Pastor Dad

So, guess what! If you drop a drinking glass on a granite countertop on Tuesday morning it explodes. Guess what else! If you do it again on Wednesday morning it will explode also! Now, ask me how I know that. Yep, you guessed it! I did that yesterday morning and again this morning. Some people may not understand but I get more upset when I do something silly or stupid than when other people do it. Sooooooo, I was slightly upset. But then I cleaned it up and the world was back in order. Although I don’t think Tammy is going to let me back in the cabinets before work anymore. Something about not being able to afford new dishes or something like that. She overreacts sometimes ;) Oh and get this. The grass at my house is no longer green. It’s a crusty brown. I even think it’s starting to smell. That may be my senses in overdrive but it’s not pleasant. Grass isn’t supposed to crunch. I really don’t want to be outside around it either. Jade, our Great Dane doesn’t like it. She acts like s...

I am a man (or a little boy in an oversized body). I am a husband. I am a father. I am a Pastor. I am a friend. I am a son. I am a brother. I am a chaplain. I am an employee. I am a manager. I am a counselor. I am a follower of Christ. I am a leader. I am a cousin. I am an uncle. I am a driver. I am a Facebooker and a Twitterer. I am (or used to be) an athlete. I am called Brad, Pastor Brad, Kelcey’s dad, Jordan’s dad, Tammy’s husband, Chaplain, Coach, Hey you, Who are you, Pastor Dad, Mr. Bryant, and my personal favorite, Hey Hottie (actually, no one calls me that but I am hoping Tammy will soon)! Make your own list. It’s kinda fun. It can be revealing also. I could continue the list but thinking hard makes my head hurt and lately it hasn’t needed much help. When you make a list like this it can show you why people lose their identity so often. What I mean is that people forget who they really are because of all the people they think they have to be.   I have broken my identi...

Before I tell you about the new restaurant I wanted to share this with all of you. I wish everyone would do this for a week, or no, a month. I adopted a philosophy several years ago that would save so many people from heartache if they would just try it. I’m sure I would have to share the credit because I don’t think it was an original idea but I remember when I first shared it with someone. It was my 15 year old daughter. I had gotten up around one in the morning to get a drink and saw a faint glow in her bedroom. I walked in to find her talking on the phone. At that moment I asked her a question and her answer bore a new outlook on life for her and everyone I get to speak to. It went something like this…             Me: “What are you doing?” (Luckily she didn’t respond with a “duh, dad, here’s yer sign!”)             Kelcey: “Er, um, sorry, uh, dad, I can exp…” ...

This was a great weekend. It was our churches 7 th straight year having a Men and Boys Camp. It was amazing. There were 88 men and boys that stayed overnight and 10-15 that commuted. We left the church on Friday at 6:00 and traveled to Camp Bayoca in Wears Valley. Upon arriving at the camp, the first job was tents. Get all the tents up and staked down and then the fun can begin. There were tents of all sizes. Tents so small they looked like they were display miniatures of the real tents and then there were tents that were larger than mine and Tammy’s first home. It was great. While this was all going on the kitchen fired up for Friday night dinner. Hot dogs for all. 160 hot dogs and chips and 15 gallons of Powerade were consumed.   As the boys finished their dogs, they scattered. Some were in the creek catching crawdads, some were throwing football, some were at the lake fishing, and some were already in their snacks that their moms sent them. It was a scene never forgotten. ...