The Big Red Pen. You know the pen. It’s that one that was used on that paper you got back in high school that looked like your teacher stuck herself with a knife and bled all over your assignment. If you are like me, you wanted to crawl under your desk and cry. And even… Continue reading the big red pen of life
Imagine this. Pick up a fictional book, preferably one you haven’t read yet. Flip through to any random page, preferably somewhere in the middle. Read that chapter. Close the book. Now write a book review. This is probably how some of us got through Comp 101 in college, but that’s not my point. My point… Continue reading more stories less statements
This is a long thought… so buckle up… The PCA (Presbyterian Church in America) is a relatively new marvel in my life. I was raised in a Conservative Baptist church. I dabbled with non-denoms and other forms of Baptist through college and some of my adult years. I had very little knowledge of Presbyterians much… Continue reading center of center, or How I learned to stopped worrying and love the PCA
It sounds off somehow, doesn’t it? Here’s the picture. Lots of church plants, as well as older churches trying to grow and establish themselves in the community, will do lots of things to get their name out there. Everything from billboards to sponsoring events in town to handing out water bottles at races and rallies.… Continue reading I don’t care if you come to my church… here’s why
The best part about having a teen, hands down, is watching him grow up and mature. It has been an honor to see his transformation into a responsible, caring, intelligent, sweet, loving young man who takes care of others (like his baby sisters) and is a helpful, delightful person to hang out with. It doesn’t happen overnight. Fo sho. But it does happen with thoughtful dialogue, respectful disagreements, humbling challenges, and a renewed sense of self and purpose in this world.