A beat-up sedan pulled up behind us and a young man climbed out. He was barefoot and shirtless.... "Y'all need any help?" he drawled.
I learned that the most powerful thing to happen in the pulpit does not come from eloquence or charisma, but from connecting with the people and feeling what they feel.
After forty years, I can say I'm free of envy of my fellow youth group member, even if he is still handsome at sixty--like a movie star who has decided to make his hair gray to acknowledge he’s aging but still sexy.
On the one hand, I wish I had never left the ministry. On the other hand, I wish I had never gone into it in the first place.
Lost moments. Shared moments. Moments for second chances. They don’t last long but they’re a big deal.
Am I the guy who was once the starting quarterback but is now diminished to where I only play occasionally off the bench? I can’t look at it like that. I have a whole life to live and it does not include becoming less as I get older.
I’m scared like everyone else right now. I have one of those essential jobs where I come out of isolation to sell groceries to people, some of whom could be contagious. The anxiety hangs on me like an extra weight that I carry wherever I go. Sometimes it gets me down but it’s my job … Continue reading Essential Work (101st Post)
I'm not going to be attending my 35th college reunion.
We’ve made each other pretty mad at times but we remained friends.
They make the uniform look good. I went from being embarrassed to hoping I'll be worthy of it.