Son of the Age, Writing

Big Announcement! Seriously!

March 29, 2016 • By

Hey, friends!

It’s time to make a big announcement!  I am wrapping up my first novel!

Those of you who have been with me for a while have probably noticed that my blog posts have been few and far between over the last year or so.  That’s because I’ve been spending all of my writing time on this project.  It’s a very important project to me because it’s the story of countless people who have grown up without a close relationship with their father.  Even though it’s fiction, much of it has been pulled from real life experiences.

So, what’s it about?  It’s about a boy named Son who lives in the medieval fantasy country of Aun.  When his father abandons him, he goes on a life-changing journey to find his estranged mother.  Along the way, he learns the meaning of manhood, sacrifice, and friendship.

Though written for adults, I am very excited about giving it to my children to read since it is full of ideas that will inspire them to have hope and character.

I really hope you’ll come on this journey with me as I take this novel to completion and publication.  Feel free to drop your email into the subscription form on the right side of the page, and click that subscribe button.  That way you won’t miss any posts as I share excerpts and ideas from the book, as well as the release date.

I would love your feedback!



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Caption This!

September 18, 2015 • By

I captured this from a Japanese monster movie because the phone cracked me up.  Add a funny capture for me and make my weekend!


Keep Pushing the Swing

August 30, 2015 • By

I’ve been sitting in my car at the playground parking lot for 45 minutes.  It’s a routine I often do on Sunday mornings before most of the volunteers show up at church.  It’s my calm before the storm.  I eat something I probably shouldn’t, consume a high dose of caffeine, and look over my sermon notes.

Today I noticed something.  The whole time I’ve been sitting here, there has been a man pushing his teen-aged, disabled daughter on the large, yellow disability swing.  You know, the one that looks like a baby swing, but could hold an adult.

For 45 minutes, he has been pushing her non-stop.  She is loving it.  She squeals and flails her arms with every swing.  He looks bored.  He’s burned through a couple cigarettes now and the action of pushing the back of her swing looks automatic.  I don’t think he’s unhappy, but I’m sure he could think of more enjoyable things to do on a Sunday morning.

But, he’s not doing those things, he’s pushing his handicapped girl on the swing set and she’s having the time of her life.  Will it change her life?  Will it cause her to function better in a neuro-typical world?  I doubt it, but it means the world to her right here and now, and he knows it and he’s just going to keep pushing, sleepy, bored, tired feet.

It’s called love.

I think about serving others.  Volunteering in church, caring for my kids, doing things that are often monotonous, grinding, or boring for the sake of someone else.  Most of the time I don’t even see “fruit”.  People aren’t giving their lives to Christ by the hundreds at our church (It’s single digits most years), I seldom get thanked for what I do, and sometimes my mind drifts to places that are more exciting and carry immediate rewards.

But, like the dad at the park, I have a responsibility.  Children are learning about Jesus in our Kids Church, our camp for abused and neglected foster children is making a difference in young hearts, and people DO encounter God during our worship times.

Sure, it’s not sexy.  We’re not bursting at the seems with newcomers, and we’re often hanging by a thread financially.  We’re not the young, hip, on the move church in town.  We’re more like that tiny junk drawer in your kitchen that has ketchup packets and the manual for your microwave oven in it.  But, just like the park dad, God is all over us in a special way.

So, what does all this mean to me?  I’m going to keep on pushing the swing.  I’m committed to all the starfish that come through our doors and they can count on me that I’m not going to call it quits just because we’re not climaxing every week with explosive growth and dramatic encounters.

I’m in it for the long haul.

It’s called love.