Last night was hard. And painful. As I drove away from the house to pick up my son, I flipped the radio on and immediately scanned away from the Christian radio station. Sappy, 7-11 Jesus music was the last thing I wanted to hear. I needed something hard and loud — something to give voice to my anger and frustration. … But I found nothing. Continue reading
Note: The following sermon was delivered September 4, 2016, at the Virginia Scottish Games Kirkin’ o’ the Tartans Service.
I recently wrote this poem, and with where I am in my life right now, it resonated. It’s a bit dark, so forgive me in advance, but it’ll make sense in a minute. Continue reading