Move Forward

Growing up, my mother always said she could read the state of my mind by the state of my bedroom. If it was organized, I was in a good place. If it was a mess, so was I. It’s true—I crave order in my surroundings. People who can live and work in chaos are a mystery to me. In fact, a couple months back,...

Thirtysomething

Jimmy Buffet comes to Cincinnati almost every year. I’m one of the few people who have never gone to one of his concerts. A few months back, my friend Ryan was assembling a group to go. This is how the text conversation went down: “We R goin 2 Buffet in August. U coming?” “Are you drunk?” “Come...

Let the Games Begin

I love the Summer Olympics. Let me rephrase: I live for the Summer Olympics. For the two weeks that the Games are televised, I lose focus of pretty much every other area of my life. I’m not as communicative with friends—and I’m not sorry about it. I’m constantly checking the medal count...

In Awe of Marriage

Whenever a relative asks why I’m not married, my stock answer is that I can’t fathom ever sharing my remote control. There’d have to be two TV rooms in any home I share with someone. But that doesn’t mean I don’t admire other marriages. I look in awe at my parents’...

Meet Chris Padgett

I had the pleasure recently of sitting down for an interview with Chris Padgett, husband, father, convert, singer-songwriter-musician and youth minister. He and his wife, Linda, brought six of their nine children with them when they visited the offices of Franciscan Media. In the hour we spent together, I...

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