A couple of months ago I had lunch with one of those Yodas–those wise, older pastors who have been in ministry so long they ooze wisdom without knowing it. This gentleman could offer commentary on nearly anything and it would be laced with something helpful. He’s been at the same congregation for more than thirty years, and in ministry for more than thirty-five years.

That takes some doing. It doesn’t just happen. It takes something to live one’s life with integrity in a fish bowl, make the sacrifices full-time ministry asks of you, help grow a church over decades, and still smile a lot—after nearly forty years. Such pastors are my heroes. I hope to be one of them.

I didn’t know I would become a preacher. I always had great respect for them. My father still preaches on a volunteer basis for the church I grew up in—and I think he’s fantastic at it. But, I always thought I would do something else. I thought I’d be a baseball playerContinue Reading

stream of consciousness

Here are some things on my mind this Friday morning: Yes, I would love to see George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic in concert at the House of Blues. Who wouldn’t? Yesterday on Facebook and Twitter, I asked people to mention what the worst gift card they ever received was.Continue Reading