I’ve come to a few conclusions in the last year. One in particular is worth noting: I’m convinced that my parents probably broke all manor of child labor laws when it came to me. It wasn’t the bean walking. It wasn’t the hours of endless mowing gigantic spans of lawn in the summer heat. It wasn’t making us hold a gate open while 300 pound … Continue reading child labor laws
This week, a team of Communicators is spending a few days on Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, meeting with chaplains and the people for whom they care. A young man with a short haircut and two arms full of tattoos sat next to me on the flight from St. Louis to Dallas. He didn’t say anything . . . just put his head … Continue reading they’re here for us
It was an honor to speak at the commencement of the undergraduate students at Concordia University Wisconsin this weekend. My parents came along, not so much to cheer me on to but to rate my speech (Dad) and to supply me with chocolate chip cookies (Mom). The text (or at least the gist of it) of the speech can be found below for those who … Continue reading cuw undergrad speech
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