To Discover What Makes a Man

I have always struggled with what it means to be a man. The typical manly virtues I learned growing up never applied to me: I wasn’t tall, rugged, handsome. I didn’t have broad shoulders and large hands. I didn’t excel at sports or enjoy hunting and killing. In so many ways, I fell short of… Continue reading To Discover What Makes a Man

Wednesdays Are a Battleground

The Cure sang a catchy little ditty about “Friday, I’m In Love”, about the mindset of the singer towards his unseen amorous partner. The lyrics can seem a bit brutal, but the idea of certain days of the week mattering/feeling more or less than others is one with which I readily identify. Mainly because Wednesdays… Continue reading Wednesdays Are a Battleground

My Struggle Against Grace

The students at my church, whom I love dearly, whom I would gladly do just about anything for (except for the typical stupid-youth-pastor stuff), have organized multiple benefit events to help my family with medical expenses. No one in my family is deathly ill, as one might think whenever the terms “benefit” and “medical expenses”… Continue reading My Struggle Against Grace