2007-06-27T10:54:37-08:00

An interview with me about my book I’m OK–You’re Not: The Message We’re Sending Nonbelievers and Why We Should Stop has been posted (here) on the website of the magazine Outreach. Pretty sweet–especially given that Outreach‘s slogan is “Reach More People for Christ.” I mean, how open minded can you get? (Actually, support for this book from the so-called “conservative” side of the Christian spectrum has been truly gratifying.) Wootwoot! And may I just say that Outreach‘s associate and online editor, Andrea Bailey, was... Read more

2007-06-25T05:44:31-08:00

I’ve recently received a few emails from fellow Christians asking about how they should best handle people in their lives whom they love, but who don’t love Christ. A son whose father isn’t saved; a man whose wife wants no part of his newfound faith, a woman whose faith strains her relationship with her beloved friend. Like that. All Christians have in their lives people to whom they are close, but who don’t share their faith. I was certainly in... Read more

2007-06-23T08:17:04-08:00

So there I was, walking across The Meadow towards the huge, hopefully abandoned nest that was beckoning me forward like a huge nest beckoning forward a guy who’s so bored from staying out in the woods for 12 hours a day that he thinks watching fern fronds unfold is fun. Ah. The teen years. Mine were such a disaster. Anyway, right. So the plan was to get to the tree, channel my Inner Monkey, climb the tree, peer into the... Read more

2007-06-22T06:20:41-08:00

This is a guy is wearing troubador pants, a giant maroon hankerchief, and a belt that doesn’t fit. (I snagged this image, by the way, here.) I’m not sure what else he is doing. My guess is that he’s trying to impress someone in a tree with a story he’s telling about how he once caught a fish this big. (If you’d like to see how we got started talking about troubador pants in the first place, go to Coyotes, Nature, Troubador Pants.) Read more

2007-06-22T05:56:44-08:00

Here are the latest Bizarre Search Terms people have typed into Google (which then, for some reason, brought them to my blog). German attack squirrels people getting attacked by squirrels dream with squirrels attacking crazy squirrels coyotes in cars what do woodpeckers want Hitler was a communist Dorothy was a rapper lying for Jesus Indiana religious leave who is the funny man what is so mysterious about closets And finally (drum roll, please….) troubador pants Be afraid. Read more

2007-06-21T03:37:22-08:00

If you’re just joining us, parts 1-4 of this thrilling saga about how Woody Woodpecker once attacked me and left me to die in the woods are here: 1, 2, 3 and 4.  Now then: There I was, dying in the woods. No, wait. First I was alive in the woods, hanging out in this meadow, eyeballing a nest in the Main Crook (quick: Name that president!) of a giant non-redwood tree. So I decided to go check that nest out. Though... Read more

2007-06-20T08:52:19-08:00

Monday I posted a request (here) asking people to tell my wife Cat and me whether or not we should buy Our First House Ever where they live, and why. Here’s a summary of the responses we’ve thus far received: “Taryn” recommends to us Springfield, MO–to which I am automatically partial, since MO is the home of Mark Twain and Robert Heinlein–plus, of course, the Simpsons are from … one Springfield or another. Taryn tells us the weather in Springfield... Read more

2007-06-19T08:40:42-08:00

First, lemme say that today for sure I’m going to finish up (well, what are the chances: but at the very least I’ll start finishing up) Woody Woodpecker Turns Manic Attack Bird. (That link was to Part 1; here are parts 2, 3 and 4.) But first, I had to jam in here a note from Go Figure land. This blog is where I repost my riveting Crosswalk stuff, so that people can leave comments about it. As you bloggerites out there know,... Read more

2007-06-18T12:15:54-08:00

Lately my wife Cat and I have been thinking about buying a home, because it looks like by the end of this year we’re going to have a little Actual Money, and enough with the renting already. The problem is that we can’t afford to buy a home in San Diego, where lawn mower shacks go for $350,000 — more if they have a window. Check this out, for instance: Yesterday we went to painfully gorgeous downtown San Diego to check out condo prices. Typical of the... Read more

2007-06-15T14:30:49-08:00

The universal, interspecies Bird Alarm System works like this: A big bird–hawk, crow, eagle, vulture, terradactyl (I assume, once, when dinosaurs flew!!)–takes an interest in something that a smaller bird who owns that something surely wishes he wouldn’t. But a lot of times the not-yet-victimized smaller bird is away somewhere. He’s off … being a bird. He’s not home. Not good! And that’s when the Bird Alarm System kicks in to alert that bird, wherever he is, to the fact that a larger,... Read more


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