Author: Tim

Just As I Am

JUST AS I AM I was probably around ten years old at the time. I was with my grandmother attending a “revival” at her local church. I’m not sure why I was the only one with her that night or how I ended up agreeing to go to this particular service, but there I was sitting on a wooden pew in the middle of an old Southern Baptist church listening to some preacher I’d never seen or heard before in my life. A “revival” was typically a multi-night event stretched out over the middle of the week. Sometimes they...

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Lessons From A Haunted House

When I was around eight years old my parents took me to the local county fair. It was a big deal. It was the first time I was allowed to go on rides all by myself and I was pretty excited. One of the places there was the “Haunted House.”  I’m not sure if that was the actual name of it or not, but that was the theme. It wasn’t really a “ride.” It was a place where you walked through a dark maze filled with all kind of scary things popping out at you which, theoretically at least,...

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If I am ever going to write something that matters

If I am ever going to write something that matters, I should probably get started as soon as possible. Time is running out. The real challenge for me is having something that I want to say. The truth is that, most of the time anyway, I don’t really want to say much. I don’t have any deep revelations or insights that I feel compelled to share with people who probably wouldn’t care even if I did. I don’t know if it’s a result of my laziness and apathy, or if there’s something deeper going on that blocks me from...

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Confessions of a Recovering Spiritual Coward

A few years ago I received a letter from a very good friend of mine.  The letter began with the words, “Dear Tim, I am writing to share with you the gift of honesty.”  In that letter my friend went on to explain that he had been living out a “lie” the entire time we had known each other in college. He was tired of “hiding” and was “coming out of the closet” to confess to me and to the world that he was gay. I wasn’t really surprised by his letter. In fact, I felt a great sense...

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A Cacophony of Thoughts

Sometimes I just want to write for no particular reason at all.  It’s not that I have much of anything to say; it’s just that I want to find out what kinds of thoughts or ideas might be jumping around inside my head.  I’m kind of embarrassed to admit that my mind is extremely cluttered and easily distracted.  I can literally switch topics several times a minute and soon find myself spinning around in confusion wondering which direction I’m headed and trying to remember what I was doing just a few seconds ago. I literally get lost in a...

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