August 14, 1990 On August 14, 1990, an 18 year old boy from a small town in north Texas was feeling especially anxious. He had flown from Dallas to San Diego, CA late the night of August 13, and was now in a room in the middle of the night with hundreds of people he …
Tag: Marines
“I’m still here.” – A veteran’s story.
This morning I had therapy at the local V.A. clinic. When I went in to my appointment I had thought that this would be a fairly routine session. My plan was to ask my therapist some questions related to the book I am currently working on, which is entitled Traumatic Episodes: Finding grace in a life …
Veteran’s Day: A theological view
In my book Go Golden, I write about war and peace, because warfare is the polar opposite of enacting the golden rule. Yet, here in the U.S. (and in other powerful nations) the military is constantly front and center in society. One way in which militarism is perpetuated is the near deification of the military …
Who am I to judge?
Love, grace, compassion
Thank you for your service
I grew up in a rural north Texas town after relocating there with my family from Kansas City, MO in the early 1980s. During my childhood and teens, I was exposed to evangelical, fundamentalist Christianity of the conservative Church of Christ variety along with the Southern Baptist Church variety. In 1990, after graduating from high …
The Tattooed Theologian 