A Spiritual Journey

It’s Father’s Day and a time to remember. Some of my most vivid childhood memories are of my father in the pulpit. You see, my dad was a Methodist minister until I was 7 or 8 years old. If you have never experienced such a thing, maybe this will help you to understand. Imagine a…

Remedial Running, What’s That?

So here I was, my first hour at boot camp, scared to death, and trying to follow instructions. The first thing we were taught was the acronym N.A.V.Y. (never again volunteer yourself). The next thing was distribution and assembly of dog tags. I was so scared that my hands were shaking and I actually had…