I wrote on Monday that I would mouth-kiss a 95 year-old mustachioed smoker, if he were the man who invented routing numbers and direct deposit. That’s how excited I am about the prospect of setting up auto-draft in my life, and the resulting calm it produced in my ministry life. For the record, I stand by that statement. Continue reading “About the Things in my life I wish I could put on auto-draft.”
Thankful Thursdays: Accountability.
I’d imagine that most surgeons are careful to get adequate rest. After all, who wants to be the guy to have to say “I’m sorry about your brother’s botched facial implants, but I was out last night until 4 AM with the fellas pounding beers and watching UFC reruns…” It’s the kind of job that builds into itself a certain accountability. Continue reading “Thankful Thursdays: Accountability.”
About A Shameless Plug for Comments.
I know, you were expecting award-winning content and laughter, adding mirth and joy to all around. But I just wrote a post that is far too bitter-sounding (I’m not bitter, but the post sounded bitter) and I have made an agreement with myself to edit the bitter stuff out of my writing, which is sometime tougher than it sounds. So, in lieu of a post that makes people cringe and wish they hadn’t read it, I want to take a step back, and hear from you guys. Continue reading “About A Shameless Plug for Comments.”
About getting a Call from Global Leadership.
There are a few times in my life I’ve been rudely awoken.
True confession: We tended to sleep in a bit when we were on staff, before we had kids. I’m not gonna get into the hours that we’d sleep until, but let’s just leave it at the fact that we did most of the ministry related things in the afternoon and evening. Continue reading “About getting a Call from Global Leadership.”
About the most awkward thing you can possibly do.
(the idea for this post submitted via the submissions page. Don’t be scared, submit your story, too!)
We in the support raising business like to stick our foot in our mouth from time to time, just to remember what it tastes like. Like the time I sent a letter to a dead guy for a couple of months. Continue reading “About the most awkward thing you can possibly do.”