A Pastor With No Vision

A Pastor With No Vision

If you’re a sadist and enjoy seeing someone squirm with discomfort, I invite you to watch me suffer through a business meeting. In such a setting, one discovers I take on the desperate actions of a fish snatched out of the sea. Flailing around, eyes bulging with...
Baking Chocolate Chip Cookies as Pastoral Care

Baking Chocolate Chip Cookies as Pastoral Care

I’ve constantly struggled throughout my life at having to do something a particular way because folks told me there was only one way I could do it. Since middle school, I’ve dug in my heels on plenty of hills of resistance, starting with any math teacher who...
Midnight Phone Calls and Maintaining Friendships

Midnight Phone Calls and Maintaining Friendships

My great-grandmother Grandmaw Martin used to say, “Nothing good happens after midnight.” As a young man, I lived the opposite of her statement. In the witching hours, I experienced some of my most pleasurable, fool-induced joys and a series of brushes with...
Navigating Loss and Processing Grief

Navigating Loss and Processing Grief

Sitting in the new library at home, a tidy but disorganized space containing bookshelves and a smattering of unopened moving boxes, I glance out the window and catch a glimpse of the night sky. The trees cover much of my view, yet I can still make out the different...