I'm a wordsmith, a carpenter, an ex-pastor, and a repentant sinner. I have seven wonderful children and an amazing wife who still loves me.
Today, all I want is a loaded rifle. The feel of the wooden stock in my hands, the cool metallic smoothness of the darkened barrel glistening in the light from my cell phone as I slowly insert the gleaming brass shells into the receiver. I fill the magazine, although if all goes well only one … More The Hunter
My Orders are to fight: Then if I bleed, or fail Or strongly win what matters it? God only doth prevail. The servant craveth naught Except to serve with might. I was not told to win or lose- My orders are to fight. Ethelwyn Wetherald – a Welsh Canadian poet Proverbs 21:31 The … More My Orders are to Fight
Am I still sane? I’m not entirely sure. Because everything I am is still suspect, even my sanity is suspect. Nina wants to know if I am playing with her heart. No, I am playing with my sanity. People see a sad, quiet man. They should see an insanely distraught man with his hair on … More Madness & Charades
Written June 28, 2018 I have never felt so alone in my entire life, and I have always been alone. There has always been a huge gulf between me and others. Even in laughter, the heart has been sorrowful, but in that silence and emptiness, there was the illusion of friendship. I had taken comfort … More Screaming Silence
I’m a bit chubby in the flesh, but that is nothing compared to the excess that surrounds my life. The last two weeks have been a painful exercise as I moved out of the pastor’s office. Painful, heartbreaking, soul-shattering painful: like embalming your own dead children kind of painful. Not because of the work itself, … More Weight Loss
Several years ago I was skiing with my children on a local hill. The day was fine, the weather was nice enough, and the hill was easy to navigate. By “easy” I mean laughably so for someone like myself who has enjoyed alpine skiing in the past. As the day wore on my patience with … More Garage Sale
Learning to Run 