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Homeless Nashville TN

Beware of the Homeless. They Might Touch You.

Picture this. You find yourself strolling down the beautiful downtown streets of whatever city you live near. As you are walking, a man extends his hand to you in an attempt to stop and engage you. He is well groomed and clean. A fancy watch clings to his wrist from his extended hand. His face is…

The Middle Day

The Middle Day.

The Saturday sandwiched between Good Friday (when Jesus hung on a cross and released his life) and Resurrection Sunday (when Jesus arose from the dead) is a curious day in the Christian faith. The Bible is pretty quiet about this day.   If we were to put ourselves in the sandals of the early followers of…

Zacchaeus, The Easter Story

Zacchaeus, the Easter Story.

This Easter I am reminded of a little guy named Zacchaeus. (No, not because it is tax season.) In his Gospel, Luke brings us into a story in chapter 19 about Jesus passing through the border town of Jericho on his way to Jerusalem. In town there was a chief tax collector named Zacchaeus, who had…

Martinsville Speedway Chapel

We Lost Jesus. – Martinsville Speedway Chapel

Have you ever lost someone?   If you’ve ever spent time watching children before, you can immediately relate to that question. As a parent, I always thought that was beyond me. I mean, how do you lose a child, right? Well, with an extremely active six and three year old I’ve learned that, in fact, it…

Froman Family

Heroes in the Shadows

When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up? A fireman? An astronaut? Musician? Cowboy? Sports superstar? What were your dreams? I had three. I wanted to be a racecar driver, I wanted to be an artist for Disney and I wanted to have a family. All of my…

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

“You think you are a good person, but you aren’t. You are a horrible person.“ My eyebrows raised as the voice echoed through the bookstore from the next isle over near the children’s books. Kaleb was insistent about looking at a few books on the isle we were on, so there I stood with a…

Who Do You Say I Am?

Who Do You Say He Is?

I remember sitting on the white painted, peeling wall of pit road at a short track where local racers were competing one extremely hot summer afternoon. As I sat with the sound of idling engines only feet away from me, another gentleman came and sat on the wall beside me. He was someone I had…

Haitian Hope

When Hope Collides with Desperation

As I stood inside a small tent-like home constructed out of discarded materials on Friday I saw the hopeless eyes of desperation. The home, constructed on a side of the hill along with countless others just out side of Port Au Prince, was hardly large enough to hold the three boys that lived in it,…


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