A few weeks ago, after our goodbye on Sunday morning at First Church as well as some emotional Facebook posts, somebody asked me, "Are you even excited to move?! Why are you leaving Tuscaloosa if you love it so much?"

It's a good question.

If you'...

My last sermon at First United Methodist Church Tuscaloosa, as Emily and I say goodbye to Tuscaloosa and head to New Jersey to plant a church in 2020.

If you’ve been around this place at all in the last four years, you know it’s only fitting I begin t...

Last Christmas, after preaching on Christmas Eve, I jumped in the car for home. Only this year home wasn’t fifteen minutes away, but 800 miles. I was headed to my childhood home for Christmas. Emily and Bennett had already flown to Maryland earlier i...

We don't know what to do with Holy Saturday.

Or at least I don't.

On Ash Wednesday we cover ourselves in ashes and repent. During the forty or so days of Lent we give something up, maybe add a devotional or tangible act of service to our lives. Palm Su...

I am humbled by the response I received to my post on General Conference last week. Thank you for taking the time to read my perspective and experience at General Conference, and for dialoging with me via e-mails, texts and messages this past week. I...

As we were driving northbound Friday morning to General Conference in St. Louis, there was laughter and joy as four pastors from Alabama gathered into a small Toyota Camry, telling stories and catching up as old friends often do. I was the outsider o...