Homer Simpson’s Hometown meeting

Reading at the Benton County Library

    The girl with the gentle smile came up behind me, quietly, like a five-year old who knows not to interrupt when mommy is talking. I’d just finished a talk at City Hall in Springfield, Oregon. Yes. The very home of Homer Simpson. As far as I know none of the Simpsons were in [Read More...]

Red Fence of Fundamentalism

red fence

I wish there had been a specific Point of Demarcation. A bright red fence or something.   One that came with a warning sign that said: Cross over this and there’s no return. Or: Don’t cross and you’ll never move forward. My girlfriend Susie and I had lunch last week. We had a lot of [Read More...]

Brennan Manning's Messy Faith

I can’t tell you how I discovered Brennan Manning. No one introduced me to him. I, in fact, have never met him. But I don’t recall hearing about him during my years at First Baptist in Corvallis. Or on any of those retreats I attended over the years at Warner Pacific or Ridgecrest, Cannon Beach [Read More...]


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