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⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you’ll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.
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A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.
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Grant’s thoughts about purchasing the Toyota snapped away when the officer softly tapped the driver’s side window. “Hello? Can you roll down the window for me, sir?” Grant didn’t realize the young officer was standing next to his door. The lights were blinding and hypnotizing all at the same time. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.” He quickly
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Before I was old enough to read, I told stories. Imagination incubated, spit out into the world through my limited toddler vocabulary. After being taught how to read and write, the magic turned from oral stories to written stories. Now I was writing my own material, reading everything I could to get ideas, even the
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Staring right at me, I thought she would start screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs. Before you start in on me, I just want to set the record straight – I didn’t start this argument. No. Really. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault. But then again, the guilty always have a way of
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“I don’t go out much anymore, Will. The Cheetos trucks I told you about? They are coming more frequently.” Jerry crushed his cigarette in the overfull ashtray after taking one more drag. “Bringing in more and more of those . . . I’m not sure what you call ‘em, Will.” Staring into space, he stopped
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So, here’s the thing. My relationship with God is being renewed and reinvigorated as of late, thanks to discipline, running, and consistency in silence and stillness. That’s the reason for this blog post. It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me that I struggle with people’s inattentiveness and inconsiderate behavior. From the grocery store to
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“I ain’t the one!” His lisp and raspy voice caught me off guard. “You heard me, boss. It ain’t me. I ain’t the one who did it. And you know it!” Dealing with homelessness was something Scott was familiar with, but this man, who went by Bobby J., wasn’t the sort of person he was
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Entitlement and the sense of entitlement is the belief your rights are above other people’s, that it is your ‘right’ to get something that no one else deserves. Based on that definition, can we consider speeding entitlement behavior? Watching people act out of this sense of entitlement, believing that their destination is much more important
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“I don’t understand what this has to do with the communications director position. Why exactly are we going to Walmart?” Scott sat in the passenger seat of the Model X while the interviewer, Fran Travers, drove, pulling into the farther spot from the front doors of the retail giant. “Because I need to pick up
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Yesterday, I wrote a blog post that upset people. I got a community guideline violation on Nextdoor for my post, ‘Stop Being So Judgey.’ The violation? “No racism, hateful language, or discrimination of any kind is tolerated on Nextdoor.” I would like to apologize to those who found the post hateful or discriminatory. That post
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This question was posed to a group of college athletes who follow Jesus: If your church was a professional team and the senior pastor was the coach, would you be a starter? Would you be on the second string? Or would you be a benchwarmer? As an ultrarunner, I am familiar with sports analogies in
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I don’t get it. Chances are, as a middle-aged white guy, I never will. But that hasn’t stopped me from asking. And I’ve asked women of all ages and races, those willing to talk with me and listen to my ignorance, why they do this. What is the deal with women judging another woman when
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Piercings have never been my jam. Do they bother me? Never have. Never will. Even though I’ve seen my fair share of piercings that not only look like they were painful to get, but they are obviously infected! I’m trying to figure out what kind of person lets an infection get bad enough that the
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“How strange a body would be if it had only one part! Yes, there are many parts, but only one body.”1 Corinthians 12:19-20 NLT Every person lives their story. Sometimes, it’s a story filled with anxiety, pain, and suffering interwoven between tales of love, romance, and the gushy stuff of romantic comedies. But no matter
Stories. Enjoy!
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