When I meet new people, I find myself telling my life story…or rather a variation of my life story. Should I emphasis my years as a teacher? Should I explain how I ended up overseas? Should it be all about being in seminary this time? If I’m honest, my version of my life story depends …
Now, it might seem from the title that I was actually spent this morning’s run on top of a history book, but that’s not exactly what I mean. Since Willie and I have moved from Asheville, we have had to be a bit more creative about finding running spots. First of all, there is not …
After six months as an Asheville dog, Willie has moved on to the big city of Columbia, SC. He is now no longer roaming with the bunny rabbits and free range chickens. Now, he is a neighborhood dog. It is absolutely entertaining to watch him as he figures out neighborhood life, especially why he is …
I really appreciate the men and women who have supported me as I traverse into this new world of ministry. They gave been encouraging, challenging and thoughtful. But I just have to say…I’m not a youth minister. I know I was a teacher and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my students. I know my …
As social media exploded with the news of the SCOTUS’ decision, I wondered how this decision would impact the national Cooperative Baptist Fellowship conference. Would the agenda change? Would speakers change their prepared manuscripts or would those conversations be saved for individual churches and small groups rather than addressed from the national voice of CBF. …
I immediately went to my room when I came in. I had already seen so many pastors who knew lots of people and I was alone. Sure, there are other seminarians here, but we are a different class. We attend Newcomer’s Breakfasts and How To seminars. See, we aren’t there yet. We aren’t full-time ministers or pastors …
Ever since Willie was little, I ran with him on a leash that was circling my waist. Some people advised me against this, but I wanted to have a hands free running experience with my running partner, so I trained him not to cross and to run right beside me. He is really, really good …
I don’t really believe. Shadow thought. I don’t believe any of this. Maybe I’m still fifteen. Mom’s still alive and I haven’t even met Laura yet. Everything that’s happened so far has been some kind of especially vivid dream. And yet he could not believe that either. All we have to believe with is our …
Now, as all of you will have had reason aplenty to discover for yourselves, there are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods fo credit card and freeways, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat …
I just counted. I’ve been an intern 9 times. 6 of those without pay. 3 of those for more than 40 hours a week. In college because I was an elementary education major, internships or practicums were part of the requirement. As I rushed between classes and fulfilling the 20 hour practicum requirement, I was …
