On Mother’s Day, I posted about both of the women who have been mothers in my life: my birth mother, Vicki, and my adopted mother, Barbara.

Now it’s time to honor the men that have been a father to me.

I’ve spent a lot of time over the last four years working with kids. Some come from great families. Some from families that are just trying to hold it all together. Some don’t even know what the word “family” means.
I’m really lucky. I have two: my birth parents- still together- John and Vicki, and my “adopted parents,” Buddy and Barbara. They didn’t adopt me. I adopted them.
I could write about all the ways both sets have been there for me. But, it’s Mother’s Day weekend, so dads are getting …

And when I get there, I’m going to marry this girl. I’m pretty excited about that.

I only have a handful of friends that are Christians, and about half of them are struggling with what that means. Most days, I am too.
One of these friends, a guy active in his church, confessed a few weeks ago that he doesn’t know if he still believes the stories in the Bible are true.
“I mean, you can believe they’re true, and you can live like they are, but there’s no way to really know they are.”
I talked about this with my friend Mandie when we had church at a …

Sigur Rós – Glósóli from sigur-ros.co.uk on Vimeo.
I love it because it reminds me of being five and jumping from the back of our patterned cloth couch to the shaggy green carpet below. For a moment, I swear, I flew.