I proposed to Chelsea when I was seventeen. She said yes. A month later, my head went through a windshield. Despite the coma, despite the brain injury, despite the re-learning—despite everything—Chelsea and I got married the day we had planned: March 26, 2016. For the past decade, I have been telling you about the person…
Keep readingWe instinctively evaluate life by outcomes—the wages, the blessings, the portions. But Jesus’ vineyard parable challenges us to stop staring at the coin.
Keep readingThere are moments in life when you see the hands of someone else at work. Take today, for example. I received an email with a case number in the header—no party names, no signature line. I didn’t even know which court it was from. I asked the sender and figured out the case. Then the…
Keep readingMy wife’s birthday is exactly one week after mine (i.e., January 27, February 3). We celebrated our birthdays a couple weekends ago at Snowshoe Mountain in West Virginia during a regional snowstorm. That was actually Chelsea’s first-time skiing––she fell down the mountain several times, which was simultaneously concerning for me and adorable to see. It…
Keep readingOregon had six five-star recruits. Indiana had zero. Oregon entered with one of the most talented rosters in the country. Indiana’s ranked 72nd nationally—behind teams that didn’t even make a bowl game. Final score: Indiana 56, Oregon 22. When quarterback Fernando Mendoza tried to explain what just happened, he reached for the repeated motif: “We’re…
Keep readingI haven’t brought this up in years. But it keeps coming back to me. I’ve told parts of this story before, only to a few I trust, and usually with some hesitation. I don’t want people to think I’m delusional or pretentious or unapproachable. It’s just strange in a way that doesn’t invite easy interpretation.…
Keep readingI’ve been thinking about a journey, The one beneath the story told— Not the tale you think you know. The one that’s been there, Long before I grew old. It took me back to that summer: Twenty years old writing at dawn Praying in basements, Journaling for recovery, Buying tents for strangers who were just…
Keep readingSomething strange has been happening inside of me. Or maybe “strange” isn’t the right word. “New” is the better descriptor. I feel stable. Like . . . genuinely, almost boringly, stable. My head is clearer. My heart doesn’t swing wildly between apocalyptic despair and grandiose mission anymore. Perhaps this is what people mean by maturity—not…
Keep readingThey say some of us will never “grow up,” and they mean this not in a literal sense. Physically speaking, most of us stop “growing up” by late teens, early twenties. The colloquial phrase is often used in reference to maturity and wisdom, an inner kind of growth. If we were to pin down where…
Keep readingIn a world of endless choices and zero certainties, one law student’s questioning the other day changed my afternoon. I met Josie for an hour last week. She’s twenty-two, first year law student, searching for something she couldn’t quite name. We sat in my office with the door open, family photos visible, handwritten Bible flashcards…
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