I wonder what it was like to be a hand-selected part of the twelve. No, not that twelve. The twelve before them: the spies sent to the Promised Land. I think I would’ve been excited. I mean this is it: the end of the whole journey, the promise that parents lull their children to sleep with, […]Read More The Dangerous Hypothetical
The inability to do anything presented a need for something I hate: asking for help.Read More As a Father
I distinctly remember the gnawing ache in my stomach as we pulled out into our daily territory. Businesses made it worse, Hispanic shops made it better, but any kind of territory brought about this reaction. Canvassing terrified me.Read More But How Do I Serve God Here?