I was in the kitchen, trying to wake up enough to prevent myself from being burned by angry coconut oil. I flipped a slice of yam with a fork and the oil crackled in protest. The counter was covered with lunch in various stages: grilled pork from the night before was suffocating in a crumple... Continue Reading →
Easter, A Poem Frilly baby blue dresses over new shiny shoes, little pink headbands and ties like a noose. It’s all the same. Same dirty hearts and hands lifted in praise to a god I’m not sure is even listening. We’re here because we want things from him, we talk about him, read about him,... Continue Reading →
Marriage It was a breezy spring day in New Mexico. The sun was strong and warm as it fell on my black sports coat. I was holding my leather-bound Bible and reading Ephesians as I paced up and down a flagstone path. “Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making... Continue Reading →
Stop Learning and Start Living Do you know what your neighborhood needs? They need you to love them in the same way that you love yourself. Do you know what your family needs? They need you to love them sacrificially like Jesus loves you. Do you know what the body of Christ (the Church) needs? It needs you... Continue Reading →
Your Job Title Really Doesn’t Matter “Paul, a servant [slave] of Christ Jesus, called to be an apostle.…” Romans 1:1 “James, a servant [slave] of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ….”James 1:1 “Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ….” 1st Peter 1:1 “Jude, a servant [slave] of Jesus Christ and brother of James.…” Jude 1:1... Continue Reading →
Pastors ❤ Starbucks So, it’s been eight months since I’ve started writing full time. I know, supposedly, it’s a dream job, and I’m not sure I can disagree with that, but I am sure that I can tell you that typing at Starbucks has taught me a bunch of things. Let me share a few. What I’ve learned at Starbucks:... Continue Reading →
We dropped the ball when we made the conscious decision to spend every single Sunday afternoon sitting on our couch yelling at a bunch of boys in helmets and shoulder pads instead of making sure that you were emotionally, physically, and spiritually ready for another week.
So, I’ll ask you again, are you being transformed by the renewing of your mind to look, think, talk, and act more like Jesus, or are you content to go to church for an hour a week and throw up a few Hail Mary prayers during the week?