The Apology

I used to drive a UPS (United Parcel Service) truck. Really. This was the job I had when I one day received an apology. I had been working for UPS during college. I was a student at the University of North Texas I worked at the Dallas location in the evenings, loading and unloading trucks.… Continue reading The Apology

What I Wish I Had Done Differently

1. I wish I had not wasted energy wanting to become important and instead choosing to focus on my significance in Christ. When I first became a minister, I noticed that some ministers seemed to be more important than others. (Yes, I know they are not. I’m just telling you that is the way it… Continue reading What I Wish I Had Done Differently

What Has Helped You Feel Less Self-Conscious?

I never intended to be a minister. Never. I grew up in a church. Over the years, there were probably a half-dozen ministers who preached at this church. As a child, I really didn’t know much about them. I only saw them from a distance. Yet, most of them seemed “different.” Not different in a… Continue reading What Has Helped You Feel Less Self-Conscious?

When You Are In a Dark Hole and Can’t Get Out

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

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

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