Feed My Sheep

“Feed My Sheep” started my first few weeks at The Way. I was assigned to clean out the fridge on Saturday, so I did. As I began to put some food in the trash, I was deeply convicted and knew that there were many people on the streets of Huntsville hungry…not just for food, but…

New Jersey Inspiration

Marshall, one of the residents at The Way, was a true inspiration to those he served during our trip to New Jersey to help with the Hurricane Sandy relief efforts. He was always found in the center of the work despite his health challenges. A few years ago, Marshall had been shot and was not…

Tragedy: A Cause for Thanksgiving?

One of my great family Thanksgiving traditions after moving to Huntsville was going to the Johnson’s log house in the country with all my brothers and sisters from church who were unable (or unwilling) to get with their physical families for Thanksgiving. The Johnson’s would always gather us together in a large circle, holding hands,…

Why Go?

As we arrived in New Jersey ten days after super “Frankenstorm” Sandy devastated the Northeast, I was prepared for a lot of things.  Due to the prior day’s snow and ice storm, the power was out at the church building where we were planning to stay, but we had lanterns and warm clothing well supplied.…

The Paradox Of Popularity

A paradox is a seemingly contradictory statement that may nonetheless be true.  The word literally means a conflict of expectation.  Jesus’ teaching flourished in paradox, because God’s kingdom is by nature paradoxical from our world.  He taught things like, “Whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted” (Matthew 23:12) and…

The Conversion of a Relationship

I recently had the honor of performing a wedding of two individuals who I had association with through their struggle with addiction.  The woman I had helped through a group we started through our church about 15 years ago.  She had come and sought teaching, counseling, and life assistance.  But then over the years we…

Assisted Living

I’m returning from a trip out to Seattle to help my 85 year old father move in to an assisted living facility.  My brother and sister and our significant others have spent the weekend sorting through our past.  Remembering special experiences attached to certain household items, and trying to decide what to keep and what…