I’m writing this message before I actually leave for Kenya, but since I have been once before I can give you the broad strokes of some of our trip to Kenya. We left Atlanta in a flight to Amsterdam and then another flight to Kenya. All in all, that’s a lot of time in the…

“Well I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more, just to be the kind….” As I write those lyrics, you may remember them as the one-hit wonder “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by the Proclaimers. For whatever reason, the Scottish duo’s band name has stuck in my head – the “Proclaimers”. Our…

I used to be the president of my neighborhood association. I don’t know that I have ever had a more disillusioning position. When Liz and I moved into our neighborhood, we were greeted by a smiling, bubbly woman who came bearing some kind of bready sweet thing. Later, we met the old hippie who walks…

Today (April 25) is St. Mark Day, the traditional commemoration of Mark the evangelist. Normally speaking in terms of church history, we commemorate someone special in Christianity on the day of their death, the day they go to be with the Lord. St. Mark died a long long time ago, so I’m not sure how…

I have one of those watches that tells me how my sleep was last night. The news isn’t good this morning. Under the number of hours that I should be sleeping and getting up more in the middle of the night than what is restful. The software that tells me about the metrics taken by…

“Pastor, would you consider being a character witness for John [not his real name]?” That was the question that I was presented with. I knew John, of course, I had known him when he was in church and I had also known him from visiting him in jail when he had landed himself in some…

The invitation came in a brilliant white envelope with gold foil accents. When I opened it up and pulled out the folded cardstock in the inside, I noticed that it had some heft to it – not just ordinary card stock, but something substantial. On the outside of the folded note there was my full…

What would you like to be judged on? It may seem strange, but we willingly sign up to be judged for different things. We sign up to have our fitness judged by a personal trainer at the gym. We sign up to have our intelligence judged by a test or by taking a class. Perhaps…

In the Philippines where I grew up, there was a president who used to occasionally dress up in a big hat and workers clothes and ride public transportation around the country. For him, it was the best way to really get a sense of what the country was like. On a few occasions, people would…