Just last week I had an enjoyable interview with a reporter from World Magazine regarding evangelicalism, the LDS church, and theological confusion. While pleasant, for a longtime Evangelical for Mitt, the conversation felt just a bit repetitive. [Read more...]
Sometimes, when I’m away from my local congregation here in Tennessee, I listen to sermon podcasts from my former congregation, Times Square Church in New York City.
Today I found myself driving down Interstate 71 instead of sitting in the pews of my church, so I pulled up a May 27 sermon by Pastor Carter Conlon. In his sermon, called “We Still Have Time to Make a Difference,” Pastor Conlon said the definition of family is being challenged by the “highest levels of government.” He warned of the cultural dissolution that will invariably come with this ever-changing definition of family and told his congregants that “there’s still time to make a difference” in the culture. He said that Christians have acted like we’re on some sort of cruise ship while others have infiltrated every segment of society trying to push evil down our throats. He encouraged his congregants to vote Biblically, to run for office, and to be involved in all areas of the community. [Read more...]
This should probably be more embarrassing than it is for me to admit, but I never really learned how to balance a checkbook.
I met my husband when I was twenty, and got married soon after. For the first seven years of marriage, David and I didn’t keep track of our checks or ATM withdrawals. Whatever financial penalty we suffered due to unnoticed bank errors, we just counted as the cost of freedom. After one too many bounced checks, however, David bought a computer checkbook to bring some organization to our lives. But when the technological novelty wore off, he turned over the sole responsibility to me, which was like giving a toddler a chess board and being surprised when he eats it. My jaunt as financial planner lasted until I got the phones disconnected, while David’s lasted until he realized he couldn’t mail the bills due to a lack of stamps. The pendulum of financial responsibility has swung back and forth so many times, it’s hard to know who’s more inept. (Although David is certain the distinction belongs to me after I bounced our tithecheck at church.)
Our laziness extended to other areas of life as well. When a lightbulb went out, we sat in the dark for months, wearing mismatched socks and putting Preparation H on our toothbrushes until one of us caved in. Additionally, David would drive by Blockbuster with a due video sitting on the passenger seat just to avoid making a left turn. He’d think, “Would I pay three dollars to not have to return this video right at this moment?” Of course, it never was just three dollars. In fact, we’re the reason the company got rid of late fees. They got so rich off David, they decided to let the rest of America slide. Even once, David sold his Honda Accord only to have the new owner call us a week later saying she’d found a never-watched “Reversal of Fortune” in the trunk.