I was born the son of a son of a preacher. That didn’t make me a preacher though. God did that (with a little help from patient congregations.) Being a preacher didn’t make me a pastor though. God did that too (with a little help from great theological instruction and gifted mentors.) Now I need to say that God has nothing to do with my writing. He is likely embarrassed by it, but it is a part of me and since He has all of me, well, then He gets the blog too.
I live in Houston, TX with one wife, three kids, the Greatest of Danes, and a gold fish.