I hope that I don't have to hit the end of my rope to figure things out. I've been to some pretty dark places and I can't imagine what it must be like to go to darker places. However, if I have to hit the end of my rope be able to understand what it means to be surrounded by the love of Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit, that as much as my body may begin to twitch at the thought, I say bring it on.
About Me
- RvL
- I’m from New York but my driver’s license lists that my address is Ohio. My passport has a number of stamps in it. I’m the youngest of six, yet oldest son. I have a number after my initials, but not my name. I like music. I like coffee, beer and bourbon. I am a follower of Jesus. I watch bonus features on DVD’s. For four months each year my wife and I are the same age. “I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians.” I am an ordained pastor, but don't currently have a church. I’ve eaten raw horse meat. I’m fifteen inches taller than my wife, but I look up to her. I still prefer buying CDs to downloading music. I’m a night owl, who doesn’t mind getting up early. I like to play games. I moved to another country nine days after my wedding. I sometimes quote random lyrics. I believe in miracles. I prefer desktops to laptops. I like listening to audio books. I watch Buffalo Bills and Sabres games. I have five sons. I'm living life mid sentence.
Saturday, November 02, 2019
The End Is Where We Begin
I haven't hit the end of my rope. I hope not to. There have been moments in recent years where I felt like I was getting close. Moments where the tension between faith and life and everything else seemed to collide with the sort of intensity that would put an NHL player into concussion protocol.
