Author | Vagabond Preacher | Lover of the Poor | Grandpa
It seemed like pretty much everything dear to me was taken from me. It wasn’t true, of course. I still had Jesus, my kids, my friends, and my extended family. But in a couple of months I had morphed from a married, healthy, hardworking pastor and respected member of the community into a jilted, frail, …
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So, my son and I went to Arizona to watch Spring Training baseball games. My divorce was in full swing and we just had to get out of town to let out some of our angst. I don’t know what it takes to get a job at a Motel 6 – if you have to …
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When the handwritten message on the wall became clear that our marriage was finished before we actually crossed the finished line (the “till death do us part” part), I was in such emotional turmoil I wanted to put some distance between me and the pain. I craved escape. Thinking out loud I said the same …
Since I haven’t been blogging for a couple months, some people have contacted me to see if I’m okay. I appreciate the concern and that they actually noticed my absence in the blogosphere. During my first half of seventh grade our family moved to another city three hours away. After five or six months we …
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