The muffled serenade of the thousands of fluffy feathers was rudely interrupted by the blaring of three separate alarms. Three o’clock in the morning. Dyenna, Ben, and I were awake.…
Author: BAM
Twenty-six Point Two
It started at 5am. With a two hour drive looming, I was antsy to be off. Nearly there, and it began to dawn on me just how far out this…
When Pigs Fly...
It starts in the pit of the stomach. Hours away from the start of the race, as I was staring at the ceiling, the seconds seemed to drag. I can…
Running Alone
A mountain of time has passed since I wrote thoughts of mine with any intent for them to be shared. My monologues and my life have been decidedly closed for…
Blessed and Broken
Some time ago, I disappeared into a wilderness. I came back with a beard and a sermon. Often times, as we commit ourselves to ministry, we give everything we know…
The Chosen Ones
This is the sermon I preached at the Lakeport Community Church over the weekend. Bottom line: The chosen ones are not chosen ones simply because they have been chosen by…