How is everybody doing tonight? You look great. You’re less sober than the people I usually talk to.
“My Soul Clings to the Dust”
August 2, 2022 by
Have you ever wondered what dust actually is? Magnify it 22 million times, and you’ll find a terrifying landscape: great ropes of hair, menacing dust mites, bits of dead insects, clothing fibers, pollen grains, and sloughed off skin cells.
Crossroads: My Hope is in the Lord
December 6, 2021 by
I am a worrier by nature. When things go wrong, I get anxious. When things have the possibility of going wrong, I get anxious then too. So it is comforting to know that the Lord who watches over us doesn’t sleep. God doesn’t get tired. God doesn’t get anxious.
Praying with My Feet
June 3, 2020 by
On Memorial Day, George Floyd, a 46-year-old African American resident, was arrested by Minneapolis police for allegedly attempting to use a fake $20 bill at Cup Foods, a local store.
My Speech to Seminary Graduates
May 12, 2020 by
Once again, no seminary has chosen me to give the speech at their graduation service. My mother and I do not get it.
Formations 09.01.2019: “It Wasn’t My Fault!”
August 25, 2019 by
If you struggle to own up to your mistakes, psychological studies indicate you are not alone. Researchers with PsychTests recently analyzed data from over 4,700 people who took their Self-Esteem Test and compared two groups.
Crossroads: My Shepherd
May 13, 2019 by
Most of the time, I associate this well-known psalm with funerals. I don’t like to read it because it brings to mind sadness and pain. And yet, this psalm is all about peace. It is also about being treasured.
The Day I Lost My Sam
June 20, 2018 by
It’s funny how in losing something, you find something else. Like when you’re looking for your lost earring under the dresser and you find that Lego piece your son needs or paperclips or cut toenails. Gross. Who finds cut toenails under their dresser? Definitely not me.
My Will be Done
September 5, 2017 by
In my family of origin and true of others in the South, children are seen and not heard. To be sure, it was more instruction in role expectation than reality. The adults didn’t want to hear the children. Their voices, our voices were devalued, prejudged as needy, juvenile, playful.
An Open Letter to My Mental Illness
May 18, 2016 by
I suffer from a mental illness. At times, it can be crippling and debilitating. I just spent some time in the hospital dealing with my illness. One of the doctors knew I was a divinity student and Christian minister and asked me, “Have you lost your faith?”
Crossroads: My Shepherd
April 18, 2016 by
Most of the time, I associate this Psalm with funerals. I don’t like to read this Psalm because it brings to mind sadness and pain. And yet, this Psalm is all about peace. It is also about being treasured.