It’s Movember

I have been rocking an excellent multicolored beard for some time now. It's become more and more grey, with flecks and stripes of red still in it as a throwback to my youth. (My beard has always come in red, despite my dark brown hair. Call me GingerChin. No, actually, please don't.) But now the … Continue reading It’s Movember

The Truth of the Dark Voice

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

Why I Will Never Own a Gun

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

Snapshots of My Depression #15: The Belly of the Whale

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

Snapshots of my Depression #14: Locked In

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. In my twenties, I spent five years as the full-time Director of Education/Pastoral Assistant of a Lutheran church. Fresh out of seminary, … Continue reading Snapshots of my Depression #14: Locked In

On Fragility

I was hesitant to post what I wrote about suicide yesterday. And prior to receiving all the affirming and supportive comments, I second-guessed myself. I wondered if I should have written it, if I had gone too far. If I would just upset people instead of offering something helpful. I was speaking this with my … Continue reading On Fragility

Don’t Call Me Selfish

Don't call me selfish. Now, I know that I am selfish sometimes. I can certainly be self-absorbed and self-centered. I can certainly be worried more about my own stuff some days than anybody else's. I can certainly fail to love my neighbor. But there's one piece of me that is so often vilified as selfish. … Continue reading Don’t Call Me Selfish