Edge of me

Ragged I feel the end of me The fraying edges of my fear The tattered fringes of my trying The frantic fingers of my pushing. I always feel broken here at the edges Fleshly me finding futility there in the dark Again Forgetting that faith can traverse these winding...

Passionate about church

After twenty one years in ministry, I’ve worked with and ministered to thousands of people. And ten minutes ago, I realized something. I can now, finally and authoritatively, paint you a vivid picture of a person who is genuinely passionate about their church....

Garbage man

I’m a bonehead. Just puttin’ that out there. The other day we got an official city notice. A slap on the wrist about the alarming state of our part of our back alley. Among the offenses (yes, there were several); 1. The weeds exceeded seven inches in...

My wife and my iPhone

Two things. First, this past Sunday I preached a sermon about our tendency to treat priceless things that should never be for sale as if they’re petty, and also the flipside—our tendency to treat trivial things as though they were worth the world. I also...