Christmas in the Desert – Part 3

No matter how busy I might be leading into vacation, I always try to ramp up my workout schedule, especially when we're heading home. I strive to take off a few pounds before our trip because I know I will add about five. We love seeing family, certainly we do, but there's no denying we…

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Christmas in the Desert – Part 2

The first time I went to Disneyland I was about nine years old. If I am remembering correctly, it was a gift from the doctor my mother worked for as a secretary. She and my dad were divorced by then, so she loaded us four kids up in her small sedan -- or was it…

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…

Back to Work

I’m up early today for the first time in a while, aside from church yesterday. Doing what I always love in the early hours. Reading Scripture, journaling, listening to music. Classical today. Something to ease me back into working after about three weeks off. Not only did I holiday from my real job as a worship arts pastor, but I also didn’t write anything. ...

Packing Light

We’re headed out for Arizona in a few days, and I need to pack some tunes for the trip. We’ll be driving nearly 5,000 miles roundtrip, almost 80 hours in the car, so I’ll need a lot of music, audiobooks, and podcasts. I suppose music is like clothes for some people. I like to pack a lot because I never know what I’m going to be in the mood for. Whereas some want their entire wardrobe available on vacation, I always want my entire music collection.

Tyranny of the Smartphone

Instead of feeling the need to answer every phone call and email as I receive them, I have a tendency to retreat to solitude when I’m working on something that demands my complete attention, setting my office phone to DO NOT DISTURB. Certainly, there are times to shut off my phone, but I also need to be open to interruptions. God may want to order my steps differently today.

A Boy’s First Game

Last Saturday we took Micah to his first game, compliments of some friends of ours. It was looking like rain would wash out his first experience—I should say, mine. But threatening clouds in Cincinnati held back as we took in the sights from some fantastic seats behind the Red's first-base dugout. So close, in fact, I was vigilant the entire time for fouls in our direction.