|My theologian/cowboy/chief driving his Ford 12-passenger and singing Rich Mullins.|
After leaving university, he got work (and a slightly larger paycheck) as the head of a theology department and teaching 160 students at a Catholic high school. It was there that a couple of his students introduced him to the idea of firefighting. Helping God's people? Decent wage? Stability? Even some action? Okay. So he immediately began studying for his paramedic and fire certifications. After moving back to our hometown, he accepted a position as the director of operations and theological advisor for an international Catholic apostolate and continued to work there for a while after being hired on to a fire department. Ten years later, he was sworn in as the Chief of the Department (and a very young one at that).
|No, I'm not pregnant again. This photo is several months old.|
In the meantime, I was finally able to convince him to do a little bit of writing for fun. Even though our house is completely torn apart with construction, and his wife and seven children are clamoring for every extra ounce of energy that he has, he finally agreed to write a brief but relevant piece on Halloween.
Please visit him over at Catholic Exchange today. He enjoys a rousing debate so don't be shy about letting him have it. Actually, I expect a pretty energetic tussle!