Directly to Jail

Sometimes I wish I was a policeman rather than a pastor. Every police officer just smirked and said “You wish..” in their heads… I don’t really want to be a policeman policeman if it means giving people traffic tickets and having to carefully explain to today’s generation that driving 90 km/hr in a school zone IS unreasonable and unlawful and likely to result in the deaths … Continue reading Directly to Jail

Dating and Open Houses

I haven’t dated in awhile but I still remember the clammy desperation to come across as “marriageable”, if that’s an actual thing. It should also be noted that I’m happily married and so is Erin, like to each other, though some days it’s less “happily married” and more “still married”. The early days of our relationship were filled with wonder and nervousness. I’m not naturally … Continue reading Dating and Open Houses


“Hey, what’s your Enneagram?” The latest rage in the journey to self discovery is the Enneagram. Self discovery is always a little risky. Finding out WHY I’m an idiot doesn’t make me not an idiot, but it’s still all the rage because we’re gluttons for self indulgent punishment. It’s like watching a train wreck, you can’t take your eyes off it. Enneagram differs from most … Continue reading Enneagram


“What do you do for work?” “I’m a pastor” Awkward silence. Covert glances at my tattooed arms. Sometimes judgy eyes. Sometimes surprised. Sometimes nicely surprised. My own late grandmother wouldn’t approve of my tattoos, but then again she didn’t approve of things like playing cards. “Do you know who the Joker represents Corey?” “The devil?” “The devil!!!” Nailed it. I told my dad what she’d … Continue reading Tattoos