If our life is a tapestry, woven together by many threads, there are two dominant colors in my life: faith and grief.
When I was 4 years old, my daddy left work early one Thursday afternoon to drive home and teach me to swim.
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It’s the parking spot we were sure we’d remember, then spent 15 minutes hunting for only to realize it was one aisle away the whole time. It’s a person we were looking intently for in the crowd only to find them less than ten feet away. When our senses are...
“You have received instructions about [Mark]; if he comes to you, welcome him.” Colossians 4:10 The Teammate Who Left A trained expositor, philosopher, and observer, Paul’s fingerprints can be found all over Christian history. For both good and ill, Paul’s...
I set out to write this week about healthy exits from ministry. I wanted to write about churches partnering with their ministers who were leaving to help them land softly at whatever was next. I wanted to write about positive steps a (former) minister can take to...