• #193
    Sep 30, 2012

    Love on a Paper Plate

    Pepperoni Roll
    Reflections on a Breakfast Delivery

    It was an emotional moment for me, yet I didn’t know how to feel. I was moved by the gesture, but I felt awkward for being the sole recipient. Love, respect, and appreciation wafted with the smell of bread, protein, and dairy; but I didn’t feel like what I love to do needed to be rewarded. In a welcome moment on the horizontal level, I felt something vertical in motion.

  • #175
    Nov 5, 2011

    Finding Not-so-random Words on My Screen

    Image used with permission through purchase from iStockPhoto
    Writing a Eulogy for a Friend

    So, for the last three days, I’ve been talking to God about it, asking for something worthy of John, worthy of his mom, worthy of answered prayer. Today, I interviewed John for an hour about his mom—a woman I’ve never met.

  • #169
    Aug 6, 2011

    Driving While Anonymous

    Toyota Carrolla
    Lessons From a Car Rental

    But this week brought a different sentiment to the uninspiring rental car experience. This week, I wasn’t renting a car from a distant airport. This week, I was driving four wheels’ worth of milquetoast on roads I drive everyday.

  • #163
    May 16, 2011

    What Would Jesus Vandalize?

    Vigilante Spray Paint

    Hey, I struggle, too—not to judge, not to disparage, not to avoid. I’ve got a long way to go—at least as much as the facelift haters, probably much more. But I know my path toward Christ-likeness doesn’t take me up a ladder with a can of spray paint.

  • #157
    Mar 13, 2011

    Jeans for Jesus

    First Service Team
    Following a Prompting

    At some point last autumn, I realized that my shorts were getting in the way. My dysfunctional, insecure psyche was liking the attention my shorts got me. Jacked—I know. When passing greetings revolved around my shorts, they couldn’t be about our guests or about Jesus.

  • #149
    Dec 3, 2010

    Fine Print Evangelism

    Business Card Proselytizing

    Jesus left heaven to come to where we are. He didn’t rain post-dated business cards on us. He didn’t ask us to weed through insider jargon to understand he wants us more than he wants justice for our sin. The choice he offers is essentially an ultimatum, but he wants *so much* for us to reciprocate his movement toward us.

  • #142
    Sep 6, 2010

    The Flight & Challenge of My Life

    John Milhous
    Pondering Legacy

    “God left me here for a reason,” I inserted later into the indelible conversation.

  • #138
    Aug 16, 2010

    Breast Implants & John the Baptist

    Tattoo Model
    Insecure Motives

    It’s just interesting to me where I and other people draw our differing lines and how those lines seem to sprout into moral boundaries.

  • #123
    Dec 30, 2009

    The King of Self-Promotion

    Clown King
    Chasing Humility

    I want to chase the God who instantaneously spoke undiscoverable galaxies into being, shrugged his figurative shoulders, and documented it for an eternity of spectators with just, “He made the stars also.”

  • #110
    Sep 13, 2009

    Confronting the Cheater in Me

    Blue Ridge Perch
    Introspection at Higher Elevation

    I’m going to stay up here and talk to God until the mosquitos chase me home.

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