Global Velocity

A few weeks ago I was watching a Wild Chronicles dvd series with my kids. I was amazed at the falcon in a 240 mile an hour dive. I just discovered on Wikipedia, "The word comes from their Latin name falco, related to Latin falx ("sickle") because of the shape of these birds' wings."

Ever since I was a kid God called me to be his falcon. To learn stealth, speed, agility from a high panoramic view, seamlessly in and out of places and situations like lightning. Always my favorite bird. Always an inspiration.

Two years ago, the day I carried in my resignation letter to BGEAC / Samaritan's Purse, I walked over two hours to the office, praying the whole way. It was a big decision. And for one solid hour of that walking journey, from the airport toward the office, a falcon stayed with me... swooped over my head time and again... back and forth, diving down just over my shoulders... calling to me. I could hear the whoosh of those feathers as the bird whipped by every time. Brought tears to my eyes. It was God's reminder to me... to be like that falcon.

When I put my letter of resignation down on that particular desk and spoke simply and clearly to that particular individual about my reasons for resigning, I walked out of the office and looked up into the clear blue sky and from right to left a silver bullet of a little learjet came whipping into the airport for a landing. And in that moment, standing there on the sidewalk outside the Canadian offices of an international family of evangelists I'd been serving in various capacities for 10 years, I heard a voice say, "I have a thousand ways of getting you where I want you to go."

And as I type out this brief blog post, in comes our office mail for the day and along with the mail a courier carries in my order from The World Bank. I crack open the 2008 world development report entitled "Agriculture for Development" to the first two lines of the overview:

An African woman bent under the sun, weeding sorghum in an arid field with a hoe, a child strapped to her back - a vivid image of rural poverty. For her large family and millions like her, the meager bounty of subsistence farming is the only chance to survive.

Yesterday I was on a conference call with three friends regarding refugees, children, education and poverty and the fertile earth of Uganda. The past two weeks have been full of conversations about all different nations in Africa and Central America with young leaders scattered all over. Then there is the whole Asia piece... and the Middle East, and more connections growing in Europe.

I am just as committed to prayer as I am to building an international business model that will make a difference in the most broken places of the earth. I am just as committed to the proclamation of righteousness as I am to building up this new infrastructure... whatever it looks like. In this outworking of justice I must remain willing to weep with those who weep... and dance with those who can dance again. It's about engaging the whole world with my whole heart... about beautiful faces and real names and strong stories about overcoming obstacles in order to cherish the lives on the other side of those obstacles. We can do this!

It's getting time to re:engage my friends in various Non-Government Organizations and student movements. I'm having conversations with bankers and buisiness leaders and former government leaders and the ideas are building and I'm feeling like maybe it's time to fly again.

Last night, Dar and I watched Amazing Grace. It's an honour to walk amidst an international generation of global Wilberforces wrestling with the real issues at every level seeking peace and justice.

Wealth amidst Powers

In organizational systems, people tend to put the gas and brake peddles under the wrong feet. Give the dreamers (Inc. and Ltd.) a blank cheque without accountability and they'll most likely blow it all out the tailpipe at top speed. And there are countless examples of the bizarre lack of accountability for those pushing barrel loads of cash into one another's muskets. Put all the remaining pennies in the vice-grip of controllers (intelectual property banks) without a way forward and they'll scowl at every gas station, refusing to put a drop in the tank until they figure it out for themselves, or make you recreate yourself to be just like them anyway, so you're really an extension of them for free. The geek with the most IT wins. "We" say tribal knowledge rules as long as "we're" the chief...

It's amazing to watch people who don't have money get money. It's also just as amazing to watch people with money lose it. Neither group really knows what to do with or without money. Yes, I'm generalizing. It's like money and wealth systems have the power to turn most people inside out. "It", whatever it is, controls them. And poor decisions get made all over that matrix cause there's nothing like anxiety to drive fear to distraction. Oh, but we train and prepare ourselves past the fear... we're pretty much stable psychopathic iconoclasts of the common sense revolution.

But, really... the issues we're facing in our local communities and global relationships amidst surging storms, collapsing bridges and smoggy olympic games are not about money. Ask someone with a dream what they would do with a million bucks. The immediate response will tell you a lot about their hearts. Because having something makes you accountable before those who don't have anything at all.

Ask someone what they're going to do with the billion they already have and they'll look at you like you just slapped them, like you have no right asking, like you've just walked in on them bucknaked in a shower... The look on that face is priceless ... They snear, "Read my year end report!" Right, like that year end isn't the biggest gong show pie chart in the world. Reveals just enough to make you look credible... but make sure to sweep away the carnage. If you want the real story, you have to have someone open their books.

Amazing what money does to people. Billion is the new million and there's lots of "opportunities" to take "advantage" of. Non-disclosure confidentiality agreements all around if you please... bring in the fleet of lawyers and put a vice-grip on this thing. We're all equals at the table, right!? ... Well, we'll see.

People are either givers or takers. Get enough givers together and the pressure starts to lessen a bit, the ties loosen ... and the vision starts to clear, and a way forward might just be found... as long as everyone of those givers stays a giver... one greedy taker on a team is like a venturi of suction in the wrong direction.

When you look at the headlines, at marketing, at elections, at causes, it's all typically about winning, controlling and leveraging the attention of others... or keeping them on the line once you have the little card carriers toting your brand. Some personalities are masters at holding attention, at gaining trust. They know when to grab it, massage it and release it... mezmerizing. They know what strings to pull when and how in order to get pavlov's dogs drooling for more. They even know how to shock our socks off and clear our plates for more. They teach us what to remember and what to forget.

If you can master the system of media, technology and have the right story... and the next gen product... you can rule the day and rewrite everything. The bad side: Win people's attention and you can leverage them into a place where you can control them, manipulate them, suck the pennies right out of them. That's the kind of heavy handed dominance that used to birth countless bloody revolutions... but now we have pro sports, night clubs, neo-pharm, online poker, sexy phones, a million looping tunes and porn to dull anarchy's edge.

Where is the real fruit of all this globally everywhere, depersonalized and distant, tacitly voyeuristic interface? Is "tacitly voyeuristic" even allowed to be put together in english? Is it spelled right... Can I make up my own language? Taci-euristic sounds like something Tigger would say or a new way of doing business in Tibet.

Live Aid to Live 8 "awareness" bubbles.... what's next? Who knows, but we'll all know more about it when that wave comes... but it'll be cool dished out in a cool way and there will be ring tone downloads... no wait, that's way too 2002 ... we will download whole tunes playing in the background of every activists conversation... our own satelite news channel just for us, the activists... phones that get reception in the jungle, in the desert, and it's ours, on all our phones... only our phones are in... activists of the world unite... Hey, every conversation on every mobile phone could sound like you're always in the back of a night club amidst that revolutionary conversation ... I guess there's a downside, "What's that Bill, can't hear you, wow this party is in orbit ... sorry, what? I'm losing you in the swell of lights, emotions and endless chugs of bottled water from the bar."

You can't "entertain" a voluntary army into serving the people living in the gutters of the two- third's developing world. The arts paint a certain picture and extrapolate a certain history longing forward, leaning toward a certain hope. It takes guts to be a martyr muse... to be one that gets painted long after you're long gone. Cause you didn't step into that space to have someone put you on a canvas. So get off the bloody easel and just start living your life.

Ahhh, get viral with marketing and crowd source... do the ME to WE and well, now "you" have a wave of Wii ... and you can just hear that tide coming in ... brand heaven... when you have "consumer confidence" on your side you're King or Queen for a day and you can give everyone what YOU want, not what THEY want... cause nobody really knows what they want, right? Confuse them into trusting you. And what you want is cheaper for you to produce and more for them to pay... perfect. So it's up to you to pave paradise and put up your parking lot, or someone else will take advantage of the cheap real estate. You won't stay there long anyways. Sell it to the losers. There's other sweeter deals.

Most of our western knowledge is derived from extension, a manipulated, edited and overly- pasturized "mediated" extension of the republic ... until I'm eyeball to eyeball with a person and see how they live day to day I won't really know ... which is why we have to get less polished and get off our thrones and sacred bloodlines and more into each others faces ... there is a new way forward and it cuts through a lot of this successful hero shit, where the sexiest named coffee (grown by an exotic out of contact with the real world, well paid family of ten) gets sipped by activists who know what's really going on in the real world while they sniff that overpriced swirling shakra scented wonderland waft of enlightenment (coffee, sugar, chocolate, spices, textiles, oil, diamonds... does it matter).

Then the reality hits, the day to day grind of the ordinary average "citizen" ... the smelling salts of cubicle 16 hour work day abuse. Like you know you're brothers when you've had a smoke together right after a battle with that VP. And your hands are still shaking from that bullet grazing your temple and you're both listening to one another quietly, and it's real simple and monotone, nearly whispering, about how you want to see your families and lovers again, cause you were just on the edge of your own lives together and everything boils down to who you want to hold and love. You know you can go to war with a guy when you just saw him shit himself in the trench beside you and he looks at you embarassingly, holding his helmut on his head with one hand and holding up his pants with the other. That's the soundbite of film that always ends up on the editing room floor ... doesn't sell ... Editor Tom calls Director Steve, "Umm, Steve, in this scene here the guy shit himself right ... should we cut that out? I think so. Right. Ya ... I guess we can't put dead bodies on the front of the New York Times every day now can we." And this Dilbert moment happens all the time in office cubicles everywhere. Cut 'em lose and let 'em drift.

Look at the macro, where companies and banks and international trade unions are buying and selling influence and the sea of leverage and sanctions and free trade and fair trade and aid and fade to black from the anchor desk ... when you start peeling it all back and taking a hard look in... you might just start recognizing patterns and structures that are diametrically opposed to any good intent any simple "individual" with half a brain might have (Lion: If I only had a brain).

Put a gorgeous refugee on the runway who causes us to remember that there's still millions of refugees struggling to survive every day. Heaven breathes into the dust... and we end up polishing all the dust into glass bubbles ... breathing into the fishbowl with our own version of the story of how it's all going to be. How we're going to swim each other in circles 'till we're all belly up. Don't ever let us out of the bowl to swim free. It's dangerous out there. We're poor little goldfish tickling the underbelly of a shark... enjoying the slip stream - about to get consumed, plancton breathed into the gape of that bottomless whale. It's a scary world.... where's my next coffee.

Yes, there's never been this many people on the planet before. Yes, we've all ended up here and are not sure how to get there from here. Yes, the first world is terribly and stupidly dependent on 110 year old technologies of oil and gas and now coal... again, and nuclear, again. You think smog is bad in Europe or North America... don't visit India or China... you'll come home to your bubble hacking up your lungs for six months.

And then you take it down to the micro, into personal hopes and dreams. And you want to build something simple and honourable, and yet not corny or packaged or stale dated like an awkward tinsel crowned shine Jesus shine down main street. And you want to "build it" into your field of dreams to help others, to change the world... You have a dream. And you start saturating yourself with all the information available from the truest sources you can find ... and it all incubates over time... and a storyboard of concepts starts to resurface in your consciousness and you start mapping it out privately and then sharing your lyric and tune here and there with friends and a corporate expression of your original intent starts to manifest itself amidst others and you sure hope people understand it ... and you're getting ready to take off.

And you scribble on a napkin hoping to reach the lift of the thermals:

U2 - Wave of Sorrow

The constellation of meaning in this short interview and song is staggering. This is the very passage of scripture we've been chewing on for a year and a half and launched all of my research into Bernard of Clairvaux and the Cistercians, Templars and Hospitalars (Knights of St. John/Malta). I'll write out more of my heart on this soon....

From I Kings 10 (The Message),

"The queen of Sheba heard about Solomon and his connection with the Name of God. She came to put his reputation to the test by asking tough questions. She made a grand and showy entrance into Jerusalem—camels loaded with spices, a huge amount of gold, and precious gems. She came to Solomon and talked about all the things that she cared about, emptying her heart to him. Solomon answered everything she put to him—nothing stumped him. When the queen of Sheba experienced for herself.... it took her breath away.

...She then gave the king four and a half tons of gold, and also sack after sack of spices and expensive gems. There hasn't been a cargo of spices like that since that shipload the queen of Sheba brought to King Solomon.

...King Solomon for his part gave the queen of Sheba all her heart's desire— everything she asked for, on top of what he had already so generously given her. Satisfied, she returned home..."

You Don't Need Anyone's Permission To Be Yourself

This is one of my favorite pics of me because it's showing anyone who sees it that I care more about the viewer seeing the mountain and the sky. I'm in my place, I thrive on the mountain and I'm looking out over the valley at a view the viewer can't see. Looking somewhere else... somewhere further and deeper than my present place and the perspective of the viewer. This picture tells the viewer I'm present with them but begs the questions, "What on earth are you looking at? Why aren't you facing me? Why do you spend so much time up there in the clouds?"

These are questions I ask myself about me. Can I ask myself, "Why aren't you facing me?" Sure, there are all kinds of me's becoming me within me... There are many selves within the self, what mystics call the shattered selves coming into alignment. Authenticity is about all these selves coming into the true self through Christ. The selves that surface through dreams, the subconscious layers, triggered by emotions and circumstances, etc. I used to want to see all the shattered pieces become one new greater piece in a stainglass window. These days I see it more like having all that shattered glass swept together in a pile, heated molten hot by a supernatural source, melted down and beautifully reconstituted into something heavenly under the skilled eye and delicate hand of the Artist.

One mystic sees a seven story mountain and another sees seven concentric circles of the city of God within the inner self. I don't know how many layers or pieces there are to me ... I won't settle for someone else's historical religious model of enlightenment. I'm on my journey.

I took my family to see Jason Upton last weekend. I knew my kids would just thrive there. Jason is a wonderful artist who writes songs with his own children. There was a moment when my soon-to-be three-year-old son Nate got up on the stage with Jason while he was singing. Jason walked right over to Nate in the middle of his song and put out his hand for Nate to take ... and Nate just stared at him and then out at the crowd ... cause I think Nate thought Jason wanted the Spiderman book Nate had ... Priceless ... One of my favorite moments of the weekend. And then there was the next evening where my three kids dragged me up to the front of the auditorium to sit down and listen to Jason sing again ... and we all sat on the floor, one on my lap and one under each arm ... and we rocked back and forth to Upton tunes. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, give us your medicine..." was Bree's favorite song of the weekend... she still sings it around the house.

The week before seeing Jason live, I was listening to his album Beautiful People during my daily commute in and out of the mountains... and these lyrics nailed me between the eyes... literally took my breath away... The song starts, "Do you know, you're a word from heaven ?" .... and I thought to myself, "No, not today I don't".... "Do you know you're a child of God?" And I've been singing along to Sons and Daughters of the Living God for a week now. It's just hitting me so fresh. And I'm meeting these Sons and Daughters more frequently these days.

My chats in Google mail are going into overload. Usually six or more conversations will pop up all at once.. at the office (where I'm the VP of an oil and gas company who chats internationally all day about kingdom). The other day it was buddies in St. John's, Halifax, and Montreal; a girl crying in a grad lounge of York University in Toronto; a new friend in Tegucigalpa, Honduras and another friend currently leading an exposure trip in Nicaragua. Just a few minutes ago, up popped another friend who's back from Brazil and heading to Zimbabwe right after the 24-7 Prayer National Leadership Gathering in Montreal at the end of the month.

Yesterday, I spent three hours in a coffee shop with a college student who once spent time with YWAM in Brazil. He's ready to dive into something God-sized. This morning, I got an email from a young woman in Indonesia asking for prayer and guidance as her work spans from the Middle East to Taiwan, China, and Indonesia. Last week, I was praying over a young couple in our office who have since headed to North Africa to pray. They need guidance and care.

They are coming out of the woodwork. They are strong and free and they have little or no structural support. Well I've got to do everything I can to help the young leaders of this emerging army. I will be their interpreter as I'm allowed to be. I know the language and protocols of other generations. And as I carry all these wonderful ones in my heart ... I'll continue being crucified with Christ in the midst of all those things that seek to steal kill and destroy. I don't have a Messiah complex. It's just that I am crucified with Christ and I know my place ... period ... and it's hard work sometimes ... to be misunderstood by so many, to be undervalued and marginalized ... but I don't really care ... I know where the current is and I am finding that flow ... and I understand a thing or two about how it's all shaping up ... and if I could say something to you as one who wants to move with you in the flow of the Spirit:

You are processing all these things very well... You are articulate. You have an ability to see the keys of your own life... I think that Jesus has given you this ability to see your heart... Many kingdom leaders can't see their own hearts. You can, and I bless you for it. You are also very honest, which is refreshing... God honours truthful people.

Just be yourself. Be free to be dissapointed. Free to grieve. Free to weep. You don't need anyone's permission to weep and pound the table as you wrestle through this. You are a beautiful butterfly emerging from your coccoon... wrestling to get your wings free... and there is that waiting period for the butterfly.. where they stretch out their new wings in the sun... and their wings warm up and dry out under the graceful majestic sun... You are in that season, where your wings are getting ready, drying out... you are nearly ready to fly... and I mean fly, really fly.. for the glory of God.

Your work in business is an opportunity. It's like there are two tracks under the train... one track is business, the other is proclamation ... and I think you should be free to do both... you'll find a good balance... and there may be ways for you to be an
evangelist in your work and see the army of God grow in the midst of your suppliers and workers from other nations. You are Christ's ambassador in every way... Your business is your church.

You are a kingdom leader. Jesus has handpicked you for some specific things. You are a word from heaven, a child of the living God ... a peacemaker who inherits the earth. It's just the way it is. It's what God put in you. You are God's...and God wants certain things done... so get doing it. Be yourself with God. Nothing can move you other than God. Nothing can intimidate you. No one can get in your way.

Don't look for the approval of men and women or those in some kind of leadership... Jesus is your leader. Love everyone. Make sure you do your best to live at peace with everyone. But follow after Jesus with a relentless fervor. And as you follow hard after Him, others will follow after you. And you may turn around and say to them, "Don't follow me!" And they'll smile and say, "But, you're following Jesus... now get going, we're tired of sitting around hearing you saying 'Don't follow me!'" And you lead and they come along... and there will be days when others will lead where you cannot, where you are tired or worn down or whatever... and someone else will jump in... not to take over, just to help... We're all God's workmanship.

The bottom line: You're perfectly fine. You're normal. You are well on the way to becoming a leader of leaders... You know how I know? Because you're humble. You ask for prayer from a stranger who has been given a little piece of what you need. You know everything must come from your heart for you to succeed finding the heart of Christ. You my friend are a rare jewel, precious. Frankly, I don't think church leaders will know what to do with you. You're bigger than their churches and ministries and budget constraints because the God you serve is bigger... Not that you're proud of being a giant...

Just typing the word "giant" reminds me of a friend of mine I was with a while back who had just returned from at trip to Laos... I was praying over him as a young apostle... and his wife is a fresh prophet... they are in a similar situation as many of you as you wrestle with your family and businesses and churches... Well, he and I went to a church to pray with some guys in a church basement ... These guys wanted to pray down fire from heaven ... But they weren't really praying (and prayer isn't in the words you use or how you use them) ... they were saying stuff like, "God we want to see your fire... blah blah blah"... it was all hitting the ceiling, no real faith simply engaging God (again it's not about the words or the process... It's about simple spiritual attention) ... They were just blabbing these words about a dangerous thing at the walls ...

So this is what I prayed in the midst of that moment, and ya it could seem like a slap in the face. I prayed, "God, why do we go looking for fire to fall from heaven when all that is falling from the sky is rain!?" And you could hear a pin drop in that room. And this girl walked in right then, she was a young worship leader, and she noticed she was standing in a room of guys, and she looked like she felt a bit awkward walking into that environment with all those religious guys ... and here's this circle of guys really trying hard, in a constipated way, to pray...

I looked at the girl and asked her to pray over these powerless guys ... and she prayed very meekly and simply, but the power of God just blanketed the place ... after she prayed her simple prayer she smiled at me and quietly left the room ... I got up from my place and left the guys sitting there ... nothing else to say really. My apostle friend fresh back from Laos followed me out of the room and said, "Hey, when you prayed that thing, about all that is falling from the sky is rain thing, I looked behind you and there was an angel so big behind you he was sitting on the floor with his head tucked down and his knees were all the way up to the ceiling... How did a giant angel fit into the basement of the church? He was huge." And we both laughed and wondered what that angel would ever do if he stood up amidst that circle of guys and started moving furniture around.

Augh, I don't know. GOSH (in a napoleon dynamite kind of way)! It gets tiring trying to explain to people with hands over their eyes and ears how a raven can lead one in prayer, or how a falcon can travel with someone for four solid hours swooping down over one's head crying out over and over messages from God, or how an eagle three feet away lifts off above one's head and stretches its six foot wing span to shadow one's whole body from the Sun and make one's hair blow in the force of wind from it's wings... and how that's a work of God. Or, deep in the forest, how a wolf can appear on a burial mound one minute and disappear in the next blink.

Or, how the sky can open up horizontally at noon and release a horizontal rainbow of gleaming light and release an angel so big over a valley it fills the sky, and it's bones can all be seen, and it has four heads and huge massive wings that nearly fill the whole valley .... and it's looking down on one who sees and is communicating so much truth as that sky stays open and that horizontal rainbow stays in that place through the whole 20 minute show ... and then it all vanishes like smoke ... Or, how the night sky can open up like a twinkling curtain beind drawn back to reveal a certain river visible and felt as it flows down from the heavens right down through one's body, soul, mind and strength.

Or, how one can speak amidst the winds about Jesus to a group of friends and all witness the winds listening and stilling themselves to silence only to be roused back to full force by one calling back to those same winds with an inviting, "Come on!" Or how lightning streaks the sky when one's prayerful pointing finger sweeps East to West over an entire nation. Or how the earth literally groans loudly and deeply under one's feet as one stands in moss ten inches deep so far from anywhere man made speaking into the earth about the sons and daughters of God about to be revealed to it.

As I unpack this, let me encourage you not to go beyond what is written. Because it's all there, in what is already recorded and compiled. It's all there. And what is written authenticates so much of what we experience. And if we have experiences that can't be confirmed by what is written we have to leave those experiences behind ... we'll have those kinds of experiences as well ... because there is so much going on in the war above our shoulders. So much miscommunication and over communication and enemy reconnaissance amidst heavens reconnaissance, that the true test is in how our character and conduct has been shaped by the red letters of scripture.. the things Jesus Christ is recorded as saying and doing and clarifying.

Because frankly, so far, I have not found anything in all of creation that Jesus has to submit to. Everything must submit to Jesus Christ. He understands the Hindu and the Muslim and the Jew and the Cree. But, they all must submit to Christ... He's not a colonial tyrannt. He doesn't need anything. He understands what people worship and why they worship it. You know what I say to spiritual stuff anymore, "Hey, I'm just a witness of Jesus Christ. I'm just here seeing what He's showing me... I'm not here to take anything or move anything... That's his job... I'm just a witness of his glory and majesty dominion and power... all power is in Christ. Hey, Jesus... could I speak with you a minute about this!?" I'm telling you everything changes from that moment on! Instant respect ... All power is in Chirst!

Jesus Christ doesn't need anyone's permission to be Himself. I learned this lesson from Him... the first One to get it right... and He still holds all the keys.

Curtain Call

This morning I poured my first coffee of the day and sat down at my desk in my role as VP of an oil and gas company here in Alberta and remembered a Russian poet once saying something about imagination forming the world into a homeland, a prison, or a place of battle - about how nobody lives in the objective world; only in a world filtered through the imagination.

With my large Starbucks "Calgary mug" full of hot Nabob from our faithful and true Tim Horton's coffee maker I glanced out the window at the traffic on Crowchild heading into the downtown core and sat down to 12 open web pages of news and three books: Maude Barlow's "Blue Covenant: The Global Water Crisis and the Coming Battle for the Right to Water", William Marsden's "Stupid to the Last Drop: How Alberta is Bringing Environmental Armageddon to Canada (and Doesn't Seem to Care)" and Matthew R. Simmons classic "Twilight in the Desert: The Coming Saudi Oil Shock and the World Economy"...

I first read Twilight in the Desert a year ago, at the suggestion of one of our engineers, during my first head-spinning industry-language-learning month in this industry. I had no idea what a BOE was or the 7 to 1 ratio between natural gas and oil? This morning, I took Simmons off the shelf again because a former head of strategy for a huge international was in our office the other day, saw the book on our shelves and said it was right on the mark. This former strategist then proceeded to lay out some general facts about his former work in the Middle East and some presently unfolding situations to keep and eye on which I ponder today as I prepare for a strategy dinner meeting tonight with some international oil and gas men.

I'm an eco-sensitive inter-disciplinary stategist in the midst of a volitile industry who understands the importance of good reconnaissance. So here's what I wonder about as I sip my coffee:

I pray for a friend who was just invited to join the team at J.P. Morgan. Then, I wonder about Magnolia Oil Bonds going to Rockefeller in 1912. I wonder about the historical opening of the Federal Reserve in 1914. I wonder what 62 Cedar has to do with 26 Broadway.

I wonder why Abu Dhabi doubles profits as its latest Canadian energy sector purchase of nearly 5 billion cash leads into selling bonds in Canadian dollars. I wonder why two Canadian Trusts are merging under the leadership of a Canadian government tax specialist. I wonder what European inflation has to do with Iraqi Euro-oil currency. I wonder how quickly the Canadian dollar became a petro-dollar...

I'm wondering about security and curtain calls.