Not that you asked but here you go…
Why I write?
- I’m more of a verbal person than a literary one, but still I found out that sometimes I had to write about my faith and thoughts to explain it to others in my world.
- Is this really necessary? I think so, though it sounds kind of silly, I’m aware of that. But really it was a part of getting the message across. I try to keep a journal to accompany many of the thoughts that I am constantly having so that I can convey them later.
- Blogging makes me be a better writer. Writing is a skill that needs to be practiced and I need to practice it more often. If someone just thinks about writing they are a thinker, not a writer, by committing to this blog, it forces me to fine tune my abilities.
- Writing forces me focus. I customize every talk I give, the presentations I give are constantly morphing from week to week based on what is happening in the world, the experiences I have, and the people I meet. Thus, many of my blog posts are directly related to crafting a presentation for an upcoming speech. It also makes me think about what is important to the audience, and not only about the things important to me.
- The words might help someone. If in some way something I put on here helps another person, then the time it takes to write is worth the effort.
- Finally, the blog forces me to keep reading and learning. If you want to write you must be exposed to new ideas, thoughts, points of view and perspectives. Because I write this blog I must force myself to observe the world around me more. It is easy to get myopic and not seek inspirations. This is an easy trap to fall into as a aspiring pastor but we must stretch ourselves.

Over and over I run into this scenario. The other night I was leaving work and while walking out through the security door I noticed something. A small cricket was jumping up and hitting the door, repeatedly. I stopped for a second and looked at the situation and decided that someone after me would kill this bug so I decided to just help him out. I walked over to the door that lead to the outside and opened it. As I opened the door the funniest thing happened… the cricket jumped the other way! “Seriously!”, I said out loud and watched the scared creature bound away, I was confused. So I tried to pursue it and I honestly must have looked like an idiot, i mean a 250lb man chasing a fingernail sized creature trying to do what is best for it. Finally, I caught the little booger and carried him outside and released it. Did I get a thank you? Ha, nope! Actually, if it would have spoken I would have freaked out but I watch this scene happen over and over with bugs in all situations. We’ve all tried to let the stupid buzzing fly out the window of your car while driving only to have it fly at you 


Yes, what you are viewing is not a mirage, that is a man in his underwear hugging another (buckle to buckle I might add). Honestly, this is a pretty touching moment when you read why this happened. Let me give you the story. The clothed man’s name is Nathan and here are some of excerpts from his blog (