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Tag: journey

There’s No Such Thing As A Great Idea…

When I was in high school, a friend of mine was gifted a fully-restored 1965 Mustang GT coupe as his first car. It was beatiful. Bright red. Bullit rims. Working ORIGINAL A/C. From the moment I rode it in, I wanted one. It took many years, but in 2000 I purchased my very own (and… Read More ›

A Season of Listening…

Understand this, my dear brothers and sisters: You must all be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry. (James 1:19) For the better part of the past 7-8 months, I have recognized the value of silence. This has been a hard lesson, because I love to talk. I love to voice my… Read More ›


My first car was a 1985 Toyota Supra.  It was a graduation gift from my parents and my grandparents.  I was overwhelmed to receive this “prize” from my family.  It was used with 68,000 miles on it (which I would more than double when I owned it), and it was more than anything I could… Read More ›

7 Degrees

A couple of weeks ago, the area I live in experienced single digit temperatures for the first time in 18 years.  It happened again this morning, and is supposed to happen yet again a couple of times next week.  Winter, it seems, suddenly remembered how to behave like winter. If you’re from a colder climate,… Read More ›


Last night I had a dream. Long-time friends and people I used to serve with in church were in it.  It was so vivid, it was like being there – right down to the emotions. Old friends.  Some who still are.  Yet some are not. And I woke up in tears.  I woke up missing… Read More ›

What Sound Do You Make?

Sounds are tricky things.  They can be soothing – like the hum of a fan on a summer day.  Or they can drive you mad – like the way the scream of a toddler can somehow pierce your skull through the ear canals and disable all higher brain functions. There is music.  There is noise…. Read More ›

Holding My Breath…

Three months ago, I jumped. I’d been involved in a church for 11 years as Creative Arts Pastor.  For most of those years, I could never imagine doing anything else.  But I jumped out. God said, “Go,” and I did. I won’t lie.  During this season, I’ve wept for what I’ve left behind.  I’ve pondered… Read More ›