Archive for June, 2008

Sweeter than Honey

Four years from now, when I turn 40 years old, I will have spent exactly half my life single and half my life with Deborah.  Trying to be a good husband, I researched the symbolism of the 16th wedding anniversary.  Well…there isn’t any.  It stops after 15 and then goes by fives.  So, what can I give my wife for this obscure moment of reflection?  A blog article?  Okay, maybe a nice dinner too, etc.

Even now, it’s difficult for me to remember life before Deborah.  We should never have met.  Continue reading


Without Him

I received an email yesterday from John McCain that reflected on the life and death of Tim Russert, the long-time moderator of NBC’s Meet the Press.  I always enjoyed watching Tim do his thing.  It was obvious that he loved his job and had a high respect for politics and those who worked in that realm.  It was also obvious from the two books he authored that he loved his family and took parenting very seriously.  I, for one, will miss his voice and influence in one of my favorite hobbies, politics.

However, McCain ended his email with these words that got me thinking: Continue reading

A Bite of the Big Apple!

The last time I was in Manhattan was on my honeymoon, 16 years ago this month.  It hadn’t changed much from a cursory look.  Except for one pretty noticeable gap in the downtown grouping of skyscrapers, everything seemed about the same.

I stood at the World Trade Center site yesterday afternoon for a few minutes.  What we all saw on television nearly seven years ago cannot possibly have given us an accurate rendition of the terror and chaos that must have enveloped the city that day.  The incredible collapse of those two massive buildings must have paralyzed many in fear.  It certainly did me as I imagined it yesterday.  There’s only a certain, scaled perception that television, even big-screen TVs can offer.  It was heartwarming to see the work of hundreds of builders as they labored to build the memorial, slated to be opened in 2012.  I can’t even imagine what it was like that day.  Overwhelming. Continue reading

God Leads Us Along.

As I type this, I am sitting in a hotel room in Wheeling, West Virginia.  It’s been eleven days since I closed and padlocked the door on our storage unit in Denver, loaded the family in our minivan, and headed out on what I am calling our “Homeless Tour.”  It’s true!  At the moment, we are homeless, jobless, and perfectly content in God’s will!  We continue to pursue the leading of the Lord to a senior pastorate at the place of His choosing and timing.  In the meantime… Continue reading