“I look for someone to come and help me, but no one gives me a passing thought!  No one will help me; no one cares a bit what happens to me.  Bring me out of prison so I can thank you.  The godly will crowd around me, for you are good to me.”
Psalm 142:4-7

There is a disease out there that is killing males at a rapid rate.  That disease is the male ego.  I am not saying that women don’t have any pride issues.  It seems to me that men suffer from this more severely than women.  It seems that for some reason men seem to think they are manlier when they can do things on their own.  That is why men would rather drive around in circles for 2 hours than stop and ask for directions.  There is a misconception in our world that if someone needs help that person is weak. We think we don’t need help because we will figure things out on our own.

This summer will make it 9 years that I’ve been a pastor at SouthSide. I’ve reflected a lot lately on that time, and on the many great memories. This might be a surprise to some of you, but being a pastor isn’t always easy. There have been times when I’ve wondered if it was worth it. There have been times when I’ve been ready to walk away. But when I’ve taken the time to remember my reasons for being a pastor, I’ve always decided to keep on going. You see, at the age of 35 I still know that there’s nothing that compares to knowing God, and I’ll always be interested in helping people find that out.