So right after Leslie and I had gotten married, we lived in Searcy for one final semester before moving to Texas. We had broken free of the shackles of curfew, and we went crazy. Of course by crazy, I mean that we went to Wal-Mart after midnight. And that’s where this story picks up.
Because it was at Wal-Mart, in the notebook aisle, that a guy, that we had never met before, came up to us and said this:
“I think God is an insecure Hypocrite.” Continue Reading…




I took this picture on our trip to Ephesus a few years ago. Since then it has made the regular rotation for my desktop image, I’ve even talked about on this blog before. I’ve found myself somewhat haunted by it. And here’s why.




