Author: Jim Mitchem

This summer I was part of a mission trip that traveled to Honduras for a week. The idea was for us to serve God while spreading love to people who didn’t look like us, live like us, talk like us, eat like us, or act like us. Because of these differences, I was nervous in the days leading up to the trip. Plus, the idea of traveling to a different country without my family and with no connection to the…

I became a Literature major when the college I transferred to didn’t offer Writing. The thing I liked best about studying lit was deconstructionism. Discovering the reasons why writers wrote what they did, what events influenced their content, and how they integrated strong symbolism into their works.  I then took the idea of deconstructionism to other art forms. From painting, to film, to music.  When I was a young man I listened to too much heavy metal. My hearing loss…

On the walk from the garage to the house I spied a cluster web in the corner of the awning. Some fat spider had a few sacks of meat in full view. I couldn’t allow it. Usually I’m ok with  the arachnids, as they do way more good than harm. But this? This was an arrogant display. “Sorry, pal,” I said as I knocked the web from the awning with a broom, then banged the shit out of the broom…

Imagine being so desperate that you’d walk hundreds of miles across deserts and through jungles to leave your homeland for a better place for your family. Imagine knowing that when you got to where you’re going there was a pretty good chance you would be turned away, but you still did it because of how little hope is left in your homeland. Imagine that. Really. Take some time today to concentrate for a few minutes on how that must feel…

I’m a copywriter. It’s a job where you think of ways to get people to do things. Specifically, in messages as they exist in advertising. Billboards. Print ads. Facebook ads. Google ads. Television. You get the picture.  Over the years when I tell people what I do, one of two things happen: 1) The person asking needs a full explanation of how my job fits into the real world, or 2) They understand what I do and want to know…

You are a human being and, as such, you are susceptible to stress. And the more stress you accumulate, the heavier it becomes. At some point, if you accumulate too much, the weight of carrying it can break you. Twenty-seven years ago I planned to take my life. I had given in to voices that convinced me I was worthless. Thankfully, I was saved from this end by a fucking miracle. And for twenty-seven years my life has gotten markedly…