Pastor Bo: My Brown Nose Gorilla and the completely positive pastorate
Please allow me to allow my Brown Nose Gorilla to begin this column with a word for me.
Please allow me to allow my Brown Nose Gorilla to begin this column with a word for me.
Right up front, please allow me to spell out what I already alluded to in the title of this column; there will be nothing unkind in it. Nor will I wade into politics. As a person with both a heart for young people and extensive expertise on youth issues (meaning I have already been through youth; been there, done that, survived it all, got the T-shirt), my only goal in this writing is to help kids who are facing monumental issues.
You really couldn't blame them for trying. Having crucified Jesus, the priests and leaders of the day really wanted to make sure that there would be no further "issues."
It is in some of the lesser-known details of the crucifixion and burial of Christ that we find some of the greatest treasures of our faith. Mind you, they are not lesser know because they are of little significance, but merely because they are lesser repeated than the huge facts of the case.
If God allows me to keep on living, in just a couple of years, I will hit a pretty cool tipping point; I will have been a pastor longer than I was not a pastor.
The Wagner vegetable garden has been a constantly evolving labor of love over many years.

Previous generations of human beings competed for some pretty predictable things, things like land, money, mates, titles and occasionally even 6-foot-tall shiny plastic trophies that invariably ended up in some local thrift shop, as if granny, who was in there looking for a gingham dress, was going to want Bob's cool bowling trophy.
Right about the time this column goes to press, Dana and I will be celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. This, of course, leads me to quip that we got married when we were ages 8 and 9, respectively. In seriousness, though, it is really hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that we are nearly three decades removed from the day we said, "I do." The time has positively flown by -- and it has been a wonderful, thrilling flight.
While social media is often an unpleasant and unproductive thing, a robber of time and a dampener of spirits, one positive thing about it is that it can help identify those who are certifiably crazy while posing as Christian leaders.
As I begin writing this column, the sky is blue, the sky is bright and the few clouds overhead are all wispy and impossibly white. Usually, on a day like this, my mood is as bright as the sky itself.