One year ago today. I've been sitting here trying to figure out what I want to say about Charlie, and honestly... I don't really know. It doesn't feel like it's been a year. What I do know is that the last year hasn't been the same. And I'm not the same. I remember seeing Isaiah 6:8 everywhere after Charlie was murdered... Here am I. Send me. It felt like something had shaken a lot of us awake. A year later, I sometimes wonder where that fervor went. Maybe that's not entirely fair. Maybe some people changed in ways nobody else can see. I know I did. I'm not going to get into the pe

"Brian Tally is my friend." If you know Tombstone, you know exactly why that's all that needs to be said. If you don't, I'll just say this… There are few things in life more valuable than a friend whose loyalty never has to be questioned. Here's to good friends 🍻

The irony isn’t the American flag on a Tundra - the irony is how confidently people judge what they don’t understand. Some people see the a Toyota and think they’ve spotted a contradiction… A “Japanese” truck wrapped in American pride. But the Tundra consistently ranks as the most American made full size truck in the country, even ahead of the Big Three. What looked like irony was really just an assumption made without knowing the full picture. And we do the same thing to each other every day. We see one label. One decision. One mistake. One chapter. And we think we understand the wh