Yesterday, I argued there can be beauty, and even virtue, in tawdry places, but I think I was really wrestling with a more fundamental problem: how to live, when to speak, when to shut up, which jokes to tell, what life-script to pick.
God certainly seems something like a playwright. He gave Pharaoh a role to play, and even (more…)
Confessions of a Worldly Kid, Grown Up
Mary and I took a two-day break in Las Vegas last week.
As a child, my father’s epic family vacations across the West — water-ski trips, trout fishing in the Logan River, choppy boat rides under the looming Grand Tetons — those were all second fiddle choices for me. I would have taken poolside in Las Vegas, (more…)
You won’t hear scripture quoted very much, over Sashimi in Santa Monica or among biscuit nibblers at the Yale Club in Manhattan; the words of the Bible make the well heeled and the hip look away, awkwardly, as though you were trying to sign them up for a multi-level marketing program. They see scripture as the figurative province of a gaunt, bloodless, (more…)