PREACHER · PAUPER · PRESIDENT
I was ten years old the first time I preached a sermon.
On the drive home, my dad caught my eye in the rearview mirror.
“Son, you have a way with words,” he said. “It’s a gift. It’s also a responsibility.”
I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to live up to both halves of that sentence — through pulpit highs and pauper lows, driving cabs and riding catastrophes, tossing papers, hauling pizzas, and peddling Naugahyde — and the occasional corner office. I write about all of it. Welcome to the journey, man.
Gene Strother
JourneyMan
