Just before sundown this past 
Wednesday, a few friends and I went to the first of Nashville’s popular Movies in the Park summer series. The film was 500 Days of Summer, featuring the inconsolably intoxicating Zooey Deschanele and the ever suave Joseph Gordon-Levitt. No matter how many times I see it, I still wish I could pull off a vest with half of the panache that seems to comes so naturally to him.
What’s been on my mind, though, is what happened shortly after we left. Continue reading
As I continue planning the next year, one question keeps popping up: Why do we have denominations? Why Baptist, Presbyterian, Methodist churches? And why the divisions within them? Southern Baptist, Cooperative Baptist, National Baptist, PCUSA, PCA, United Methodist, Evangelical Methodist, African Methodist Episcopal, and on and on. If you are not a member of one of these churches, you probably have not heard of half of these. It’s kind of like how you only know the difference between Death Cab for Cutie and Postal Service if you wear skinny jeans and vintage non-prescription glasses (I’m looking at you, Belmont). Continue reading
Here I am.
It’s 7 o’clock on a Thursday evening, and I am sitting in the same coffee shop I arrived at for lunch. I have been tirelessly tracking down churches that might host me for one month of next year. To be precise, I am looking for 11 churches, of 11 denominations, in 11 cities, from New York to Texas, and Birmingham to Seattle. I have five of them set in stone, and now it is just a matter of filling in the gaps. This is what my next year holds in store, and as I sit in the dim lighting of this Sumatra-infused room, authoring what feels like the hundredth letter to a prospective church, I fight to fend off the cold sweat of uncertainty. How did I get here? Well, it all started in July of 2010: Continue reading
Life Reconciling 