To say I loved him is an understatement. There was a soul tie that kept me tethered to grief and survivor’s guilt.
Staff men’s ministries with volunteers of actual men who’ve messed up more in life than leaving a dog-eared copy of the latest men’s grooming magazine on the counter.
What’s really eating away at you? Are regrets consuming your thoughts so you’re forced to shut them down? Can you sit in […]
Unless you’re married, you should be on a sex strike, or as everyone else in the world calls it; chastity. By no longer having unwed intercourse…
People influence who we are and who we become. If you want to become a better person, you need better friends. Why? Because you will begin to adapt the habits and practices of those guys you spend time with.
My Jesus was an American Jesus. I loved Him, and was happy that others in the world got to know about Him, but the truth was, He belonged to America. In my mind’s eye, Jesus carried Old Glory and rode a screaming bald eagle across the sky.
I didn’t know any better. Maybe you’ve been there and know how crappy it is. Of course, when you’re just a little dude, you don’t know that it’s crappy. You think you’re being a lil man, all tough and everything.