I confess to being an absolute novice at blogging. Maybe it is my age or that I am by nature a bit too analytical. I have resisted the Twitter fad because I thought it a bit narcissistic to think that anyone cared what I was thinking when I came out of Popeye's Fried Chicken or a movie.
I also read blogs that were a bit of a downer. They appeared to be vents, rages, self-absorbed compositions explaining why life wasn't fair.
Then I read a blog forwarded to me by a student (actually future student) at the New Orleans seminary and realized that a blog was both therapy for the blogger and a place to write thoughts that reflected humility, gratitude, and wonder at what God does with frail humans who journey with Him.
If nobody else reads this, I pray that it is a place to be able to see where I need course corrections. Proverbs 23:7 says, (and I like the New King James translation) "For as he thinks in his heart, so is he." Too often, I am not honest with myself about what is going on in my heart. Perhaps seeing my words will make me more honest.
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Two of my favorite things
I live in Atlanta, but New Orleans was my home for two decades. I drink coffee. I am on a journey as a Christ-follower, husband, a father, pastor, and part time professor. A cup of coffee with someone symbolizes community, conversation and a simple willingness to park an agenda for a few minutes to hear and be heard...
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Two of my favorite things
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I started drinking coffee black when I was in junior high. It was a symbol of fellowship in my family. Till the day he died, if my father knew I was coming home from work, from college, or even from my home in a different state, he would say, "I will put on a pot of coffee."
When someone calls and says they need to talk, I usually say, "let's meet for a cup of coffee." If I need to talk to someone, I ask them if they have time for a cup of coffee.
It is ironic and perhaps providential that New Orleans--area code 504--is known for the rich, dark, chicory coffee and for the willingness of its people to take time out to visit.
In my first attempt at a blog, it is my prayer that anyone who cares to read it would sense a value of thoughtful community--centered around the reality of the journey and the redemption that Christ has brought to those who seek Him.
Welcome to 504 Java
When someone calls and says they need to talk, I usually say, "let's meet for a cup of coffee." If I need to talk to someone, I ask them if they have time for a cup of coffee.
It is ironic and perhaps providential that New Orleans--area code 504--is known for the rich, dark, chicory coffee and for the willingness of its people to take time out to visit.
In my first attempt at a blog, it is my prayer that anyone who cares to read it would sense a value of thoughtful community--centered around the reality of the journey and the redemption that Christ has brought to those who seek Him.
Welcome to 504 Java
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