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Have you ever watched a basketball game and seen the guys at the end of the bench, the ones who seem to do nothing but cheer and wave towels? They’re all about six feet tall, white, and a little goofy looking. I was one of those guys, except on the baseball field. I tried out for the baseball team in 7th and 8th grade and didn’t make it. When 9th grade rolled around, I gave it one more shot. If I didn’t make it in 9th grade, I was done playing baseball. When tryouts started, there were 18 guys going out for the team. We knew only 16 guys would make the cut. I only had to beat out two guys. That seemed doable. Tryouts started and I played okay. I made good plays and made mistakes. I was right on the borderline. I walked around on pins and needles…
On being a cool Christian; or why I’m done trying
A few weeks ago, I sent out some basic questions to people I know asking them for feedback on my writing. One of the guys I sent the e-mail to was my friend Judah. Judah and I have differing views on many things, so I knew he would be honest with me and tell me where I needed to grow. And I was right. He responded back with what could’ve been a book. Most of which was in disagreement with how I think and operate as a writer. I’ve always wanted to have the blog that people thought was written by a “cool” Christian. I love guys like Donald Miller, Jon Acuff, and Bob Goff. They’re wildly successful writers who are Christians even though they don’t always mention Jesus. And rarely, if ever, do they quote the Bible in their writings. That’s who I wanted to be. It’s the type…
The least sexy blog post you’ll ever read
There’s been a cool thing that’s happened over the past couple years: chasing your dreams has become sexy. We’ve become people who aren’t content working 9-5 just to pay the bills. Instead, we want to feel like we’re making an impact. Or we want to actually make an impact. Millenials, for all their shortcomings, are a generation who would rather take less money and do what they believe in than make more by working a job they hate. And that’s awesome. What we tend to forget to talk about is the unsexy side of chasing your dreams. The times we get told no. The ways negative news tends to come all at once. The emotional roller coaster of the process. Last week I had a hard day. The reality of losing half my income in three weeks started to hit home and I got scared.
A letter to the baby in my wife’s belly
Hey little buddy. We don’t know each other, but I’m going to be your dad. Yeah, that sounds weird to me too. I haven’t met you yet, but I did get to see you the other day. You look a lot like a little chicken nugget growing in Nicole’s belly. You’ll grow out of that phase soon and hopefully look a lot like your mom. We also got to hear your heart beat. That thing’s pumping away getting you ready to come out here and be with us. The doctor says you’re right on track and we should get to see you in just over six months. Before you get here, I want to take a minute to tell you a few things. You won’t remember any of them, but they’re things I wish I would’ve known when I was your age.