Limiting Others: A Reflection

It’s a long story, so I will attempt to keep it short. A few months back I decided I wanted to do a series on how friendships with Jesus changed and challenged people. It was something that challenged me to look at how Jesus interacted with specific people. It also revealed his humanity that he... Continue Reading →

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Blocked View: Analysis Paralysis

It has been often and well said that one of the reasons that adult men love sports is that they are taken back to their childhood so quickly and easily. Probably so. There is, however, that point when our analysis of sporting events causes us to miss the obvious happening in front of us. Such... Continue Reading →

Condemnation

Condemnation feels good. Going off. Putting someone on blast. It makes us feel complete – even if it’s only for a moment. Pointing out the faults and inconsistencies of others is much more fun than questioning our own motives and behaviors. Many times when we point out these areas that we see as inconsistencies we... Continue Reading →

Approval

I don’t do a lot of reflecting on my childhood. I’m not saying that is a positive or negative, I just don’t. If I press myself I can remember things but as a general rule I don’t experience waves of nostalgia. Side note – a can of Sunkist gets me every time. I can almost... Continue Reading →

Wait A Few

It seems like we just can’t help ourselves. Recently, I was attending a conference which was attended by church staff members. Christy and I sat at breakfast the morning after Trump had announced that he was going to meet with the Dictator of North Korea. The gentleman behind me, who also happened to sit at... Continue Reading →

"He made me do it, dad!" "Do you mean, son, that he made you hit him?" "Yes, sir." "Well son, show me how exactly that he made you hit him. Did he hold your arm? Did he promise to break your favorite PowerRanger? How exactly did this happen?" "He looked at me wrong." "He looked... Continue Reading →

Don’t Shoot The Jukebox

Bubba shot the jukebox last night, Said it played a sad song that made him cry. Went to his truck and got his .45 Bubba shot the jukebox last night. Shooting Jukeboxes I would say that in my life I have shot a few jukeboxes. A few messengers, if you will. Moments in my life... Continue Reading →

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