KOHEN'S PARK

06/07/2026

We found a pair of headphones when we closed up tonight. Message us if you left them behind today.

06/07/2026

Someone worked really hard today. Great work!

06/06/2026

05/29/2026

God has always smiled on Kohen’s Park. The whole place was His idea. Today we went to mow. We knew it was supposed to rain. But we also knew the chances for rain are higher tomorrow. We were 3/4 of the way done when the belt on the mower broke. No matter. We had two push mowers so we got it done. As we loaded the trailer to leave, God let the rain fall that He’d been holding back. He’s been doing that kind of stuff since we opened nearly 17 years ago. How blessed we are.

05/27/2026

If you have ever attended an event at Kohen’s Park, you probably shook hands with Pastor Steve and prayed with him. He impacted many important decisions there.

And equally important, he impacted many of my personal decisions. He preached the final sermons for my grandparents and my parents. He helped me to understand the true mission of the park and how to use the platform for Kingdom Building. And once when I walked the 4 Mile Monkey Run, he rode the golf cart to the finish line and ran across with me so we could finish together. Something about he couldn’t run and not grow weary is what he said.

We spent hours in the word and he has helped me with every essay that I have written for Oxford. We read lots of the same books and tore them apart for meaning.

Parkinson’s took hold of him some time ago and took away his ability to walk and do so many things on his own.

But Parkinson’s did not win that battle. Diseases never win because they can’t get into Heaven.

Yesterday, he sprinted through Heaven’s gates. No golf cart, no cane, no weariness just running into the arms of our Father. He knows so many other people up there too. And there’s one little boy that I am certain he has felt like he knew all along but now he finally gets to hug him too. Yes, we’ll call it a day of rejoicing even if our hearts hurt too.

05/25/2026

Today, we remember those who left the battlefield behind for Heaven. We are grateful for their sacrifice today and every day.

05/19/2026

Do you ever just look at the sky and wonder how far away Heaven is?

05/15/2026

Our son is 25 years old today. He’s not out celebrating with friends or family. His reality is war.

When I think about all that he is sacrificing, it angers me to read the stories of young people here terrorizing others. From teen mobs targeting senior citizens to shooting children, the very ones who are doing this see themselves as powerful. That’s not power. That’s not even self control.

I couldn’t be more proud of our son.

05/07/2026

Kohen loved fire trucks. I have one of his small fire trucks still. He played so hard with it that it exists minus wheels. One time we attended an event put on by the Cabot Fire Department for kids to learn how to evacuate in case of a fire. I knew as soon as the firefighter said “window,” Kohen was going out of it without more instructions. I sprang to my feet and caught him as he went through it. I think had God seen fit for him to live into adulthood, he might have been a firefighter when he grew up. We miss what will never be as much as what was.

05/04/2026

I keep some pictures on my office wall to remind me where I come from.

In 1936, my grandfather’s brother wrote him a letter. We don’t really know hard times like they did. The letter mentions mortgaging the hay in the fields and the cow’s milk to get by.

My grandmother survived the Great Depression, married the love her life and became a widow at a very young age. She raised two boys by waitressing at night and picking cotton by day. My dad dropped out of school after fourth grade to help her.

I was accepted into Oxford University last year. One of the essays I have been working on has been the source of a lot of stress for me. Today, I sat back from my computer and read the 1936 letter again. I felt humbled instantly. I am honored that my roots trace back to overcomers and hard workers. They didn’t know that 90 years later, they’d be motivating me. I am gonna be thinking of them when I head across the pond to take advantage of an opportunity they never had. We often hear, in a hundred years, it won’t matter. Not true.