Pastor Bo: If it matters to her, it matters to me
My dear wife is many things. College-educated, tech guru, great cook, runner of 5K races and mother extraordinaire. All of those are things that I have become familiar with and am used to.

My dear wife is many things. College-educated, tech guru, great cook, runner of 5K races and mother extraordinaire. All of those are things that I have become familiar with and am used to.

My brain is hyperactive. Since I was very young, I have tended to notice nearly everything and then spend great amounts of time and much mental effort trying to sort and process everything. I often feel like a ministerial version of Charles Xavier in the comic-book invention Cerebro, holding the sides of my head and gasping in pain at all of the voices.
It may sound odd for a preacher to begin this way, but it needs to be said: No one will ever convince me that the devil is not real.
I stand in utter amazement at the beauty and brilliance of God's creation and methodology. Nowhere is this more true than in his design for humanity.

Sushi-Wan Kenobi - Sushi, for short - is the newest member of the Wagner household. He is a betta fish, about an inch long and roughly the color of Obi-Wan Kenobi's robe.

I think it quite fitting that the word platitude is composed almost entirely of the word latitude, since many platitudes in the Christian life certainly take a great deal of latitude with the truth.

Our church has young people. Lots of them. This is to say that things are often, er, "interesting" around Cornerstone. Such was the case this past Sunday when the leader of one of our children's programs came to me with an interesting story to tell about what had just transpired.
While preaching recently in Tennessee, my wife and I had the privilege of traveling through lovely Sevierville.

He spoke to me pleasantly, but called me by the wrong name.

We have had an excellent run of vehicles.