Restoring faith in humanity

I call my dad, Jerry Marshall…mostly behind his back. To his face I call him daddy, dad, daddy-papa, and occasionally, Jerry Marshall. Two reasons. First, that’s his name. Second, he is a character. Calling him by his name helps me distinguish him from the...

Dragon breath and scorch marks

Dragon breath sucks…no not the morning kind, the kind that comes in the form of words. Words that feel like evil fire spewing at you from the mouth of another person. So hot and thick that it actually leaves scorch marks. I have stood face to face with this kind of...

Permission to know nothing

I thought they’d never accept me. A professional actor with a degree in acting and a lifetime of performance experience applying for seminary. You could have never convinced me that I would ever go back to school to get a graduate degree, let alone a seminary...