For God’s Sake Archive

One of the lingering symptoms of my recent bout with COVID is a beard.

For the week-and-a-half that I was stricken, I set up residence on our living room sofa and topping my “not-to-do list” was shaving.

My first achievement for the new year was to get COVID. It first made its presence known with a scratchy throat on Tuesday of that first week.

The next morning, it unpacked its bags for a lengthy stay gifting me with what felt like a deluxe cold, the premium version with all the accessories: cough, congestion, headache, fever. I assumed it was only a bad cold.

My first achievement for the new year was to get COVID. It first made its presence known with a scratchy throat on Tuesday of that first week.

The next morning, it unpacked its bags for a lengthy stay gifting me with what felt like a deluxe cold, the premium version with all the accessories: cough, congestion, headache, fever. I assumed it was only a bad cold.

My wife and I recently spent a morning running errands. We emerged from our neighborhood into a thick blanket of marine fog. Visibility on Navarre Parkway was less than a quarter of a mile.

The bridge to Navarre Beach arched into a misty uncertainty. Buildings and trees emerged from the mist as faint shadows and only gradually took on definition.

“It’s over already? That was short!” said 4-year-old Killian after a recent Sunday service at COMPASS Church.

Out of the mouth of babes! Most often, the variable in the service’s length is the length of my sermon, and such was the case that Sunday.

My obsession with coffee had me driving to a market in Pensacola for a specific, locally roasted coffee when a myriad of coffee products is available around the corner.

As I entered the coffee aisle, my access to the bean dispensers was blocked by a bewildered couple in conversation with another customer who occasionally pointed to the dispensers in answer to their questions.

True confession: whenever I am in a grocery store checkout line, I read the covers of the tabloids.

This is where I learn “what really happened” in the lives of all of those celebrities in whom I have zero interest.

Have you ever made a gaffe in public that was embarrassing, like, dig-a-hole-and-climb-in-it embarrassing?

One particularly memorable gaffe that had me longing for a shovel happened at another church in the same community where I was a pastor.

I am like a kid when it comes to Christmas. On our first Christmas together, I excitedly asked my wife the night before,

“When do you want to open gifts?” She answered, “Tomorrow morning is fine.” What an adult!