A thirteen year old boy, punching holes in the wall, throwing things angrily, going to school only intermittently, refusing to do anything that will take him away from his obsession. Is this the plot of…
Back in the 70s (when I was a teenager) there was a popular ad campaign for boys by Charles Atlas. If you’re old enough, you remember it: I was that skinny kid. My ribs showed.…
In 1984, two years into my first pastorate, with all the idealism and enthusiasm of youth, I presented my church with a vision for the future. As I am fond of doing, it was laid…
