Last week, I had the terrifying privilege of trying to change a flat tire on Southbound I-25 near Denver, CO. With each pass of a semi truck or vehicle, the wind buffeted the car while I fetched out the spare tire and jacked up the car for the first time in my memory. I needed to look at the owner's manual to even understand where the spare tire was on the vehicle. I also think it is the first time in perhaps 15 years that I have had to change a tire and, I am thankfully still alive. Driving to the tire shop, I arrived — discouraged with the setback, but grateful no harm and no further damage other than the

This past week, Ghanian football forward Manuel "Junior" Agogo died in a London hospital at the age of 40. As I watch the different tweets and acknowledgments come from different clubs and teams that Junior played for, and as news outlets produce similar sounding stories, there is a sad feeling inside. While we might say "kudos" for the different clubs acknowledging Junior, how many with those clubs and news sources even were around to know him? I knew Junior. Serving as an assistant for Public Relations for the Colorado Rapids, I met Junior when he came to the club in 2000. He was an exciting, dynamic player. I remember his quickness — it surprised many in the league and he

This past weekend, I had the awesome privilege and weighty task of preaching on Ephesians 4:1-16 at Cherry Creek Presbyterian Church. The church has a Saturday night Word & Table service, and two morning service times on Sunday — one traditional and one "convergent" or modern service. Friend and mentor, Pastor Mike Anderson, asked me, "How did it go?" I simply responded, It's not my forte! But, perhaps, put a different way — sermon prep and delivery just hasn't been part of my routine, rhythm and experience as a pastor. I have in my years away from seminary and some pulpit-filling during seminary preached only a handful of times on a Sunday morning or in a special service. My work in

If you're like me, you're likely getting a few emails these days from various ministries, churches, non-profit, and NGO's. One email header caught my attention: THOUSANDS of lives changed... Thousands. As I opened up this particular group's Year in Review report, I saw amazing graphics, cool photographs, video linked testimonials. It was the third, such, Year in Review or Year Summary that I had seen and felt drawn into. It started me wondering whether Soccer Chaplains United needs to put together a professional looking report and summary for our own donors and constituency. But then I paused. What if our number was only one? What if we only impacted one life? Is one life, worth it? Is one life enough?

For the Colorado Rapids, offseason came sooner than last year. No playoff game appearance. No run for the league cup final. Players, coaches, staff all scattering to the far reaches of the globe until it's time to return and begin a season anew. For the Rapids and many others throughout professional soccer in North America, the season of waiting commences. The Rapids, recently announced a new head coach — so for some, the wait in that regard is over. But as the 2018 season lies ahead, there is a painful waiting that has begun. Waiting for a Contract Imagine this scenario. You are 30 years-old. Married. You and your spouse are expecting your first child and you are waiting for