I was sitting in a movie with my wife this past Saturday when I noticed a man shift down the aisle. He was walking pretty slowly, shuffling his feet and looking around the audience, almost as if he was scoping us, and immediately I thought, "Does that man have a gun?" My hairs on the … Continue reading This is Normal
Personally, I've been feeling disenfranchised with this whole "Western society" thing lately. Between two major hurricanes, rising tensions between unstable world leaders, increased racial fighting, emboldened hate groups spewing their venom in a more public fashion, and the constant economic anxiety of the shrinking middle class, news and world events have been a real downer. … Continue reading The Power of Sincerity
My alma mater, Samford University, made headlines last week when it announced that it would not be accepting its annual $3 million from the Alabama Baptist State Convention. While President Westmoreland says the relationship is still important to the university, the public is viewing this action as Samford's first step in completely severing ties with … Continue reading A Place at the Table
My name, Benjamin Charles Johnson, is derived from the men on both sides of my family. "Benjamin" was the name of my grandfather on my mother's side and is a name I've always had an easy time connecting with. My grandpa, Ben White, died when I was only five years old, but I have a … Continue reading Becoming Charles
My wife and I enjoy hiking, which has led to some memorable stories. Once while we were still dating we went on this trail near Clemson, SC. It was in the middle of autumn, so not a lot of hikers had been on the trail and the path was not clearly laid out. I was … Continue reading Flowers in the Thorns
...oft in woe, Onward Christian, onward go. Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of Life." There have been way too many hashtags on my twitter feed this past month: #Dallas #PiedmontParkHanging #PhilandoCastile #AltonSterling #Baghdad #Bangladesh #Orlando These acts of violence are unfathomable. To watch people's lives gunned down on camera and … Continue reading “Oft in Sorrow…”
....in one of those places that are only supposed to be on postcards. A hand-built, wooden house, vibrant green acres fenced by groves of trees, and the only way in or out was an old dirt road. Yep, I was in the country; sitting under the shade as speckles of sunlight broke through, eating a … Continue reading I Was Sitting Outside….