Introspective Adrenaline
Today, one of my clients wished me a weekend free of injury, as “me and the boys” tackle the Gauley River marathon: 26+ miles of whitewater with 100 classed rapids, a handful of which are class V or V+. I … Continued
Confronting the Cheater in Me
I’m going to stay up here and talk to God until the mosquitos chase me home.
What Kind of Blogger Are You?
Once you know who you are and embrace it, you’re better equipped to pursue your piece of the readership pie.
Sovereign Irony
And the one morning all this seems to come together, I’m an unwilling participant.
A Simpler Memphisis
I’m embracing my Memphis and trying to make it as simple as possible.
Flipping the Litmus Test
The best distance to affect spiritual formation in another is three feet or less.
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.