Some nine years ago I sat on a weight bench at the Wolf Creek YMCA in Toledo listening to some new music by Sara Groves. (Has it really been nine years that I’ve been working out? I really should be in much better shape.) The opening song to her All Right Here is “Less Like Scars,”… Continue reading Less Like … More Like …
Recently, I began leading two different men’s groups I’m simply calling D Group 1 and D Group 2. The first includes four guys who are a bit older than I am, and the second includes a twenty-something and a teenager. We just started Francis Chan’s Multiply, a fantastic study on becoming and making disciples—which is… Continue reading My Hang Up with "the Lord"
I remember my dad tending to his rosebushes at my home in Arizona. We had just a few lining our driveway. He would care for them, making sure they had enough water to endure the summer heat. Occasionally, he would clip a rose and present it to my mother. I also remember when he would trim down the bushes, and I always thought they looked awful. Why would he butcher them so?
Once a week or so I’m given a reminder—a gift, really—of how much I can be a jerk. I’m sure there are other opportunities for me to realize this, but I’m too self-absorbed to notice them.
Several months back I got in trouble with someone for what I posted on Twitter/Facebook on a Sunday morning, something like: No bling today, I forgot my watch and my Silly Bandz. Guess it’ll have to be all substance today.