Here’s a startling revelation: I’m not a stray cat.
Sure that sounds like the sort of thing I shouldn’t need to remind anyone, but it’s actually an important thought if you spend some time pondering what it means. It’s actually part of a stark contrast between Christianity and a lot of the other religions in the world. (And Continue reading
Sometimes my spiritual struggles involve mayonnaise. Thankfully not often; I don’t like mayonnaise. To understand what I mean, you have to put up with a little bit of complaining; my life is pretty good, so complaining probably seems petty, but I’m frequently petty.
This particular incident happened a few hours ago while I was making my wife’s lunch for Continue reading
I’m not the biggest fan of Martin Luther. (I’ll spare you my rant for now.) As an unsurprising extension, I’m also not particularly a fan of the movie Luther which was made about his life. However, one scene in it affects me powerfully.
A teenage boy commits suicide. A dispute arises about where and how he should be buried. Luther’s heart focuses on the boy, on his sufferings and the terrible despair which had made death seem like the only possible recourse. Caught up in a spirit of mercy, he Continue reading
Whenever I throw garbage at a garbage can, regardless of whether I hit or miss, I thank God. As with nearly nothing else in my life, my reason starts with basketball.
Certain common assumptions follow men my size. You might expect people to say, “Oh, you probably have trouble finding clothes that fit,” or “I suspect that standardized office furniture is the bane of your existence,” or even, “Welcome to earth, strange tall alien Continue reading