If your faith isn’t directing you to plant vineyards and guard them with the sword, it might not be faith at all.
If you’ve ever nurtured an apple crop through to harvest, enduring heat waves and hail storms and coddling moth infestations and property taxes, only to see a family in a brand new SUV stealing apples during a (more…)
The Pledge of Allegiance and Standing for the National Anthem are necessary and wholesome public rituals. We celebrate the house that shelters us, even as we strive to repair and restore it.
I live in a very beautiful place, with a fair amount of history attached to it, so when I had (more…)
You have had days like the one I’m having — the kind where you can’t seem to get the image of a rubbery-legged Hillary Clinton collapsing like a theme park pooh bear with heat stroke into the bowels of a black van– scraping off a shoe as she goes. The Democratic nominee for (more…)
This November, for some Christians, personal holiness will dictate a protest vote against Donald Trump. Is this really conscience, or something darker?
Russell Moore, Super Holy Man
Over my years as a believer, I’ve seen personal holiness measured in strange ways. One Sunday morning, (more…)
Call me weird, but I see God in a well-stocked American grocery store.
Food, Glorious Food
I’m on vacation now, and I can’t help annoying my wife with random shopping cart additions: Ranch Wavys, Dove Milk Chocolate bars, ice cold single-serving packs of Caesar salad, exotic hard cheeses, four different (more…)
Christians who lament the “the false god of politics” may be worshiping a different kind of prostitution..
Idolatry, in our time, wears a much more pleasant Sunday dress than she did 3,000 years ago. She wouldn’t dare put on those old, blood stained robes of Molech. If Hillary Clinton asked her (more…)
A vote for Trump is “putting your faith in man.” (Yes, they really say that.)
Not sure if I’m all blogged out on the Pharisee spirit of the NeverTrump movement, (probably not) but I think (more…)
I was talking with an evangelical friend the other day. His elderly parents are literally on the street, walking around Southern California pushing a shopping cart. This seemed odd, because my friend is pulling down some hefty numbers — well into the mid six figures mark. I asked him if he (more…)
Clinical Comfort for Erick Erickson and others suffering from Trump Averse Syndrome
Trump-Averse syndrome has many incarnations, but for a few pundits, the behavior calls to mind the hilarious apoplexy of Herbert Lom’s Chief Inspector Dreyfus in the Pink Panther. Upon hearing a positive Donald headline, the Trump-averse coffee-spewer will (more…)
“Hey, can I get some help with the groceries?”
“Love to, but I’m a citizen of heaven. I’m not really even here.”
Let’s just take a look, folks, at a few of our problems, here on this earthly plane — as we’re working out our Citizen of Heaven obligations.
Last night, and the night before, the (more…)