chalk art by shannon hey friends. i have had a couple of comments from some folks recently about why i haven't been blogging as much. even if no one was asking, i must admit that i sometimes wrestle with some inner voice which tells me that i'm not doing enough, not contributing enough, not writing enough, not being enough. to which i say "bull pucky." it's true, i haven't been writing as frequently here as i have at times in the past, but further reflection on the reasons for that lack of writing has led me to remember that being a dad is a full-time occupation. i am in the wonderful throes of helping three boys become young men, and it takes just about every bit of energy that i have. and i get it wrong at least as often (if not more) than i get it right. and then i have to undo, or redo, and that takes even more energy. i went with jackson's class to the metropolitan museum of art on thursday. my so-very-well-behaved son (i was so prou
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.