September 12, 2018

I’m not good at keeping track of the days. I usually know what day of the week it is, but I am always haunted by the sense that I am forgetting something important. This is so even though I hand draw a calendar for myself two times a month for the whole month, and once every week for the whole week. I laboriously draw the lines, write in the days, number them, write in all the appointments, turn it over… Read more

September 11, 2018

[Jesus watching me spin out.] For some of you the word of the day is “Social Justice Warrioring.” For others it is probably “Hurricane.” For it is “Atweel,” which is Scot for “surely”—not Shirley, but surely. For me it is “Perseverate.” If modernity has given me anything it should be the freedom to pick my own word of the day, and not be bound by the strange choices of other people, or even the weather. So maybe you don’t… Read more

September 10, 2018

Good Morning! It’s a cold, rainy, gray day so we cheered ourselves up with a fun, contentious podcast about how all the things you’re hearing personally from God are almost certainly not from him unless they are actual verbatim scripture quotations, how Evanglicalism could be saved, how I have heretofore refused to read the statement on social justice, and how John MacArthur is literally ruining our marriage. It should set you up not only for the kind of week you… Read more

September 9, 2018

In a nod to reality, I acknowledged the date and spent a goodly portion of the week puttering around Good Shepherd’s Sunday School rooms, valiantly making ready for Catechesis to start up again…today. This year that meant swapping two rooms because the older group is larger than the younger one, and throwing away a lot of old dead crayons and bits of paper and refilling pasting boxes—exactly the same work as getting a regular school room ready. All week long… Read more

September 7, 2018

Oh Friday, there you are. One Well, we did sort of start school. We straggled into the school room to see if we would all really fit, drew pictures of how we felt about school, and then they all went back to summer while I lagged behind to rearrange the furniture, again. My original thought turned out to be wrong and bad. I tried two more arrangements before I got it right—maybe. We’ve gone into a space half the size… Read more

September 6, 2018

As the days careen by like out of control, unthinking, inebriated college students unclear about what’s supposed to happen in the morning, I have been morosely totting up places I wish I could go, books I wish I could read, dishes I wish I could taste, and vistas over which I wish I could gaze in nostalgic glistering wonder. But then yesterday, as I was trundling in my rusting mini-van through one of those very unprepossessing parts of this town—which… Read more

September 5, 2018

In an effort to avoid the internet today I’m going to complain, briefly, about the selling of pumpkin decorations in stores long before the joyful harvest is actually being hauled home. Instead of starting school yesterday—because, well, why start one day when you can start the next, or the one after that—I took my oldest child and trotted off to a bright shiny home goods store to replace our stash of tea cups. It happens every eight months or so…. Read more

September 4, 2018

File this away under Extremely Depressing. It caught my eye because of the very relevant, to me, and probably to the whole world, sermon text from Sunday. We’re working our way slowly through the gospel of John and have got to the end of chapter three after wending our way through the strange Nicodemus saga. Nicodemus is left there in the dark and suddenly the reader is reminded of John the Baptist and his brand wrecking decision to move his… Read more

September 3, 2018

Happy Labor Day! It’s a bright, sultry day and we’ve smeared away the sweat and done up a nice little podcast about Andy Stanley and Donald Trump. It’s all the things you could possibly hope for. All of them. And now links. This looks like it might be an interesting book. This is extremely wise. This is a pretty nice rant. This is funny. This dog wins the internet. This was interesting. This is interesting about Tolkien. This looks gorgeous… Read more

September 2, 2018

Perhaps many of you who wander around the highways and byways of social media came across this extraordinary claim this past week. It is a snapshot of an enormous billboard featuring three cheerful, happy looking African American women, and in clear block lettering next to them, “Black women can take care of their families by taking care of themselves. Abortion is self-care. #TrustBlackWomen” It’s like Margaret Sanger ghoulishly rose again from the grave and came back to have a job in advertising…. Read more

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