Blogposts
Teamwork Makes the Dream Work
Lately, I have been touting this as our new family mantra. Actually, if you’ve spent any time around me you’ve probably heard me say this mantra; there is just something about it that is so simple and yet so profound.
Do Yourself a Favor – Find Something You Aren’t Good At
Legs bent, knees to the chest, squeeze everything as tight as possible, hold your breath, and keep your eyes on the boat.
It may sound like a weird game of Twister, but it was my mantra as I attempted to become a slalom skier. Beginning at the end of last summer I had made it my goal to get up on one ski, to feel like I could pop up out of the water on one ski and be in complete control.
Three Years of Sobriety and I Still Have the Same Problem
Three years ago this week I decided that I would stop drinking alcohol. I wish I could tell you I did this for an overtly noble reason, but the reality is that Jay Meyer asked me to stop drinking while I was serving as the pastor for Next Step. When he asked me I was appalled, I was shocked. Then, I was furious that something as unimportant as alcohol could have such a hold on my life. Really, why couldn’t I just give it up? Why did something that seemed so silly elicit such a reaction?
Can We Be More Than a Taxi Cab? -- Suggestions to Change Your Drive Time
Lately it seems as if Karen and I are just on the run all the time. We move kids from here to there, between my meetings and her meetings, and throw in practices on top of all of that. It becomes easy to see that we spend a lot of time in the car.
The Coach Made My Kid Cry
We are first-time football parents. At ten years old, my son is now playing the most popular sport in Centerville, Ohio, and from all accounts he is doing well. He loves it. He loves his teammates, he loves hitting, he loves the speed of the game.
I Saw a Miracle, but Not the One I Expected
It was just over a week ago that five churches came together at Riverscape Metropark to worship for unity and to supply backpacks for students returning to school throughout the Miami Valley.I wrote in my last blog that I was expecting a miracle, and truthfully I was. I was expecting so many people and so many backpacks that it would be standing room only. I stood around on that muggy Sunday evening and I began to watch the people come in. People from all over the Miami Valley shuffled underneath the pavilion anxiously awaiting our worship to begin. I stood there and watched, and then something crazy happened: people stopped coming.
I’m Expecting A Miracle This Sunday
This Sunday evening at Riverscape Metropark, I’m expecting a miracle. Have you ever done that before? Have you ever been a part of something that feels so amazing that the only way to describe the event is miraculous?
We are Changing Your Worship Time
Those words might be some of the scariest in the English language. I’m not sure anything can upset the delicate balance of nature quite like changing service times. For some it feels like an earthquake, for others it is a declaration of war. Changing service times is a difficult task even for the most seasoned churchgoer.
Baseball and Bucket Lists
I have been a baseball fan for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, there was nothing more meaningful to me than watching, talking, or playing baseball with my dad. One year we even went on an epic road trip, and the climax of that trip was watching the Reds (my favorite team) versus the Cubs at legendary Wrigley Field.
Do We Have the Courage to Wash Each Other’s Feet?
I have been grieving a lot lately. People dying always hurt my heart, and when it seems so tragic it hurts even more. I’ve also been grieving the reaction of so many people passionately defending their positions.