Yesterday I said something and my wife told me, ‘you should put that in a blog post.” Damned if I can remember what it was now. Probably something that could…
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Sometimes I’m asked—by people who identify themselves as “Christian”—if I “accept Jesus.” This is the quintessential loaded question. If you read the subtitles, this can potentially mean: “Do you BELIEVE…
All right, maybe posting a high school term paper on one’s blog is really vigorously scraping the bottom of the worm bin. But I wanted to share with you this…
Fool’s Move® I worked as a security guard for a while, in a gated community. What I really wanted to do was write songs, and someone recommended the job to…
I was talking with a friend of mine the other day. Reminds me of a song (Tom Petty, Don’t Do Me Like That, Damn the Torpedoes, 1979). Tom Petty has…
I was awakened at four a.m. by a great flash of light. I don’t remember the flash, but it must have opened my eyes, because they were already open when…
“I don’t eat sweets.” At least that’s what I protest when they’re offered. “No, thanks, I’m too sinful.” Partly a precaution against certain psycho-physical symptoms (feeling hung-over, lusty, spaced-out, depressed,…
“A person who is not disturbed by the incessant flow of desires—that enter like rivers into the ocean, which is ever being filled but is always still — can alone…
Forty degrees Fahrenheit isn’t that cold. I grew up where forty below—with a wind chill—was a regularly expected event, with boundless potential for six foot snowdrifts whenever the plows drive…
The last time I heard a garbage disposal making grinding sounds, I turned it off, then fished out a horribly mangled pair of formerly useful measuring spoons. “You’re supposed to…