I did not have a choice. No one asked me my opinion.  A list of options, neatly itemized on a piece of paper, were not slid across the table for me to make a selection.  I was ascribed one, and one is all I have.  I am sure that my parents enjoyed long, meandering conversations filled with laughter and quick witted replies.  In the end, a final decision was made and the rest is history. My name: Christopher Loren Trethewey There is something powerful with a name.  You might h

Personally, I am really looking forward to “that” day. I am not sure when that day is going to be, but it will be here before I know it.  And when it does arrive, this is what I’ll do first: I will grab two chairs. Not the uncomfortable, metal constructed, butt-numbing type of chairs. These chairs will be the big overstuffed chairs wrapped in well-worn leather. The type that when you sit down the chair conforms to your body. I will pull out my methodically constructed list an

The words of the preacher effortlessly glide off his lips. His charismatic voice pounds within your heart, pulsing at deafening decibels. The perfectly constructed words, effortlessly spoken, demands that you move into action. The edge of the seat braces itself under the downward pressure being applied by your desire to overcome. You lean in and think about letting out a vigorous, “Yes!” Or even a good old fashion, “Amen!” The preacher concludes the message with one of those

Have you ever encountered a moment with God where it feels like he’s playing the role of an Illusionist – performing a well-rehearsed sleight of hand trick? I have. Especially the last two months. The meandering conversation between God and me, over the past two months, has twisted, turned, moved, and paused. Lengthy bike rides have been filled with a mix of non-stop chatter and miles of silence. Early morning quiet, holding a cup of coffee (Really good coffee like Intelligen