Lost in the Undertow

Lost in the Undertow

It rarely starts with something big. David was just standing on a rooftop. Achan was just following orders. Eve was just hungry. Everyone “was just” at some point. That’s where it starts: in our court. On our terms. Under our control. When God...
Learning to Walk

Learning to Walk

Finally slipping back into consciousness, my uncooperative eyelids grudgingly yielded two slits through which my listlessly wandering eyeballs struggled to bring the ceiling into focus. My brain was playing catch-up, trying to remember where I was and why I was...
A Different Kind of Treasure

A Different Kind of Treasure

The sheer amount of stuff two people can accumulate in a few years is just flabbergasting. I know this because my wife and I have been married for just under three years now, and it recently fell to me to fit all of our earthly possessions into a moving truck....
The Heart of the Matter

The Heart of the Matter

“Brilliant military strategist” are three words that have never been used to describe me, primarily because they would be a great big whopping lie. In Risk, my goal is to seize the territories with the coolest sounding names—which is why I will always...
Scars

Scars

So I have this really ugly scar sitting on the knuckle of my left ring finger. Like most scars, I acquired it unintentionally. A few years ago, I was digging a trench beside a brick walkway so we could bury the wire for an outdoor post light. Things were going pretty...