Tonight I had “dad duty” again… but I don’t have any spectacular stories to share about my great successes or anything like that. It was a normal night, but one that took me down memory lane as I took my boys on a walk around the neighborhood. Brock was riding his skateboard and I’m pushing Jake in the jogging stroller and I had this flashback looking down into the stroller and thinking back to when I was running Brock around…
Today I sit down to write after watching my Tahoe of nearly 8 years drive off into the sunset. Well… actually it was already dark, but just go with it. It seems strange that you would be sad about seeing your old car go bye-bye knowing it is being upgraded to a newer and shiner replacement. But I just think back on the memories. The many students it has carried around over the years. The family trips to the beach…
Hopefully you guys were enlightened to hear about this topic from someone with a first-hand perspective on the subject of homosexuality. To me, the message that came through loud and clear in her story was God’s love for her and God’s love for all humanity. Sin breaks God’s heart – no matter the sin. But God in His grace and mercy continues to pursue us with the hope that we will accept His forgiveness and repent (which means turn our…
I’m sure many of you have been struggling and grieving over the loss of innocent life and the unthinkable tragedy that has occurred on Virginia Tech’s campus. I am still in the process of trying to understand how a person (gunman) can reach the depths of despair and evil or whatever led him to commit such violence. My heart goes out to the community of college students and faculty as well as to the families who lost loved ones.Why do…
OK guys… you know the drill by now. I have too much to say every week and not enough time each Wednesday night to cover it all. So, let’s go beyond the message on homosexuality. Like I said last night, I realize that this is an extremely difficult topic to talk about because for many of us it hits close to home. And that can be direct – like personal struggles, a family member or a close friend; or it…
So today was a first ever for me. Jury Duty. I don’t know how I’ve escaped it so far and I only say it that way because that is the impression I had about serving from others I’ve heard talk about Jury Duty. I’ve never seen anyone jumping for joy at the mailbox with a summons to serve as a juror before. But to be honest, it sounded somewhat intriguing to me and of course, I wanted to perform my…
Some of you are guessing the title of this post refers to the line in the song I sang on Easter. I guess that is partially correct. I enjoyed singing, but after singing for multiple rehearsals and three times on Sunday morning it becomes difficult to get the song out of your head. Not trying to knock on David Phelps, but as one of my students said, “That song sounds like ‘Hotel California’ with different words.” Pretty funny observation about…
On the way to school this morning, Brock and I had our normal devotional and prayer time. Although this morning, Brock asked a great question as we were talking about today in history. He asked, “Dad, how can it be a good day? Why is it called Good Friday when Jesus died?” I thought that was a very perceptive question for an eight year old. I’ve heard through the years that the word good used to have a secondary meaning…
I just wanted to say to you students that I appreciate your honesty and responses to tackling this tough subject of prejudice last night. If you felt somewhat uncomfortable or were challenged to evaluate your thoughts and actions on this subject, then great! Where do we go with this, though? I would hope that we aren’t ok with holding on to our prejudices, so here’s three things: (1) Reach out, make the effort to get to know someone, (2) Watch…
Just a little “dad” post here to brag about my oldest. We celebrated his birthday this weekend and it’s sometimes hard for me to believe that I’m a parent of an 8-year old. I’m very proud of the young man that he is becoming. We got to participate in a father/son campout this weekend with our church and Brock brought his own tent and slept in it all by himself right next to my tent. So the transition to manhood…