Author Archives: Mike

While spending this past weekend with my family in Keystone Heights, I was pulled aside by my cousin for a confession. “Mike, I’ve messed up, and I need your help” (not exactly the lite-family-catch-back-up level of conversation I was prepared … Continue reading →

It’s been a week now since we returned from Honduras, and I suppose the dust is beginning to settle. Not being able to make better sense of the trip or tell some amazing story of transformation is still bugging me … Continue reading →

This August it’ll be time to consider the whole Honduras thing first hand. The plan is to stay for a week and work with the children of Ninos de la Luz in La Ceiba. Part of what our team will … Continue reading →

I don’t really know that much about Marcion, but after reading about Moses and the Israelites (or would it be more clear to say Moses versus the Israelites) in the first five books of the Bible, I have to say … Continue reading →

The “nine to five” part of my life’s been pretty busy lately. Too busy. Maybe it’s related to my obsessive side, but when there’s a problem that I’m partly responsible to solve, I can’t just let it stay at the … Continue reading →

An excerpt from “Following Jesus” by N.T. Wright: It is because of him that we know – we don’t just hope, we know – that God will wipe away all tears from all eyes. And in that knowledge we find … Continue reading →

Sell the house. Sell the cars. Sell the boat. Learn to speak Spanish. Build homes. Help physicians care for folks. Play guitar. Teach English. Fish. Play. Purge. In short, move to Honduras for two years. Can’t really say that I … Continue reading →

Before starting my day at the office, I usually read the latest entries on several design weblogs. This morning, an entry on the Stuff and Nonsense site caught my eye, and I thought I’d try to answer the question it … Continue reading →

“Music serves a grand function in this crazy old world, and all of us, one way or another, are singers. Let your song fly. The rest of us need it.” – Kelly Joe Phelps

“We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.” W. H. Auden