You’re Right, I Don’t Trust You..Yet!
“You just don’t trust me,” my fourteen-year old-daughter screamed through clenched teeth. Her eyes were narrow, brows furrowed, and lines on her forehead seemed to spell some words that expressed that feeling in her heart. It was everything you would expect READ MORE
Stolen Boots
When I was in fourth grade someone stole my leather boots. They were not ordinary boots. The leather that wrapped and tightened together to form the boot had that intentional worn out look you see today in something new meant READ MORE
Statistics and My Father-In-Law
I showed my father-in-law some of the statistics about pastor burnout and dropout, and he could not believe it. I don’t mean he could not believe it in the, “That is unbelievable,” kind of way. Literally, he did not believe READ MORE