If my soul could sing, it would sound Johnny Cash - a true American bad-ass and the original voice of downtrodden and road weary travelers clinging to an ancient hope. I miss you, Mr. Cash. This world needs more people like you.
I used to blog about my job in a Christian bookstore. Now I focus on how my faith intersects with the rest of life as a husband, father, resident of the Irvington neighborhood in Indianapolis, higher education employee, etc.