if you’ve read this blog for a while, you may have one nagging question. “why do you write in lowercase?” after all, my profession is editing. shouldn’t the use of all lowercase letters go against every fiber of my being? well, to be perfectly honest, not really. in fact, if anything, it frees me up. [...]
YouthWalk, the magazine i edited for ten years, just won another award from the Evangelical Press Association. my friends, Laurin and Travis, are doing a great work and they won some accolades over the past few years for their efforts. i’m proud of them. but i can’t seem to find the words to tell them. [...]
sin happens. we all do it at some point. even Christians. and when it happens, if you’re a follower of Christ, you have to do something about it. the catholics have confession. many protestant churches have altars. but for me, my preferred place was the Christian bookstore. it’s where i did penance for my sins. [...]
i may be more. (see last week’s post.) but God is so much more. God is more than my iPhone. He is more than my iPad. He is more than Steve Jobs. He is more than a brilliant actor. or media-obsessed celebrity. He is more than a great song. He is more than a great [...]
i am more. i am more than a husband. i am more than a dad. i am more than a son. i am more than a son-in-law. i am more than a friend. i am more than an editor. i am more than a project manager. i am more than “the go-to guy” for getting [...]
i drive about 45 minutes to work every day. there are a couple of different routes i can take, but regardless of which way i go, it always takes me 45 minutes. if you live in metro atlanta, my commute is average. if you live elsewhere, you may find that number shocking. but i actually [...]
my oldest son just turned sixteen a couple of months ago. because of the law in our state, he has to wait exactly a year from the date he got his learner’s license, and since we were a little delayed in making that happen, he will be sixteen and a couple of months before he [...]
some stories just need to be told with no flowery language, or clever phrases. so i’m going to tell you a story about a boy and a girl. this story took place 18 years ago on a day called april fool’s day, april 1. the boy was a fool. not just a fool for [...]
it may as well have been a cubicle. or an empty nursery. or a rejection letter. or a grave freshly covered with floral arrangements. but it was a room. a small, cramped room. filled with grief. disappointment. disillusionment. fear. and one lingering question that may have gone unspoken, but hung heavily in the air—what now? [...]
Good Friday. actually most fridays are good. but this one, well, it’s really not so good. it was probably the worst friday for a lot of people present. in the past, i’ve seen Good Friday as simply the day Jesus died. almost with the same sentiment as lincoln’s birthday. that doesn’t mean i’ve taken for [...]
