I love that my little town has a hospital. Three of my kids were born there. So was I, actually. It’s a great addition to our community and I’m thankful for it. Today I had a routine procedure done but I had to go in thorough the ER entrance. That same door I’d had to…

I know. It’s just a door, newly painted black against a little white house in a slightly run-down neighborhood in a small town in the middle of the Midwest. It’s just a door. Except that it’s not. It’s so much more than just a door. It’s hope. It’s moving forward. It’s life continuing after loss.…

And I can hear the ground shake beneath us as the prison walls cave in Another in the Fire, Bethel Worship Paul was quite a guy. He’d had what you might call a radical conversion to Christianity where he went from enemy number one to the author of most of the New Testament. It’s a…

Today I drove by the spot Vance wrecked. Twice. I hadn’t been down that road since he died. It’s a busy one, but not one you drive very often if you don’t work at the plant. Tonight I had to go to a different town for a cross country meet and that was the fastest…

If you’ve been reading this blog or went to the funeral, you’ve read or heard a lot of words about how great of a man Vance was. Every single one of them is true. Every. single. one. But that doesn’t mean that he was perfect. He wasn’t. He was just as human as the rest…