2017-10-09T10:31:25-04:00

Good Morning. For your improvement and enjoyment this morning we’ve done up a podcast about the Anglican Communion–I know, I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to care either–along with a nice laugh at the end about that horrific Dove commericial which I am still waiting to find out has been a hoax. Hope it makes your day all shiny and sparkly. Here is the communique from the Anglican thing. I mean, I wouldn’t read it if I were you, but... Read more

2017-10-08T06:45:15-04:00

It helps, when I go in, to remind myself that this is Who I Am. I am not upper crust. I am not fancy. I am not drowning in cash. I cannot afford to feed my children free range organic grass fed unicorn hearts. If there is some item that I require to make the household go along in an orderly way, I ought not get above myself. I ought to go to Walmart, and so I do. Read more

2017-10-07T10:12:04-04:00

I mean, it's hard, I'm gathering, to find a good man out there. The proverb writer asks, sardonically, if anyone can find a good woman, a wife who won't nag and irritate, who won't be like rain falling on a tin roof. He then chuckles and moves on, amused by his own humor, to describe the kind of women he wishes would be available for marriage. Read more

2017-10-06T08:35:51-04:00

Good Morning Looks like I need to hit the ground running so it’s going to be race to see if I can get all the way to seven. One Look, I really do have a bunch of white hairs growing right at the top of my head. I know they’re there because I can see them. When I ask people who profess to know and love me for confirmation of the existence of these white hairs, they evade my gaze... Read more

2017-10-05T08:18:44-04:00

In spite of a cold that is only getting worse and making it harder and harder to think, I did finally come to the astounding knowledge that Mark Driscoll is joining us over on the evangelical channel, which must be an impressive distinction, and means that either Patheos or Driscoll have finally reached the big time. I wonder which it is? Oh, and Tullian is blogging too. Because of course. I mean, you might remember that in the last many... Read more

2017-10-04T08:57:14-04:00

As Matt isn’t here, wretched thought, I’ve had to get up out of bed and stagger downstairs to make my own first onslaught of caffeine for the day. And this is the difference between us. Because before I could make the tea I had to clear off the counter. But before I could clear off the counter I had to sweep the floor. But before I could sweep the floor I had to remove an array of childhood weaponry–a plastic... Read more

2017-10-03T08:43:36-04:00

This came to my attention early this morning, as I was trying to beat my way to a breath. My children have given me their foul cold and I can’t imagine how I am going to ever be well ever again. Go on, click the link while I look for a box of Kleenex. We’re in rather a dark moment, what with the hundreds of people gunned down in Los Vegas, and so much devastation wrought by the weather. A... Read more

2017-10-02T08:27:46-04:00

Good Morning to you all. We’ve done up a podcast about the death of Hugh Hefner and why it’s better to get married than to live the life he lived. In case you were confused, you know, and were looking for some concrete reasons. And now, let me see, do I have any links… This is a scintillating interview. This is really interesting. This is a brilliant piece of writing. This is really depressing. This is really true. This is... Read more

2017-10-01T06:52:13-04:00

Something works. Something clicks into place. Some new understanding is gained, and I want to hang onto it, to institutionalize it, to have it be the thing that saves me forever. I want even, perhaps, in my zeal, to worship and adore it. Let me just pause and build a tent for this, I think, so I can go on like this forever. Read more

2017-09-30T10:47:20-04:00

[This cat cares nothing for the season, and doesn’t approve of anyone’s feelings about the weather.] It is finally looking like fall, now that we’re right up to the moment of October. In my mind the leaves should always peak on the tenth, no matter what the rest of the wide world says. But that requires intense bursts of color all through the month of September. And that hasn’t come about. Most of those, tired, depressed, gently fluttering remnants of... Read more

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