Pathways

When possible I ride my bike to work, not on multi-lane highways, thoroughfares, and avenues, but on the trails provided by Dallas Parks and Recreation. Although often no more than narrow pavement over old railbeds, they provide a perfect path: flat stretches edging...

Change Is Coming

Routine is a powerful thing. After I graduated college, our family spent 11 years in a starter home. We sold it and moved about 5 miles away, where we lived the next 11 years. A little more than 5 years after we had moved into that second house, I found myself driving...

I Would Choose Him Every Time

For many years we had an early morning prayer meeting at the church I pastored in Arlington. A few days a week 2 or 8 of us would gather at 5:30AM for 10 or 30 minutes of corporate prayer. Looking back on it, I’m surprised how many different people participated, and...

May Love Drive Our Labor

My dad corrected me once, a hundred times. I mean, when he corrected me about something, I never wanted to make that mistake again. But there were a hundred different mistakes requiring singular correction. In this case, my adolescent self sauntered off for another...

Irony From My Juvenile Forensics

As a debater from 8th through 12th grade, I spent untold hours finding evidence in UTA’s library, writing briefs, practicing rhetoric, scrimmaging debates, reading current events, and ultimately applying it all at tournaments around Texas. In those moments, I was so...

Big, Dark, and Scary

When my granddaughter was not yet quite 4, my son-in-law and I thought it would be a good idea to take her to the theater for a piece of cinematic fluff the name of which has since left my mind. We had talked about the possibility that at her tender age it might be...