow. WWDD, I ask myself.
I’m hoping one day I’ll sport a Dave Workman office. Dave Workman hair would be even cooler.
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