Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
The Detroit Tigers bring me back to my first story, the one that God authored for me.
When I was around 8 years old, my mom entered me in a raffle. They used to have these in grocery stores in Michigan, just past the cashier. Some were for experiences, some were for products. This one was for an honorary bat boy or bat girl at a home game for the Detroit Tigers back in old Tiger Stadium.
My mom and dad called me into the living room to tell me that I won the...
I remember growing up with I John 1:9, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” For me, confession came around our church’s once a month communion service. The pastor would talk about coming to the “table” with a clean slate and I would stumble through an internal prayer of confession, trying to hit the things I could remember from the previous few days. As a result, confession was not an...