From kindergarten to my senior year of high school, my father saw me off to school every single day. And whether he was helping me onto the bus or handing me the keys to his truck, he uttered the same … [Read more...] about A Kind Word.
So who came before God? I remember asking my Dad that question as a child. “Nobody,” he casually responded. “Nobody comes before God. He’s God.” Such a basic answer for such a basic question. But that … [Read more...] about Questions.
All I could do was stare back at them. All of them. Completely speechless. In just a few seconds, my shock turned into a bit of confused anger. “What is this?” I thought to myself, glancing at each … [Read more...] about Hate.
So if Heaven is for Real, what about Hell? If you’re looking for a best-selling novel about a young boy who journeyed through hell and woke up to tell the tale, you’ll be looking for a while. Hell … [Read more...] about The Problem of Hell.
Sometimes the only way to know the right decision is by learning from the wrong one. I haven’t lived a long life. But I’ve been around long enough to learn a few things the hard way. Long enough to … [Read more...] about Lawlessness: A Summer of Bomb Squads and Bad Decisions
However you choose to describe the recent modern cultural ‘shift’ in normative sexuality in this country, you no doubt have heard this phrase. Or perhaps you haven’t. It’s the most basic Christian … [Read more...] about Christianity and Homosexuality: Would Jesus really ‘love the sinner and hate the sin’?
This week I celebrated my second wedding anniversary. And that means a couple things. It means we’ve finally shed the ‘newlywed’ label and graduated to good ole-fashioned married life. But two years … [Read more...] about FIRED.
“I’m ready to leave,” he said in a mix of sweat and tears. Usually people say that on the way out. That was his opening line. Wherever he’d come from, he’d been outside. Unfortunately it was hotter … [Read more...] about The Modern Prodigal: A Short Story of Addiction, Adultery, and a Long Road Home.
I severed my spine on a trampoline when I was nine years old. On an average summer day, without padding or supervision, I plummeted headfirst onto a metal beam and the sound of my neck snapping … [Read more...] about Scars.
[5/26/14] Just step outside. You’d be surprised at the friends you can make. When I step outside, I look over a small valley. It’s a hayfield owned by Chaplin’s oldest farmer, Billy Colvin. If I ever … [Read more...] about A Farmer’s Tears