As I walked along the banks of the River Liffey on the last day of my journey, I think all the energy of the ancient cities I had visited––London, Oxford, and Dublin––began to course their way into me.
When I return to my hometown, I realize I am a fish out of water. I recognize the sights, the sounds, and the flavors, but they are no longer mine. There is an aesthetic, verbal, and all-around cultural disconnect. The experience is bittersweet.
As children, I think we need these places. We need places where dangers lurk, mysteries lie beneath the surface, and doorways to other worlds wait to be discovered.
I preached my grandfather's funeral this past weekend. I was simultaneously saddened by the loss of my grandfather and relieved that his long battle with multiple ailments was over and that he is, to the best of my discernment, now with the Lord. I have been told multiple times that a preacher should not officiate … Continue reading Preaching Through Pain
In less than a month, I will travel to my hometown of Ellijay, Georgia for a few days. Louisville has become my adopted home over the last six years, and for good reason. That said, I have a lot of love for my hometown. I love the more relaxed pace, I love my family, and I love the Appalachian Mountains.
Almost a year and a half ago, I was having a conversation with one of my pastors. At the time, I was set to soon be part of a church plant in Asheville, North Carolina. As I began to express a certain anxiety about my upcoming move, my pastor presented an interesting question, "Have you … Continue reading Louisville
This is the way of life together: "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." (Rom. 12:15)
I grew up in the North Georgia mountains, in the rolling, rural heart of the Deep South, and thus was thoroughly aware of Christianity from a very early age. The beliefs and mores of Christianity have long engrained themselves into that culture. My great-aunt and uncle and would take me to a back-woods independent church … Continue reading My Testimony
I have been very quiet here and at Image of Truth as of late. Honestly, the majority of the semester had me in a mental fog, and my mood matched the relative lack of lucidity that I was feeling. Frankly, the burnout I have felt with seminary the past year has been a great stumbling … Continue reading So Where am I?
It is no secret that I have had a certain enmity with Christmas for quite a few years now. As a child, I embraced Christmas as it was given me: Santa Claus, Christmas presents, television specials, and celebrations galore. Funny, the thing most unimportant about Christmas in those years was the fact that it was … Continue reading Finding My Christmas: A Personal Journey to Advent