Recently I went for a run. To be clear, I’m not a good runner. I typically log about a ten minute pace, with a good day inching closer to the 9:30 mark. That said, I can mostly go forever if time allows. Running, for me, is a chance to disconnect. It’s an opportunity to stop thinking or stressing about life’s day-to-day responsibilities and disappear for a while. My running ritual starts with strapping up some Nikes, throwing on my head phones, and racing through the neighborhood next to mine; the one with the big, expensive houses and nice sidewalks. 

Yesterday I had a brief phone conversation with a homosexual man who attends my church. Yes, you read that right, I have gay people at my church. Yes, you read that right as well, I said people. As in more than one. Plural. If that bothers you then there's a chance this post in it’s entirety may set your hair on fire (is that a real expression?). 

Dear FCC, Every Tuesday morning our staff gathers for a weekly meeting. I love this time that we share together. My favorite part of...

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