Where people come to die

I live in a place where people come to die…Florida. One of my main modes of transportation around town has been my bicycle. Here in southern Florida, there are three main groups of people who ride bikes. The first are retirees out for some good exercise, in cute little shorts and protective helmets. Next are…

Monday Meltdown

Monday is to pastors as Mondays are to football coaches. I know of no other profession for which this day holds such morbid introspection. Obviously, you’ll note a slight pay difference between the two professions. But both take quite a bit of abuse from the folks in the stands, both deal with leading incredibly destructive…

Game of Thrones

I’m having lunch with a friend of mine, Todd. He’s a pastor too. Maybe that explains why he irritates me. He always likes to talk church strategy, from a business perspective. You know, “what demographic group your church is focusing on”, and “which churches are blowing and going in the area and which are not”….

Trapped at the Pastors Luncheon

So I’m sitting at the local pastors luncheon for the first time. I’ve always considered these meetings sort of like the TV show “The View”. Everybody’s griping, and most of them look like Joy Behar. Suddenly I realize I’ve made a crucial error. I’m trapped here. The waitress has already brought the bread sticks, and…

Meet the Bad Pastor

That’s a picture of Matt Chandler, I believe. He’s a very good, successful pastor with a big church and a book deal. Nothing wrong with that, but that’s certainly not me. In case you’re wondering who I am, here’s a little of my story… This morning was pretty normal. Woke up to the sound of…