I am celebrating 29 years of sobriety today. Nearly three decades ago, I put the bottle down for the last time. Coming off a month long binge fueled by drugs and alcohol, I knew something needed to change. The path I found myself on only led to death and destruction. I didn’t start out withContinue reading “On the Eve of My Solo Art Exhibition”
Being Prepared for Impromptu Conversations
The other day, I had a conversation with a man standing firmly atop of his personal successes. He told me a lot about what great things he had done and what greater things he could do. The Parable of the Rich Young Ruler came to mind. Before me sat a man who had everything, yetContinue reading “Being Prepared for Impromptu Conversations”
When Church Hurts
When church hurts, the wounds run deep and the cuts take awhile to quit bleeding before they begin to heal. Your soul wraps itself in a protective cocoon and everything church related reeks mildly radioactive if not full blown Chernobyl. At times, I’ve been reluctant to lean into the hurt. If he were here, myContinue reading “When Church Hurts”
