When I was a toddler, my mother taught me a little bedtime prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take. I’m still not sure what it was about the thought of dying in the middle … Continued

I Recently, I was a part of a circle of men where a man was praying for the group.  He was thanking God for making us “better” men, which took me aback somewhat. Surprised by my reaction, I thought to myself “Better?  What does that even mean?” “It’s not about being better,”   I asked myself. … Continued

I like my comfort. I don’t like admitting that, but it is true. I literally work to keep things comfortable. I feel like there is some irony there … Maybe there’s nothing wrong with being comfortable. But, you might have picked up that I hold a judgment of myself for living in and working for … Continued