Tailgating the Holy Spirit
As I’m letting go of my OCD, checklist faith, I’m growing in my confidence that the Christian life does trump the alternative—and not just for the post-death part.
Breaking Out of My Caste [System]
So, as with a company, we assume that spiritual success is at the top of the ladder. It’s not.
Brett the Jet
Fans are used to business in the free agency era. We’re used to fungible heroes and shrinking windows of championship opportunity.
Defining Facebook Friendships
With the new dynamics of communication comes new definitions of the relationships that develop on Facebook. I’m just bold enough to categorize them. Ironically, we are probably many or all of these to different members on our friends list
Truth in a Lover's Words
That shouldn’t surprise us: that’s how God designed it to work.
The Line of Personal Truth
There’s one line, for me, that always seems as thin as a moment, at most a few minutes: the line between I can’t and I just did.
Speed Kills . . . the Fear of Speed
So, I had outrun my fears without rear view mirrors. I had hung my number on destiny, and it had stuck.
Why God Blesses Us With, "No."
One of those plans prevents us from devolving into the freak show world we’d own if we always got our way. We’d probably blame God for that little wonderland, too.
East of Halfdom
The Christianity I now know conquered my formerly-prefabricated faith.
Wrestling with My Words
When I can’t figure out what I think about something, I start writing about it.
Who Let the Songs Out?
What if worshippers didn’t have the restraints of religion?
Spontaneous Corruption?
Is it that hard to think there’d be more than one way to communicate with the God of creativity, variety, and inspiration?
The Heartbeat of the Church
That sounds so liberal and lazy to my old churches—probably because they can’t measure it, codify it, cross it off of their OCD lists. I know; I used to be that checklist guy.
Bye, Bye, Miss America Vanilla
We smirked at the implication: America is vanilla.
Sour Grapes Sportsmanship
It works. It’s fair. We’re all grown men, here. It’s your job to fill your own jock strap, not theirs.
Size Kills
Quite frankly, this is the best I idea I have ever had.
Welcoming Rain in Paradise
All that’s left to decide is galoshes or bare feet?
Finding My Place
Almost every week, someone getting out of their car says, “You look like you love this,” or “You have way too much energy!”
Life Wired
I won’t deny it all might be crazy. It might not even be practical. Maybe, though, if you’ve read this far, it at least makes sense.
Is God in Numbers?
Sometimes, the people who successfully run ministries simply prove equal to their for-profit counterparts. That doesn’t make them prophets or wolves; it doesn’t brand them omniscient or Satanic. Any extra credibility proves man-added, not God-added.
The Swimmer
“Yeah, dude. Jimmy earned his tip today. This is what I paid for,” I’d reply. “And I’m just happy to be here.”
The Magic, Jagged Little Pill
I just don’t swallow much employee bilge about how business owners have it made. They wouldn’t have a job unless someone like me made one for them.
The Joy of Shifting
So, I don’t care what you drive. You can compensate with size or speed, sum or sculpted lines. But if it’s not a stick shift, you’re not driving.
Death of a Salesman
They mean good. Their goals seem eternal. But I don’t remember Jesus persuading anyone, selling anyone. People were drawn to him.
Courage and a Best Buy® Card
There’s substance beyond the conquering, below the dreams crossed off life’s to-do list, above the totem pole carved for legacy.