Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I… …couldn’t decide. Even if you’re not familiar with Robert Frost, you probably know that’s not how the poem goes. But that newly edited version is a fine reflection of what my decision making process looks like. Not all of it of course. Let’s not fall under […]Read More Make a Decision
I worship 24/7, 365 days a year (I can even outperform fitness centers that claim to be open all day every day). This includes holidays. Even the minor ones like Waffle Day, Winnie the Pooh Day or even National Hug Your Cat Day (it’s not so fun for my cat, but it’s great for me). […]Read More The Call to Worship
Nickelback taught us to “live like you’ll never live it twice” and Alphaville gave us the perennial takeaway that we might as well hope to “die young” or at the very least, “let us live forever.” I wanna be forever young became more than your typical go to song of the night before the bars […]Read More Life is Short, So Wait.
Several years ago in June of 2015, I wrote an article titled, “To the Late Virginia Woolf.” (If you’re curious, you can read it here and even the entire website if you so choose). As an English major, I had read my fair share of novels by the literary greats. At the time, I had consumed […]Read More To the Creator
Its the ultimate question in the game of life and the pinnacle of conversation starters during any family gathering or social outing. Its that stubborn inquiry which manifests itself into every inner dialogue and late night existential meltdown. Its first debut comes in a more illusive form: ‘what do you want to be?’ Fast forward […]Read More God’s Call for the Industry Worker
“Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22: 31-46 If the world truly knew what lurked outside, every alert would be made to dispatch patrol […]Read More Jesus’ Prayer
I remember a moment of internal panic sometime in my undergraduate years. Outside of going to my numerous English classes, cranking out literary papers after the other, working out and maybe watching re-runs of old sitcoms, I began to live, eat and breathe through my church community. Everything I did seemed to revolve around the […]Read More Me through Him