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Becoming Priests

Becoming Priests

I've been a full time pastor, a company CEO and have probably led a thousand more people in other capacities over the years, but these offices have proven mere child's play compared to offering a simple Bible study with my family.

I know few fathers today who crack open the Bible with their family...

Real Men Sighted at Dunkirk

Real Men Sighted at Dunkirk

Maleness is beautiful.

It may be a little awkward to say, but isn't maleness beautiful? There are no arguments about whether femininity is. Many would now argue that diversity is. And tolerance. But who is arguing that authentic masculinity is? Nobody. And it is killing our sons. It is frankly killing us as men too.

North Pole. South Pole.

North Pole. South Pole.

By the hand of providence, I have a friend in Russia and a few in Scandinavia who are laboring for the gospel courageously. Like the running salmon that draw fishermen from all over the world to that region, there are a few men swimming furiously against the swift current of a culture that is attempting to neuter the God-given hearts of men and women.  The result is the recasting of male and female

JAILBREAK

JAILBREAK

A few painful question leaked out of my lost and wandering heart 15 years ago. "What did you create me to do?" and "Will you give me one thing I can do really well for you?" Beyond the joys and challenges of my most important occupation as a loving husband and father, this poem, a simple and heartfelt reflection of my heart's most enduring desires, is his answer to the ever-present question of my calling.

BIGGER IS BETTER. Part 1

BIGGER IS BETTER. Part 1

When I was 10 years old I payed good money to see Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark nine (9) times in the theater.  Regular price was a whopping $1.25 but the matinee was only $.75, leaving money for a soda. That Summer I carried a makeshift whip at my side and changed my name to Indiana. 

BEAVER WOOD LEADS ME TO JESUS

BEAVER WOOD LEADS ME TO JESUS

There are moments when beauty hurts. Sitting with my bare feet in the cold running water I watched my kids frolic. We'd been here catching bugs and other critters for a while to stretch our legs after hundreds of miles on the road. We needed to carry on if we wanted to cross the continental divide while it was still light. But this small stream had exactly what I wanted. 

BEER FOR MY HORSES

BEER FOR MY HORSES

I was by myself with the windows down in Big Bend National Park. Mine was the only car on the highway, meandering through painfully beautiful landscapes and listening to a playlist I created for just such quintessential Texas moments.  With the red granite cliffs of the Chisos Mountains to the left of me and the desert to the right and in front of me, the imposing landscape begged to be complemented with loud music from the masters of Texas songwriting: 

BELOVED SONS AND WARRIORS

BELOVED SONS AND WARRIORS

"Train a child in the way that he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it."  -Proverbs 22:6

As I have the privilege of playing baseball with these 8 and 9 year old boys I am constantly reminded of the critical and fragile role a man plays in his son’s ever-evolving world.  It’s sad but true that, as a culture, we've largely forgotten the art of raising boys into men.  It's only been in the last 1-2 generations that father and son have not worked awkwardly close to one another in a field or a workshop.  Fathering a young boy skillfully to manhood is an art