Kim What a gem She wears a fanny pack filled to the brim With what you say? That is our subject today To explore its contents celebrating each along the way Kim wears this fanny pack on her hipSecured tightly as not to slip It is filled with lovely sights And all who come close rejoice in its delights Zip it open slowly to the … Continue reading For my sister on her birthday.
Yesterday a young man sat in my office. A young Black man. A young Black man who was recently appointed to lead The Black Student Association on our predominately white campus. He shared his heart with me. He told me that he was apprehensive about leading at this time with all that is happening in … Continue reading I’m not prepared. But I’m ready.
Today I heard a gospel message. The message gave me hope. I thought of the brokenness of our world and how many have lost the ability to cope. A divided world filled with vitriol and fearLost little girls shedding multiple single solitary tearsStill the gospel gives me hope. I heard a gospel message. A life, death, and life … Continue reading Today I heard a gospel message.
"Shut up and preach the gospel" is a refrain that has been shared with me several times a year. Not exactly in those words perhaps, but that is the intent. As I reflect on the events of this year and how we should respond to cultural and political issues, it occurs to me that underlying … Continue reading When folks tell me to “Shut up and Preach the Gospel.”
The night before Jesus Christ was betrayed and murdered, he shared a last meal with his disciples. Jesus was aware of what was about to happen to Him, and even knew the one who would betray Him to the authorities. He revealed "One of you will betray me." To a man everyone of them asked … Continue reading Is it me?
My mother is fond of telling me, “Scot you’re David!” The David she has in mind is the biblical one. And when she conflates me and King David, I’m positive she is thinking of the David who is described as being a “man after God’s own heart” and not David the murderer and womanizer. After … Continue reading The man my mother thinks I am.
bell hooks* wrote, "home is a place where one is enclosed in endless stories. Like arms, they hold and embrace memory. We are only alive in memory. To remember together is the highest form of communion." Recently memories of my experiences have been angrily questioned by those who perhaps experienced things differently or simply choose … Continue reading Dirt poor, piss poor, and so poor we didn’t have a pot to pee in.
Lots of folks are facing that big transition from one season of life to another. But in a sense, all of us live in a perpetual season of graduation or deterioration. We are either advancing or retreating. In life, in business, there really is no place that is devoid of change, either positively or negatively … Continue reading Transitions are hard. Maybe this will help?
The day I stopped beating myself up ranks among the greatest days of my life. I was that guy that was quick to give others grace that I refused to extend to myself. But the day I stopped beating myself up, I started taking risks. Risk is the pathway to adventure, change, and growth. Is … Continue reading When I stopped beating myself up.
My beloved niece Sarah and her husband Craig announced this weekend that they are expecting their third child. Sarah has a wonderful creative gift and surprised her immediate family with the news by staging a quarantine photo shoot. Sarah and Craig were joined by their two children, her mother Kim (my sister) and her sister … Continue reading The surprise of a lifetime.
