About Kevin
Jesus Follower
Christ’s love transforms – instantly and forever – when you believe. I’m no longer a seeker for God’s truth – I’m a purveyor.
Dad
He has three children who are a popular muse for his personal writings.
Friend
More important than the treasures of the storehouse are the treasures of the body, and the treasures of the heart are the most valuable of all.
Writer/Journalist
Writing and communicating, no matter the medium, are genuine passions extending beyond career creative outlets.
Magazine Editor
Feature writing, essays and short stories have appeared in The Kansas City Star, Urban Times, Review, Ink Magazine, Present Magazine, and Career College Central.
Public Relations
Kevin has worked in the Public Relations and Communications field for industry leaders such as: DuPont, Sun Life Financial, PlattForm Advertising and Career College Central.
Latest Articles
Makes me believe
Finally, this afternoon, when the house was still—the snow trucks had passed and even the appliances were silent—I went up to my prayer
Learn to love like Him
My heart wants to become his heart. And yet everyday I find myself making a mess of things. Leave the stones on the ground: that should be m
The kids table
My grandparents lived in a house that seemed very much like a castle to me. When I was much younger, our whole family would gather there to
Only prayer
Only prayer could call down a snowfall this beautiful. Someone must have knelt in solitude, morning after morning, asking for the world to b
A few inspirations
In the same mode as Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations, here are a few people who left deep marks on my character. MY GRANDMOTHER VIVIANSense
Revealing His face
Listening for the softest voices.Close enough to hear silent prayers.He is everywhere around usand yet no one has ever seen Himbut the one a
Flowing spirit
I woke this morning to the sound of pouring water. Just before opening my eyes, I heard a cup being poured out—maybe over something … or
In the place of His servants
My house becomes a spiritual retreat of sorts on Saturday mornings. The world is reduced to the space between my walls and the knowledge rev