Category Archives: Life Lessons

Racial Supremacy, Brokenness, and a Better Leader

In the wake of the alt-right, white supremacist, outright insanity that took place in Charlottesville, VA over this past weekend I have gone through a litany of emotions and responses. I have been angry – no, outraged at the sheer audacity of these fools carrying a flag that our grandfathers and great-grandfathers sacrificed life and limb to wage war against. I’ve been stupefied at our President’s absolutely useless response, and even more so at Robert Jeffress’s almost complete silence concerning this overt display of hatred and all that is anti-gospel. I have been saddened that our country’s form of government allows as freedom of speech/expression a flag that has been outlawed in Germany. Now? Now I’m just broken.
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Fight for Joy

I’ve been a husband for three and a half years, a dad to our oldest son for two and a half years, and a dad to our youngest son for seven months. Getting married, the arrival of our first son, and bringing our youngest son home after a week in the NICU, where I felt much like a yo-yo at times, are some of the happiest, most joy-filled moments of my life. Looking back, I think Satan was pretty happy about those moments, too.
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When God Shows Up

It’s been a crazy ride the past couple of years watching our oldest son, Calvin, grow into the walking, talking, ball of energy that he is now. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday when I held him in my arms listening to little baby sounds, or maybe I’m delirious and I’m really remembering his two month old baby brother, Joseph.
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A Life Worth Living

Parenting has been simultaneously one of the hardest things in my life and one of the most joy-filled, and joy-producing, things as well. It’s so hard to be woken up at 8:00 in the morning on the weekend, or in the morning at all on the weekend, but nothing compares to seeing that little man smile as he pulls himself up on me after he drinks his bottle and starts to play with us. He’s so happy and playful and it lights up the room.
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Running When You Can’t See

I woke up early on Saturday. Five o’clock in the morning. Well, 5:15am, really. I know, sheer craziness. Not as crazy as running six miles after Texas has had time to heat up, though. I drove over to the lake, half awake and half eating an orange. I got going and once I reached the side streets that lead to the running path, I realized something: I couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of me.
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