• church planting,  faith,  family,  father

    Planting a Church like My Father

    Thirty three years ago, my father landed on John F. Kennedy airport with a phone number, a crisp Andrew Jackson bill, and an America-sized dream. He was a parachuting church planter, a green beret. A year later, my mother came, with three boys in tote (7, 5, and 3 yrs old). We lived in a roach-infested apartment for 5 years, mother punched the cash-register for longer. We rode old automobiles that got sick frequently, vomiting oil and other dark liquids. I wore hand-me down clothes that hung large on my bony shoulders making me look like a scare-crow. And I loved it! I did not know any better (or perhaps…

  • collect,  family,  Ian,  leadership

    The Child is Father of the Man

    “The Child is Father of the Man” – William Wordsworth January 6th might become historical, or not, but certainly significant for me, for a boy was sucked out into this world (vacuum was one of the “midwives”) and by demanding milk, the wiping of his ass, and entertainment of song and dance from me, he has made a father out of me. It is a lopsided relationship, an unrelenting helpless person, the infant named Ian, and a discombobulated source of help, that would be me. Yet, there is still a mutual etching. I have mapped out Ian’s life but he is pounding me into shape through sleep shattering shrieks and joy-inducing cooing. I,…