Service Type: Sunday Morning

When I was a kid, I got a lot of things wrong, I readily admit it.  And, as I was thinking back humorously on my past mistakes, I couldn’t help…

In the late 1990’s, there was a highly successful capital trading firm known as Long Term Capital Management or LTCM.  LTCM boasted an impressive array of economists and thinkers, even…

In the charming town of Harmonyville, there was a tradition. Every year, a grand potluck dinner was held in the town square. Each family would bring a dish, and everyone…

Diana Nyad, an American author, journalist, motivational speaker, and long-distance swimmer, provides a real-life account of pursuing seemingly impossible dreams.  In 2013, at the age of 64, Nyad successfully swam…

I’ll never forget a time at Duke Divinity School where an outside speaker was arranged to give the lesson one particular day.  To make matters a bit complicated, let’s just…

Dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve T-shirt, and a baseball cap, Bell took his multi-million-dollar Stradivarius violin and played as a street musician in a Washington D.C. subway station during rush…

As I thought this week about this week’s sermon, my mind kept coming back to something that happened to me when I was just about Ben’s age.  Then as it’s true now, I love music.  Although my love has waned a bit as I’ve gotten older, I still enjoy whiling away the hours while listening to songs performed by my favorite bands.  Just ask Natalie, many nights you’ll find me watching old concerts from the Grateful Dead or the Dave Matthews band on YouTube, just bopping along to the tunes.  But that was the days before Spotify or Apple Music existed.  A terrible time when, if you wanted to listen to a particular song or a particular musician or band, you had to go out and fork over hard-earned cash for one of their albums.  Yeah, terrible time, right?  But, yes, back when I was a kid, to listen to music, you generally had to purchase the entire record.  And that was a problem, especially to a fourteen-year-old kid that was by age barred from getting a job.  When I wanted an album, I’d have to work around the house, doing extra chores or hope that my birthday or a […]

I’ll never forget my fifth-grade year at school.  It was only my second year at Charlotte Country Day but it was my first at their new “middle school campus.”  It…

It was during a challenging season in my pastorate of the First Presbyterian Church of Mount Holly.  Things were going well, really, it was just crazy busy.  And there were,…

I’ve gotta tell you.  I’m a little intimidated by the next couple of sermons, I’m not kidding.  This Sunday and next, we’re going to talk about the Fruit of the…