I grew the moustache. I blogged a few times. I told anyone who asked about the #Movember movement. I told people the importance of men's health. I told them how so many men either ignore or refuse help when they need it. I told them how important it was for men to take care of … Continue reading My Movember Confession
It's day seven of Movember. Throughout this month, many people around the world (including me) are growing moustaches to build awareness of men's health issues. Many, many thanks to all the kind women who commented on my post a few days ago, in which I aired my concerns about focusing on men at a time … Continue reading You’re Not a Burden.
I used to really love Fridays. They're my day off. The one day of the week when I get to take off my pastor hat, and just be Michael. I used to have a lot of fun on Fridays. I used to go out letterboxing on Fridays a lot, drive for miles and miles to … Continue reading Disco Gourds
So here's what happened. We'll start last Thursday. Last Thursday evening, I led a Bible Study, the first in a six-session series on the book of Revelation. Afterward, I felt guilty, and I wrote a blog post about it. In that post, I shared how terrible I felt, and how much I had done wrong. … Continue reading Finding Other Voices
It was an amazing day at church this morning. It was Rally Day, the first day of Sunday School, the first day of a brand new Sunday School program at our church, with new teachers, a new curriculum, and a new style of teaching. It was Youth Sunday, an annual event where our teenagers plan … Continue reading The Truth of the Dark Voice
I have never owned a firearm. I have never fired a weapon. I don't think I've ever even touched a gun. Alright, I think I may have fired a BB-rifle when I was in cub scouts. But that's about it. Probably the initial reason why I've never owned a gun is simply because I grew up … Continue reading Why I Will Never Own a Gun
This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. This is the story of how I experienced the call to become a pastor. I've told this story in various ways over … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #15: The Belly of the Whale