These days, in addition to being a pastor, I am a chauffeur.

Each work-day morning, I drive my wife to her job in Gulf Breeze – a distance of 18 miles – and each afternoon, I go pick her up.

My father-in-law celebrated another birthday earlier this month and is now 105 years-old!

Family and friends gathered at his home – yes, he still lives in his own house – to celebrate with him and to reminisce.

Do you remember your first car? Mine was a 1965 Dodge Polaris that had done duty as our family vehicle for years.

After my dad purchased a “new” used car, he said I could have the Dodge if I paid the insurance.

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.

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.