I almost always carry a pocket knife. It’s a practice I developed when I was fairly young. You might be wondering, “What inspired you to do such a thing? Did you have a parent or grandparent that passed this on to you? Did you live on a farm or out in the sticks where it was a necessary tool?” The answer is, the knife in my pocket is an example of an instance where media influenced an...
Making Space at the Table
Many might be tempted to say I come from a broken home, but that really is an incomplete thought. While it is true that my biological parents divorced when I was a teenager, by the grace of God, what was once broken was made new. Due to a series of circumstances and events that would take more space than I have available, my mother and a close family friend of ours were married in October of 1997...
Bridging the Generational Divide
The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. once famously lamented that 11:00 AM Sunday morning was one of, if not the most, segregated hours in America. While the argument can, and certainly is being made that this is still the case, I have come to believe the issue extends beyond racial lines. This form of segregation is admittedly much less offensive than racial segregation, but it is present...
The Beauty in the Chaos
It’s 4:45am and, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I am WIDE AWAKE. For many of us, this isn’t exactly worth a second thought. This is just a mundane detail of daily life. For me, this is an issue as my alarm isn’t set to sing me from my slumber until 7:00am. That would be another 2 hours and 15 minutes hence. Being that I have so much time before I actually need to get myself and my children up...
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