After years of chasing one dream after another, things finally clicked into place and God’s plan for my life became exquisitely clear. He was calling me to preach. Sure, I could become a teacher, a private music instructor, a professor, a writer, or a worship leader, and could probably find success. But that wasn’t […]Read more "Most Prized Possession: My Father’s Library"
Sometimes I miss the Teacher’s Lounge. Okay, wait, let me back up – that’s not gonna make any sense. This has been bugging me since yesterday, so now all of my lucky readers get to hear about it. Tada… congratulations! Anyway… so yesterday I was feeling a little worn out from a long week of […]Read more "Friends Let Friends Have Bad Days…"
An Open Window Some folks say they can see the past like it was yesterday. Well, it ain’t never been that way for me. My growing up days are just a blur mostly, but there is one day in partick’lar that sticks out like a bleeding thumb… and always will, I reckon. I was about […]Read more "Short Story – “An Open Window”"
I catch myself fidgeting nervously as I sit among my new friends at the “Fraidy-Cats Anonymous” meeting. One by one, they tell their stories, describing how they’re deathly afraid of spiders, tornadoes, black cats, etc. Then it’s my turn, and all eyes fall on me. I swallow hard. “My name is John Mark,” I begin […]Read more "Coulrophobia – My Irrational Fear of Clowns"
Lost and Found Soon time will end with trumpet blast And countless saints will gather ‘round Blood-washed millions will shout with joy “We once were lost, but now we’re found!” Angelic hosts will stand in awe And marvel at the glorious sound As Heaven rings with thunderous praise, “We once were lost, but […]Read more "Lost and Found"
Excited about today’s assignment, I reached across my desk and grabbed the closest book, The J.I. Packer Classic Collection, and flipped to Page 29. Almost immediately, the word Paternal leaped off the page and kidnapped my thoughts. The following letter is the result: Dear Satan: You really think you’re clever, don’t you? Surrounding us with […]Read more "Dear Satan: You’re No Match for My Paternal God!"
When asked to name my favorite movie of all time, I don’t even have to think about it. “October Sky,” I answer without hesitation. It was my senior year of high school, and my close group of friends decided to celebrate our independence (and blow some of the hard-earned cash we’d gained from our first […]Read more "Book Review: The Coalwood Trilogy"
“Oh, I’m just not the crying kind.” Famous last words. I used to try and convince my wife that I’m not the typical “dramatic musician” who wears his emotion on his sleeve, but I’ve since given up the charade. What can I say? I’m a sentimental person, and everybody knows it. But even after coming […]Read more "The Crying Kind…"
Flowering cactus, Spicy New Mexico sun, Stucco childhood home. Though I was born in Texas, my dad served as a pastor in New Mexico for about five years. It was here, in a tiny little desert town only thirty minutes from the Mexican border, that I did much of my growing up. The home itself […]Read more "Haiku – “Childhood Home”"
Cherished Meal Whipped mashed potatoes Piled high on my plate Swimming in butter To help celebrate Fresh garden okra Fried golden and crisp Piping hot manicotti Blowing warm steam in wisps Hand-kneaded rolls Baked honey brown And vanilla cream soda To wash it all down But the night’s grand finale For my […]Read more "Cherished Meal"