Notes from the Trail

Life, adventure and faith from southwest Virginia

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In response to a writing prompt

I was recently given a writing prompt challenge. I had to “Write a script to give telemarketers to sell plastic pooper-scoopers.” It’s rare that I get an excuse to write about poop, so I took up the challenge.

Nuff said: A tribute to millennials as college starts again

As colleges start in Blacksburg and around the country, I thought a “Nuff Said” post with a collection of entries from around the inter webs about millennials would be a nice tribute.

Lunch convos, Part 3

It was just a brief, hour-long lunch at a local Mexican restaurant, but the inane topics it spawned has led to a half-dozen blog posts. In this post, the Magic Eight-Ball is compared to Siri.

Lunch convos, Part 2

Ever wondered about the buttons in your car that you never push? In this random lunch conversation, a friend’s comment leads to VBU (vehicular button uncertainty).

Lunch convos, Part 1

There’s such junk on TV today. Surely there’s room for more. I’m convinced that if someone were to follow me around with a video camera, they’d have enough material by the end of every day to create a 30 minute sitcom.

“Hey hey hey” hair advice

What do you do when you meet a bald evangelist in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant? You could make up hair jokes, or you could discover a magic pill.

Happy Fourth of July

From a wedding to kids camp for our church… to a house full of family from Texas… to zip lining.. it’s been a busy, fun, crazy week.

Are Southern Baptists the best denomination ever?

My faith “tribe” is Southern Baptist. I didn’t have a choice of what church to attend when I was a child. However, today I pastor a Southern Baptist church and am privileged to partner with other churches who align with the SBC. Here’s a few thoughts…

Surprise, you’re a leader!

Leadership is tricky. You’re not really leading if no one is following. While some may aspire to leadership, I didn’t have “leader” on my list of “what I want to be when I grow up.” At some point, it was sprung on me.

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