Truth: Exhausted

I finished my first year of seminary this past Friday, and I’m still at 1% – even after three days of rest.  I’m physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. I expected a certain amount of mental fatigue since this is the first time I’ve taken a full load of classes in over a decade.  I knew…

Truth: Companion

When someone sees me with my Bible open in front of me they always comment how tiny it is and my reply is something like, “I bought it when I had 21 year-old eyes and could see the print much easier.  Now I have to really work to see the words.”  I’ll hold the book…

Truth: Iffy

One of the greatest things I’ve discovered in seminary is that among all these future pastors, chaplains, ministers, and leaders, there isn’t a perfect person in the whole bunch.  We’re a little scared of the future, occasionally haunted by the past, continually doubting, and constantly self-criticizing.  We wonder why we were called, whether we’re good…

Truth: Words

I’m not proud of it, but I must admit that there are times when I’m really good at tearing people down.  Sometimes I’m mad at the person and will intentionally say something mean or rude that cuts deep and will emotionally wreck them.  And sometimes, in a moment of playfulness, I’ll say something that is…

Truth: Blinded

Over the weekend, riots in Nicaragua claimed at least 24 souls; a suicide bombing in Afghanistan killed more than 55 people; 4 people were killed by gunfire in Chicago. Not a peep from my lips to the Lord’s ears about any of this. Sunday morning, April 22, Travis Reinking pulled into a parking lot in…

Truth: Monks & Burros

With an overabundance of humility, I’d like to say that most days I’m the monk in this poem: reaching out to those around me, making their lives a little better, and spreading love where it’s needed most.  I’d like to think I’m giving my best to this world and am embodying Mark 12:31 in loving…

Truth: Love/Hurt

As a teenager I fell for the Columbia House Music sales pitch – they’d send me 10 free CD’s for one measly, dusty penny! Then, over the course of a year they’d keep sending me CD’s in the mail, and I would only have to pay for the ones I kept. This was an asterisk…

Truth: I’m Not Australian.

A month before my thirteenth birthday my family and I moved from the suburbs of Denver to a small mountain town three hours away.  Three hours from my friends, my classmates, my church – everyone I knew was now seemingly gone.  This was in the dawning of the internet so I didn’t have an email…

Is. Is. Is. And Will Be.

Every Easter morning in my hometown, a small band of musicians wanders from church to church and plays for each congregation, giving their small gift to the community and to God.  They bear their gifts of brass – trumpets, French horns, trombones, and tubas – playing just one song, “Christ the Lord is Risen Today.”…

Truth: Love

As desperately as I want to love God, and as willing as I am to love others, when the mirror is placed in front of me and I’m staring at myself, I wrinkle my nose and I turn away.  I find it easy to love my neighbor – my friends, my family, the person walking…