Twenty one years ago this month I made a journey that would change my life forever. Let me tell you about the summer of 1997. The summer of 1997 was probably one of the most frustrating summers of my life, even to this day. I had finished my third year at Northeast Mississippi Community College with no immediate prospects of…
It’s been a couple of years since we journeyed through the first Friend Requests series. This is the beginning of our second quest through your topic requests. Like always, I wait for suggestions to come in through my Facebook and Twitter accounts, and our very first topic in this second volume of Friend Requests is kind of judgy. In fact,…
Recently, I went into my pastor’s office for advice. I was a little frustrated, a little unsure of myself, so I went to him because he has had some experiences that I thought would give him insight into my malady. Of all the good things he imparted to me, one has risen to the top. He said, “Sometimes we minister…
If you’ve been a reader of my blog or my books, or a listener to the podcast, I hope you have gathered that I enjoy writing. Writing has become one of those outlets that God has graced me with, which I didn’t see coming. I mean, I learned in college that I could spit out pretty good academic papers. I…
Have you ever been confronted by a skeptic or an atheist about the violence of God in the Old Testament? Or perhaps it’s this: you’re a Christian and God’s violence in the Old Testament troubles you because it doesn’t seem to line up with the Jesus of the New Testament. Jesus who said, “love your enemies,” and God who said,…
This morning I was praying and writing down my thoughts and the Holy Spirit revealed something to me that will change my life if I let it. I’m reading the book, Killing Kryptonite, and at the end of each chapter, the author gives you a little assignment. This particular one tells you to pray and ask the Holy Spirit to show…
My friend, Cory, is always sending me things he finds funny. And most of the time I think they’re funny too. He and I go back a long way. My earliest memory of him is when we were both in kindergarten. In high school, we spent a lot of hours making Mr. Bill home movies, finding creative ways to run…