Wedding Season, Part 1

I guess you could say it’s my favorite time in my life.

Sure, I’m between moves, and sure I’m technically homeless until I land my next job as a journalist (though I am staying with my parents, it doesn’t count as “home.” More on that some other time).

But tomorrow, I get to attend a wedding.

It’ll be only the second one I’ve been invited to and the first I’ll have attended because of prior work commitments which kept me from attending the other one.

The wedding is between two great people I know, one a dear friend who I took multiple English classes with. The other is her hilarious future husband, who’s comments on the wedding’s Facebook page crack me up to no end.

Then there’s the fact that it’s a wedding.

To me, as a practicing Christian, there’s really no celebration more meaningful except perhaps a baptism ,but I’ll leave that one up for debate for now. Whatever your spiritual beliefs, these two amazing people have been led to each other, whether that be by God, the stars, or “mere circumstance” and have decided to commit to being life-long best friends. Tomorrow, when they take their vows, they will commit to that, before God and country and witnesses.

Two people have fallen in love.

Despite all of the chaos in the world. Despite all the evil and darkness humanity sometimes seems to bring upon those who seek to be or do good. Despite the tendency of so many people to serve as naysayers to nearly everything. Despite it all, they have found light in each other.

They have fostered themselves as people, fostered themselves spiritually, and started to learn to foster each other. And, what is more, tomorrow they’ll commit to keep working at it. They’ll commit to keep enjoying it sure, but even more, they’ll commit to keep working at it.

That’s a special thing. It isn’t a commitment everyone can make, not one everyone does even when they have the opportunity. But tomorrow, Lord wiling, the world will become a little bit better because of the joy they have found in each other and the courage they now exemplify.

Can there be a more joyous occasion?

I somehow doubt it.

A Glimpse At My Morning Reading

I just came upon something that I felt needed to be shared. Here’s a small except from a book I’m reading, that I borrowed from my dear friend Erin Poppe.  The book is called “The Geography of Bliss” by Eric Weiner. Find it here on amazon. Think about your faith for a second, whatever religion or belief system you fall into, and then read this and think about it. Here it is:

I ask him how he knows all this to be true, since there is no proof of these things.

“You see this light?” he asks, gesturing toward a lam overhead.

“Yes, I see it.”

“But you cannot prove it. If you were born blind, you cannot see it. If you want proof, you will never be enlightened.”


I’ve heard similar from pastors. Tell me what you think. Leave a comment below 🙂


“3 For Boston”

One Fund Boston

As I rebuild my blog, and try and give you a reason to read mine over the millions of others out there, I felt the need to make this particular post my first. I hope, by the end, you’ll understand why.

Today, I introduce you to my “3 For Boston” campaign.


The race shirt

On April 15th of 2013, two explosions rocked the Boston Marathon near the finish line of the race. It was a day of tragedy in Boston. Many were hurt, and three people died in the blasts. In the days that followed, Boston was locked own and a manhunt began, leading to two suspects being discovered, one of which was killed in the hunt, the other who was captured.

Runners everywhere were shocked and angered and hurt. For many of us, this was a low blow. The running community is a very tight knit group that welcomes newcomers and thrives on the differences of each member. Seeing a race that so many of us train for and dream of running attacked this way was a shot right to the heart of many of us.

That day, I was going about my daily soldier tasks at Fort Bliss. I was an active duty soldier who was scheduled to leave active service a little over six weeks later. I was at the Army Community Services building when a CNN alert came over my phone, informing me of what happened. I went over to my unit building and watched things unfold on the big screen TV which was set up.

As the reports came in about injuries, then the rumor of a first casualty, then a second, and then a third, I was hurt and enraged. How dare a terrorist attack something like that! How dare they come after runners that way! Running is a lifestyle, but runners are not, in that, violent people. They’re people who strive for excellence, who strive to conquer their demons and overcome their own limits, whether those are real or perceived. In other words, this was not terrorists attacking armed soldiers. This was terrorism at it’s worst, attacking unarmed, unknowing CIVILIANS in the gold of day in one of America’s most iconic cities. This was three spectators being killed, including an eight year old boy who was there with his family.

This angered and upset me. It even brought me to tears when I went to bed that evening. I know it’s silly. I mean I didn’t know anyone there, I wasn’t from Boston and I had no real ties to it all. But I am, and I was then, an aspiring runner. That was the community I felt most attached to, and somehow I hurt for them. I can’t explain it.

So why does all this matter. Well, that week I realized I had to do something. As a professing Christian, I have been through enough and seen enough to believe in the power of prayer. One of the most emphasized themes in the Bible is the idea that we should pray about everything (Romans 12:12 for instance). So, as I sat there in my room that evening, I decided I needed to do something to pay respects to the victims and their families. Something public, but not for my glory in any way. Something that would bring awareness to those around me, as well as give me a firm reminder myself. I wracked my head for ideas, and ultimately decided to sleep on it.

The next morning I woke up with the idea. I drew it up in my head, and texted my two or three best friends for input. Alyssa loved it, which was enough for me to get online and order a custom shirt from the Boston Red Sox official online store. That’s the shirt in the photo. Here was the idea.

From April 15th 2013 until the end of the 2014 Boston Marathon, I will wear that shirt as my official race shirt. The 3 signifies each of the victims, and my commitment to running 3 Half Marathons in that time, or 3 races over that distance (such as a full Marathon, and a half). I ran the Prairie Fire Half-Marathon in October of 2013, and I’m registered and scheduled to run the 2014 Austin full Marathon on February 16th.

The goal of this is always, and will always be, to bring prayers for those who were lost. I personally don’t want attention for this. What I want my readers to do, and my fellow runners to do, is pray. Pray daily, or weekly, or monthly, for the families of those who were lost. Pray for the survivors, the ones who lost limbs and peace of mind, and all the time it takes to rebound from the injuries that were inflicted on them. Pray as often as you can, or as your faith allows. If you aren’t a Christian, than just think about them, and support them with your hope for them. If you can, donate to OnefundBoston, there’s a link at the top of this article. But if you can’t, just think about these families. The victims, the survivors, and the ones who struggle on through recover as victims themselves. Because it seems to be a running joke (no PUN intended) within our society that “it’s the thought that counts.”

But in my opinion, it really is. That’s why I run this year. That’s why I run with the hope of reminding others not to forget those families.

Because those who were hurt, and those who died, on the unspeakable day of April 15th, 2013, will never be forgotten by their families and friends. We, as a society, as runners, and as Americans, but remind them that we will never forget them either.

Thanks for reading…