Spider Fingers

I love surprises ... I think. I haven't been the recipient of too many, but I love giving them -- planning them, all that's involved. Over the weekend I revealed a surprise to our younger daughter Jacque that I couldn't wait to give her. Actually, I did receive a gift earlier this year that totally…

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Soccer Dad's Perspective

Despite having a firm grasp of the offsides rule, I'm not your typical soccer dad. I'm not too excitable on the sidelines. I don't cheer too loudly, if I can be heard at all. I don't yell out unsolicited advice, partly because I have none to offer. I feel bad when kids on the opposing…

Still Searching

This is the continuation of a series of posts:My Three DadsFirst Conversation in 30 YearsDay at the BeachI've been wanting to close this short series, but I've been working on a number of projects and my bike keeps beckoning me to enjoy the summer weather. I could always write in the winter months. This week…

Day at the Beach

This is the continuation of a series of posts: "First Conversation in 30 Years" and "My Three Dads." The first week of April was rather chilly in Myrtle Beach, but we didn't go just for the beach. We left right after Easter worship services, arriving shortly after midnight. We hadn't expected to meet up with my…

First Conversation in 30 Years

This is a continuation of my post a couple weeks ago entitled "My Three Dads." I called my father in January of last year. I steadied myself to hear his "hello" (or perhaps, "hola," as he is Mexican -- I'm half) but got his voicemail instead. Even still, his prerecorded voice overcame me. I didn't leave a…

My Three Dads

The focus at our Lent chapel gathering this week was on healing, particularly how we as followers of Jesus can help bring healing to victims living in a broken world. Not wholly innocent victims, mind you. Certainly there are those who've been victimized by others' sin -- we usually refer to this as injustice. But every…

A Cruel Harvest

Having grown up in a Pentecostal church that shunned formal liturgy, then spending my early adult years at a church where the pastor, a former Baptist, shied away from anything traditional, I didn't recite the Lord's Prayer much. Even now, I couldn't say it from memory. The first few times I heard it I remember…

My Talk at Birthright

A few months ago, a lady at my church asked if I'd be willing to speak at an annual dinner/fundraiser for Birthright, which is a ministry that anonymously serves pregnant women -- and those who think they might be. She wasn't sure why she felt led by God to ask me, but she chose to…