Showing posts from November, 2015


I’m a big fan of the TV show The Walking Dead . I like the show because it uses the griping drama of a zombie apocalypse to tell a much bigger story. The Walking Dead is a show about humanity – it is about good and evil, love and hate. Through the narrative we watch as people survive in a world without cellphones, electricity, and Facebook.  There is conflict and romance, struggle and accomplishment, new life and death. To that end, (SPOILER ALERT!) in a recent episode one of the main characters presumably perished. His name was Glen. He was a quirky kid who became a hero and voice of reason in the mayhem of zombieville (and he ends up marrying a beautiful girl – hang on, Nerds, there is hope for us in the apocalypse!). The tragedy of Glen’s death is not what I want to write about today. Rather, I want to talk about what happened after he died (in real life, not on TV). After the showed aired on AMC Sunday night, the Internet blew up. Fans of The Walking Dead went bana

Missing Breakfast

I should be at Nardin Montessori Preschool right now. It is parent breakfast day. The day when the kids show off all the cool “work” they’ve been doing. I should be there. But I’m not. I’m in my office working and worrying about my church, life and ministry. I could be at my daughter’s breakfast, but it’s like I told my wife this morning when I put my kids in the car, “No, I can’t make it today. I’m too busy. I’m too far behind at work.” So here I am… Alone in a big church, sitting behind a cluttered desk, attempting to cross off items on my to-do list, wondering what I’m missing at Molly’s school. I open the Bible. Not necessarily because it’s a part of my morning routine, but because… well, why not. Seems like something a pastor should do from time to time. I turn to Psalm 127, the selected Psalm for today. I read: “Unless the Lord builds the house, Those who build it labor in vain… It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late, And work your finger