Confessions of a Selfish Jerk

In church, why can't it just be "all about me"?

Jerk

The church today has become pretty much a “non-prophet organization”. Years ago, preachers were praised for “telling it like it is” to a congregation. These days, that kind of truth that “cuts like a surgeon’s scalpel” is about as welcomed as a porcupine at a nudist colony! Don’t get me wrong – we still love […]

When the Walls Come Down

When the party ends, what will be left?

Rules

I watched them tear down my dreams today… Well, it wasn’t really as devastating as it sounds. It was actually just the set for a musical I was performing in. We had auditions about 3 months ago. I hoped and hoped I’d get this particularly fun part – one of the leads with my own […]

Our National “Barf-O-Rama”

When our fighting is done, will there be anything left fighting for?

airsick bag

The current political climate reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in the movie Stand By Me… Young Gordie, who aspires to be a writer, tells a story around the campfire of a pie eating contest. When a rather corpulent young man is harassed by some town brats for his size, he decides to […]

GIANT METEOR for President

Are we already too far gone in the "summer of sixteen"?

Giant Meteor

It’s easy to fall into the trap of being a prophet of doom these days. Opportunists wait for the latest disaster and then use the maimed bodies as fodder for their own angry theories. Some people want things to go south. Why else would we all get so much satisfaction from going to movie after […]

Turning…

#prayfordallas #prayforallofus

church

There’s an ancient remedy – a formula meant specifically for the healing of a nation. It has nothing to do with education or rights. Instead, it involves humility, confession of sin, and obedience to God. If we follow it, we life and thrive. If we do not, oblivion. No other talk matters in the end. […]

“Click, click, click…”

Hang on for the ride of your life!

Rollercoaster

I hate rollercoasters. Seriously, for the money people pay to ride the things, I’d pay you twice that much to keep me off one. I simply don’t trust them, especially the hastily-assembled rust buckets you find at your garden-variety county fair. Yeah, the one being operated by the dude named “”Lefty” with no teeth. Oh, […]