Her look, a combination of Palomino colored hair and glitzy aquamarine eyes made her stand out from others like a lighthouse. I didn’t know her well but when I was around her she seemed to have an inner spirit that was as gentle as a whisper. I was drawn to her laid-back Sunday afternoon personality. Not only was she extremely pretty and sweet, but she was also totally out of my league. She was voted Class Favorite, Most Beautiful and varsity cheerleader and to stack the odds further, she was... [...] Read More

Apache Pride

I always wanted to be one. Every single time my sugar-high buddies and I would play Cowboys and Indians, I chose to play the part of the Indian. I had a rubber tomahawk, a pair of moccasins, a few arrowheads and a shoddy red and yellow headdress that had only ruffled four feathers. I didn’t look like Sitting Bull but I sure felt like I did. I felt authentic when my mother told me that some of my distant relatives were Natives and that I was “Part Indian.” In actuality, the percentage of... [...] Read More

A Texas Yankee

New York City is 1,590 miles away from the desk from which I am writing, but from my thoughts and heart there is no distance at all. I just left vacation from the borders of Gotham City with my wife and three children to return to Texas but in many ways, instead of feeling like I returned home, I feel like I just left it. Although I have never been a resident of New York I have felt like one ever since I watched my brothers and sisters suffer, die and display heroism on September 11, 2001. A... [...] Read More

Tragedy in Boston

In much of life there is no question more impossible to answer than “WHY?” The how, what and when will eventually be revealed but the “why” of Boston, New York, Aurora and Sandy Hook may never truly be discovered. Unanswered questions are usually the most haunting. I can rack my brain with possible reasons for the suffering but I’ve given up such thoughts, because I know they exceed any logical reasoning. I would rather spend my energy whispering prayers for those affected. It is not... [...] Read More


“Home” is a word that should be soothing and grand, conjuring up memories of joy, happiness and peace. The word “home” is endearing to so many that its connotations and use are almost endless – from a home stretch, hometown, home cooking, homemakers and even the Homewood hotel. As if that weren't enough, we can even go to a hardware store called the Home Depot. Ironically, “home” can even be used to describe a gender like a "home boy" or a "home-grown" girl. I have occasionally... [...] Read More

March Madness

It’s now March and the beginning of melting snow, emerging tulips, Daylight Savings time, the celebration of Easter, and Saint Patrick’s Day [by the way he was an evangelist/priest not a man decorated in a shamrock suit]. But I know a diverse group of people whose focus this month will be completely different. Mothers will dye and hide pastel-colored eggs for their kids, children will await the Easter Bunny and masses will celebrate the Resurrection of Christ. I personally know some older... [...] Read More

Trip to Toronto and Down Memory Lane

On the set in Canada.  This show will air in March. I just returned from an exciting trip to Toronto with my wife Missy. I was invited to appear on a great Canadian Network to share my story and discuss Midnight in Aisle 7. While there, we spent time with the couple who led me to Christ.  They were able to meet Missy for the first time; for years I wanted her to meet them.  As I reminisced to them about the night I was saved in a city-wide outreach he was preaching in, I couldn't help but... [...] Read More

2013 Windows of Opportunity

On Jan. 1, the kids, Missy and I held our traditional New Year’s family devotion. This is not some sappy time of making resolutions we won’t keep, but a time to reflect on the previous year’s successes, failures, joys and heartaches. Each person, from my nine year old and up, shares some of their happiest and most exciting experiences as well as the difficult ones they would prefer to forget or not retrace. I prefer it this way, because I know both mountaintops and valleys teach separate... [...] Read More

Christmas is NOT Over

Yes, December 25th has come and gone.  Boxes and bags were emptied and stomachs are filled. Although its lights are still turned on daily, our Christmas tree has begun wilting and is in steady decline. My youngest plays with his new toys while my two oldest are eager to “go out” so they can dress up in their newest threads. As always, Christmas day came and went before I was content for it to do so. Special memories were made that will not soon be forgotten. One of these unexpected... [...] Read More


A little over a week ago I paced into another arena, but my purpose this time was different. I wasn’t there to speak but to listen and watch. I was there to see my oldest son graduate from high school. I told myself I wasn’t going to fold like a cheap wallet – that I was a rock. However, the second I saw him step through the tunnel my eyes began to burn. No matter how hard I swallowed or how determined my resolve, the evidence of pride, excitement and sorrow that filled my heart began... [...] Read More