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  • The Good Ol' Days - April 9, 2026

    I’ve got a friend named Phil. He’s from Lubbock, the home of Taco Villa. Phil really, really likes Taco Villa. Which makes sense. He grew up eating it. I remember one time, when our youth group was passing through Lubbock on a mission trip, Phil was so proud of Taco Villa that we stopped there for lunch, giving us all the opportunity to savor the flavor.


    Phil, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry. But Taco Villa just isn’t that great. Don’t get me wrong. It’s OK, it’s just not great. I really like Phil and since he was such a fan of Taco Villa, I wanted to like it too. And I tried. I really tried. But I just can’t. And neither can my daughter. She went to Texas Tech. And whenever we would visit, I’d ask whether we could go to Taco Villa. She’d just roll her eyes. It became one of our inside jokes.


    Now, I wish I could say this is just a Phil thing, but it isn’t. For me, it’s Mr. Gattis. I love Mr. Gattis pizza. It’s irrational, I know, but when I was growing up, we had one of the first Mr. Gattis in Austin quite close to our house. We wouldn’t eat out very often, but when we did, it was usually at that Mr. Gattis. My mother would order one large pizza for our entire family of 7, which is where I learned a little about competitive eating. But mostly I remember how great that pizza tasted. It was just the perfect mixture of sauce and cheese and crust and pepperoni. It was amazing!


    But nowadays, whenever I ask my friends who didn’t grow up eating Mr. Gattis if they’d like to go there, they just roll their eyes. It’s kind of become a joke.


    It’s funny how some of those things from our past can make such a big impression on us. A lot of us look back on the old days, on the good times with so much fondness that it can impact our reality right now.


    And there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m a pastor in the United Methodist church, a denomination with a relatively long history. Generations upon generations have grown up in the Methodist faith. And for a lot of us in the church, there is a tendency to look back on our formative times within the church with fondness and nostalgia—to think that those were the “good old days” and that if we could just keep the church that way, everything will be ok.


    But we’ve got to be careful, because the only constant in this world is change. And I think that is—or should be—especially true of us Christians. St. Paul said in 2 Corinthians 5:17, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” What I think St. Paul is talking about isn’t just a single, instantaneous change. He’s also talking about growth. God’s intention for us is that we grow throughout the entire course of our lives; spiritually, emotionally, intellectually. And growth means change. It means change in the way we live our individual lives and it means change in the way we live out our lives together in community. It means change in our churches.


    It’s ok to look back with fondness on the world of our youth, but we can’t assume everyone else feels the same way about that world. If we are going to reach new people with the Good News that God loves them, we may have to grow into a new way of expressing it. After all, not everyone likes Taco Villa, or Mr. Gattis for that matter.

  • Under Construction - January 29, 2026

    One of the “benefits” of being a pastor in the United Methodist church is the “opportunities” I am given to travel up and down I-35. Salado is near the south end of the Horizon Texas Conference, which is headquartered in Fort Worth. Although things have improved over the years, especially with the rise of Zoom, many mandatory meetings and trainings are still held in Ft. Worth. So, I have no shortage of “opportunities” to travel I-35.


    Now, I sincerely hope this does not come as news to you, but there is construction on I-35. Recently things were pretty bad in Waco, but I think that’s mostly cleared out. There’s always some between Hillsboro and Ft. Worth. So, depending on the time of day and holidays, the traffic can get pretty bad. And regardless, with all those barriers and shifting lanes and all the 18-wheelers, it can get pretty interesting.


    And I love the TxDOT signs. They say we may not like it now, but we’ll love it when it’s finished. I have to laugh, because the fact is, it will never be finished. I love the meme: “Scientists are saying the sun will burn out in 5 billion years which means TxDOT will have to finish working on I-35 in the dark.” I grew up in Austin. I-35 has been under construction since I was a little kid. You used to have to stop in Austin for the train. Several years ago, the bottleneck was Hillsboro. Then it was Salado, then

    Belton/Temple. Pretty soon it’s going to be Belton/Temple again. And I thank God I don’t have to drive to Austin much anymore given what’s fixing to happen there. And then, whenever and wherever they finish the construction, increased traffic will require them to start over again.


    But the thing is, when TxDOT does get done with a section, it really IS awesome. I remember when Salado was the bottleneck. It was a nightmare to drive through here, but now it’s great. Same with Hillsboro, and Waco. And gradually, year by year, I-35 will be able to handle more and more traffic. Which is a good thing. None of us would want to drive on I-35 the way it was when I was a kid.


    And I think this is a lot like our lives. We’re never done. I remember when I was a kid. I thought when I started going to school, I’d be one of the “big kids.” I’d be fulfilled. So, I started school and it was nice. But then, I remember just wanting to get into Middle School, and then High School. I thought once I started driving, then I’d be good. And it was good, but it wasn’t the end. Then it was getting out of college, then it was getting married, then it was getting out of law school, then it was getting a “real” job, and on and on. It was all good, it was all progress, but it wasn’t the end.


    It was the same when I came to Christ. I knew that I was missing something in my life. I knew that I wasn’t the person that I had been created to be. And I had been told that Jesus would fix that. So, I turned my life over to Jesus. And nothing happened. At least not right away. I was a little (a lot) disappointed, but I stuck with it and before too long, things started to happen. And now, when I look back, I see how my life has changed for the good in so many ways. But, at least for me, it wasn’t a one-and-done thing. It has been a process. God has worked with me to clean up one bottleneck only to uncover another one, which God then works on with me, and so on.


    You Methodist nerds out there know that what I’m talking about is sanctification, the process by which God works in and through us to conform us more and more into the image of Christ. And it is an absolutely necessary part of a healthy faith life. It requires commitment on our part. It may not always be pretty and it may not always be fun, but where would we be without it. Faith is a relationship. It is living in God’s divine love. And God wants to draw us deeper and deeper into that love. God doesn’t want to leave the relationship where it was when we were kids, where it was when we first found Jesus, or where it was yesterday. God wants to work with us to make it grow.


    Which I think is a good thing. After all, how would I get to all my meetings if I-35 was the same as it was when I was a kid?

  • Running Against the Wind - January 22, 2026

    The last two Saturdays I’ve done long runs (at least for me). And both Saturdays, the wind has been horrendous. Now, I’ve got a 6 mile circuit that typically do, which is mostly north/south. Both Saturdays, the wind has been howling out of the north, which is great as long as I’m going south. Then it feels like I’m being pushed on to glory. On the other hand, when I’m going north, it’s a nightmare. Not only is the wind so strong and so cold that it makes my eyes water (the tears have nothing to do with the sad audiobooks I’ve been listening to … I swear!), but it seems like my speed is cut in half. It’s like trying to run in quicksand.


    Have you ever had that kind of experience in your spiritual life? I have. Those times when things are sooooo good; when it seems like every time you turn around, there God is smacking you over the head with signs of His goodness and love; when everything you touch seems to flourish and nothing can go wrong; when almost everything you experience is some sort of affirmation from God.


    And then there’s the northbound trip. Times when you feel like you’re in the desert, it’s so dry and dessicated. God seems absent. Nothing seems to be going right, or maybe it’s just that nothing seems to be going at all. You wonder whether any of it matters, whether anything you do or say makes any difference; whether God sees you or even cares. It’s really strange, but in these times, I tend to forget the southbound experiences. It’s as if they’ve been erased from my memory. All you can see is the bad stuff. You would think you’d be able to at least remember the God’s gracious presence in the past, you can’t.


    The 16th Century mystic, St. John of the Cross, had a name for this northbound journey. He called it the dark night of the soul. His insight was that at some point in every serious spiritual journey, we’re going to find ourselves in that northbound part of the loop. It isn’t a punishment and God hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s just a part of the process of spiritual growth, where we learn not to rely so much on how God makes us feel and instead—through persevering—learn to love God for God’s sake. And, like any night, this dark night of the soul doesn’t last forever. The light eventually shines again, the loop eventually turns back to the south, with the only difference being that the trip just gets better.

  • Forts - January 15, 2026

    When I was a kid, my family would get together with my cousins for several weeks during the Summer. And each year, my cousin, David, and I would build a fort in the scraggly wooded area behind our lakehouse, while our siblings were building one for themselves. I can’t remember why we did it. I definitely don’t remember spending a lot of time in the forts. But I do remember that not allowing our fort to be identified and invaded, and finding and invading the other fort, were of supreme importance.


    For some reason, this memory came to mind because I’m preaching this Sunday on the topic of welcome. The scripture is Luke 7:36-50. In it, a Pharisee named Simon has a dinner party, to which he invites a lot of other Pharisees, and Jesus. The text doesn’t tell us why he invited Jesus. My guess is he wasn’t necessarily a follower of Jesus, but did think his presence at the party would add some interest and maybe reflected glory. Anyway, in the middle of dinner, a sinful woman shows up and begins making a spectacle of herself over Jesus, washing his feet with her tears and drying them with her hair. Simon (and probably his Pharisee friends) were not amused. They were Pharisees for goodness’ sake, and she wasn’t. They were good and she was bad. As far as they were concerned, she absolutely did NOT belong there.


    Jesus, on the other hand, welcomed her, which led Simon to conclude Jesus wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. Of course, Simon’s new-found disdain of Jesus is ironic, since it’s Jesus’ acceptance of the sinful woman (and the judgmentally sinful Simon as well) that actually proves Jesus IS all he’s cracked up to be. Simon—who was obviously suffering from the king of all sins, pride—rejected Jesus, the only sinless person ever to live, because Jesus chose to welcome another sinner.


    It’s as if Simon considered his house, his dinner party, his web of relationships, as his fort. Everyone who didn’t meet his standards of holiness (and probably racial/political purity and social standing as well) was to be kept out. And since Jesus didn’t share Simon’s standards, he was obviously one of “them.” Kind of like when my cousin and I, based on some utterly arbitrary criteria, excluded our siblings from our fort.


    It seems to me there’s a lot of fort building going on in the world today. Of course, there always has been. But it seems as if it’s gotten a lot more intense here recently. The list of “thems” seems to be getting longer and longer, while “us” is getting more and more narrowly defined … more and more of us find ourselves on the outside of at least someone’s list.


    And in the process, we’re missing one of the key points of the story of Simon and the dinner party. Simon was just as much a sinner as that woman. Probably more so, given his judgmentalism and pride. Yet Jesus—God incarnate—was willing to welcome them both. He was willing to break bread with not only the woman, but also with Simon—despite the fact that he must have known how Simon felt about him.


    If Jesus refused to reject either the unnamed woman or Simon, who are we to reject someone else just because they think, look, believe, or behave differently than we do?

  • Ginger Ruth the Wonder Dog - January 8, 2026

    Ginger Ruth is a good dog. She is very smart and very sweet. We got her from the Jarrell dog rescue, so we never found out exactly what breeds she is, but we figure there’s some bird dog in there, since she loves to retrieve. Which when we got her was a good thing, since we had just lost our old lab, Piper (who was a great retriever).


    So, I decided to train Ginger to retrieve. And she seemed pretty good at it. Like I said, she’s very smart and she’s got a reasonable amount of natural drive, so the training was going well. Until it wasn’t.


    We were working on what I thought was a pretty simple drill. It wasn’t any more complicated than the ones we had done the several days before. But Ginger couldn’t or wouldn’t do it. Now dogs her age—she was a “teenager”—sometimes don’t do stuff just so they can get under your skin. But that’s not what was going on. It was apparent that she just didn’t get it. She wasn’t doing what I wanted and I was getting frustrated. I kept trying to get her to do the drill. I argued with her, reasoned with her, explained it to her, but she still didn’t get it. So finally, I started to get angry. How could she be so stupid? How could she be so dense?

    Then I stopped and thought. Was it her or was it me? Any of you who have trained animals know that it’s a progression. You build on the prior steps and you move your way up to more complicated things gradually. It’s really no different than how we learn. You don’t start kids out with algebra. You work your way up to it. So, was it that she was dumb, or was it that I hadn’t given her everything she needed to succeed?


    So, I decided to back up. We went back over some of the basics that I might have gone through a little too quickly in our (my) effort to make her “Ginger the Wonder Dog.”


    All that was several years ago and I would love to say Ginger Ruth became a world-class retriever. But alas, no. She’s actually very good at getting the birds, it’s just that when she gets them, the border collie in her takes over so that when she returns with the bird, it is “tenderized” beyond recognition.


    Nevertheless, Ginger might have something to say to all of us (or at least to me). Like I said, she’s pretty smart. St. Paul tells us in Romans 12:2, “do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” The whole aim of our existence is to become transformed more and more into the image of Christ—to live in God’s perfect love. This isn’t a physical transformation; it’s in the mind and the spirit. And God has given us a means of accomplishing that transformation through God’s Word, the Bible.


    But for that transformation to happen, we’ve got to study the Word. We’ve got to dig into it. We’ve got to seek to understand it. We’re not going to jump immediately from being “born again” to spiritual maturity any more than a child is going to learn algebra before mastering addition, or any more than Ginger Ruth is going to learn how to do a water retrieve before learning how to swim. It’s just not gonna happen.

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