It's not God who does evil. It's man. Read more
It's not God who does evil. It's man. Read more
The Midwest Book Review just published a review of my humble tome, I’m OK–You’re Not: The Message We’re Sending Nonbelievers and Why We Should Stop. “Penned with gentle charm, Christian humor, love, and understanding,” they wrote, “I’m OK – You’re Not deserves to be required reading for any Christian considering embarking upon an evangelical mission or career.” Isn’t that great? And wasn’t it great when Famous Christian Communicator Guy Stephen Arterburn, author of the mega-bestseller Every Man’s Battle and founder of... Read more
So sorry for the re-linky inconvenience, but the post you’re looking for is 10 Tips for Becoming an Amazaballs Husband. Read more
You know how my blogs are always really funny, or really profound, or really both? Isnt’ that great? Don’t you just love that? Yeah–that won’t be happening today. In fact, this right here is the only blog I’ll be posting today. Why, you ask? (You did, too. You know you did. Don’t deny it. I felt it.) Because today I have got to spend some time working on an outline due for a book that’s due later this year. Explain... Read more
I now have a fairly substantial number of regular readers on Crosswalk.com, a fact for which I’m eminently grateful. It also makes me feel as if I should say something about the fact that today is the Fourth of July. If I can ask people to read about my wife and I getting attacked by killer squirrels, I can sure as heck say something about one of our nation’s primary holidays. The problem is that there are right now only... Read more
This is what I’m talkin’ about. I am exhausted with the devil today. I am sooooo tired of his relentless effort to destroy what’s sublime, degrade what’s worthy, weaken what’s strong, mar what’s beautiful. I’m angry at his willful stubbornness, his grossly misplaced pride, his shameless machinations, his fostering of irrationality, his waste of the precious, his victimization of the susceptible. I’m sick to death of his constant, venal corruption. And he hides, of course; always, he hides. He... Read more
Walter The Clown Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Walter Hobnob. Walter was eight years old. His mom and dad were named, appropriately enough, Mom and Dad. They’d had their regular names—Spiff and Windy—changed just as soon as they’d had their little bouncing baby boy. Those Hobnobs. They sure took life seriously. Their son didn’t, though. Why, that boy was just a regular clown. “Hey!” says Walter, “Anybody seen my big red floppy rubber shoes?” “Now,... Read more
Because I co-authored a book about punctuation, Comma Sense: A FUN-damental Guide to Punctuation, I sometimes get e-mails from people pondering perplexing punctuational problems. A few days ago, I received one such note from a young man in high school, who wrote to ask why in the world anyone should have to learn punctuation at all. “It seems like such a waste to worry too much about punctuation,” he wrote. “Who really cares where commas or periods go? As long as the meaning of the words... Read more
All right: Enough with the Big Advice already. I think we all know there’s only one thing in this world that truly concerns any of us: Manic Woodpeckers. There I was, near to my goal of ogling nest innards. And then came the bird call heard ’round my nervous system. Upon hearing that lone, initiating call of the BAS, I dared hope it was an errant vocalization. Maybe it was a bird new to the neighborhood, one not familair with the... Read more
All right: Enough with the Big Advice already. I think we all know there’s only one thing in this world that truly concerns any of us: Manic Woodpeckers. There I was, near to my goal of ogling nest innards. And then came the bird call heard ’round my nervous system. Upon hearing that lone, initiating call of the BAS, I dared hope it was an errant vocalization. Maybe it was a bird new to the neighborhood, one not familair with the... Read more
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