Ode to Cheston Bradley, Bard of the Pen

Ode to Cheston Bradley, Bard of the Pen

I’ve taken to poetry this year (ai-assisted, yes), and have made it a thing to write poems for MaKenna and one of her friends before their sporting events. Sometimes silly, sometimes not… but today I got my own poem from them. And it felt great. Not just...
When Church Doesn’t Feel Like Home – Part 2

When Church Doesn’t Feel Like Home – Part 2

When Your Gifts Are Silenced In Part 1, I shared how a place that once felt like home—especially in youth ministry—can slowly become unfamiliar. How subtle shifts, unspoken decisions, and relational distance can leave you feeling like an outsider in a space where you...