The first time I donned my green apron as a new barista, things moved quickly. Espresso shots descended faster than cups to pour them in, and drinks that were so easy to enjoy on one side of the counter seemed to suddenly morph into complex mathematical equations on the other side. But pouring espresso shots...
This week is my father’s birthday. He would have been 84. As it was, he passed away shortly after his 62nd birthday. It’s hard for me to believe it’s been so long ago. Having been one of the greatest fathers I have ever known, it’s hard not to spend time thinking about him around this...
4:15 a.m. is way too early to wake up, but that’s the time I had set on my alarm this morning. After a few taps on the snooze button, I finally struggled out of bed – fighting with that inner desire to sleep another hour or two … or three. I’m not used to waking...
Father. All would agree that this is a word that is under an amazing amount of attack and scrutiny in our modern days. In certain situations, the critique is justified. In others, it is unfortunate how the title carries with it a level of suspect and disdain. Many of the fathers portrayed in media are...
I was 23 years old, newly married and working a job that I utterly hated. Melissa and I had only been married a year when we decided that we’d give this full-time ministry thing a shot. Like, ya know, the real deal. I had been the youth pastor at my local church for roughly three...
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