I was nervous. I sat in a chair, of a large counseling center located just off the Country Club Plaza in Kansas City. I had begun seeing this counselor just a few weeks earlier. I was there because I was struggling with depression. I was in the middle of a church situation that was tough… Continue reading When You Are In a Dark Hole and Can’t Get Out
Category: My Story
College, Confusion, and God’s Faithfulness
“We do our best when we don’t know what we are doing.” — Bono Bono spoke these words to Bill Hybels, in an interview taped for Leadership Summit 2009, about working toward making a dent in global poverty and the global AIDS problem. Can you relate to these words? I know I can. When I… Continue reading College, Confusion, and God’s Faithfulness
My Story: Life at the First Church
My early years as a minister took place in a small church in middle Tennessee. The church was in Pulaski, about an hour from Nashville. The little church met in a storefront on the highway that led to Minor Hill. Yes, it was a storefront. Used to be a convenience store. Just across the street… Continue reading My Story: Life at the First Church
Marriage 101 — A Basic You Don’t Want to Miss
My wedding ring used to be gold. Now it is silver. It looks just like the ring in this picture. The gold band? Well, that somehow disappeared on a softball field years ago. We looked and looked for it. I think the earth swallowed it. Anyway, this is a ring like the one I wear… Continue reading Marriage 101 — A Basic You Don’t Want to Miss
Just Enough Time for What Matters
I have been on Facebook for about a year. What I absolutely love about Facebook is the opportunity to re-connect with friends from the past. In the past few months, I have had the opportunity to communicate with Frank, Gary, Debbie, John, Bob, Debbie, Rick, and today — Stan. I haven’t seen most of these… Continue reading Just Enough Time for What Matters
I’m Still the Boy
I looked in the mirror a moment ago. I saw a guy. Father of kids in their early twenties. I’m married and enjoying it. Yet, the mirror is deceiving. I’m still the boy. I’m still the boy who used to climb the cottonwood tree in front of our house on Alhambra street, look into the… Continue reading I’m Still the Boy
My Story: High School Years
I went to a small Christian school from the time I was in kindergarten until I graduated from high school. It was small, familiar, and felt like a warm, safe place. I have memories of teachers who were good people, and, for the most part, these were happy times. It was in this school that… Continue reading My Story: High School Years
My Story — School Years
From kindergarten through high school, I went to a Christian school in Dallas. My parents, along with a number of other parents, helped begin this school just before I entered kindergarten. I have only a few, vague memories of kindergarten. I can remember Mrs. Rich, my teacher, who was a warm and lively person. For… Continue reading My Story — School Years