I confess. I find the Doug Phillips story morbidly fascinating. The picture of a home school dad caught at the bedroom window of a young woman not his wife, in the middle of the night, claiming he was delivering her paycheck. My classical education fails me. Is this Greek tragedy, or farce? I find..
Category: Dominion - page 9
Christ, The Word, The Church, The Republic
I wrote yesterday about someone in my life who is “real,” but it would be a mistake for anyone to think that’s an easy thing to accomplish. We say that so easily, don’t we? “Be real.” “Get real.” “He’s just not the real thing.” ..as though it were natural. As though it were the norm…
Mary and I celebrate 26 years of marriage today, and there has never been another woman to interrupt that matrimony, with the possible exception of Siri — who we both enjoy abusing. We were on our final approach to IKEA Covina this afternoon, the only Southern California establishment selling candles in bulk for keepers of..
Yesterday, somewhere south of Santa Barbara I slipped on headphones and pulled up The Ventures on my Iphone. Mary was driving, and she was easily doing 75. The great blue plate of the Pacific Ocean stretched out on my right, penned in by the blonde-and-black, two-tone arc of the sand and the highway. I’m 54,..
“But to what shall I liken this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling to their companions, and saying: ‘We played the flute for you,And you did not dance; We mourned to you, And you did not lament.’ Matthew 11:16-17 I have a street-preacher friend who is a tad dispensationalist, a..
I Mix It Up With a Hero… Well, yes, of course I’m addicted to Facebook. Duh.. If you could have immediate access to the 40 or 50 most interesting people you know, and read the edited, best-self, versions of their lives, tease them while they’re at work, work out thorny problems of theology, culture..
Somewhere, on a Sunday morning, people are filing out of a chapel after the service and the pastor spots a teenage boy, waiting by himself for his parents to finish socializing. There’s an exchange that goes something like this: Pastor: “How are you, Jeff?” Jeff: “Fine.” The young man fidgets, looks off in the..
The deck outside our kitchen window is newly finished, and it aches for teak furniture of some sort, and striped cotton pillows, and iced buckets of chardonnay and the barbecue simmer of steak and green peppers in olive oil. Music would be nice–and friends, of course–and one of those well-buttered conversations that sizzles on..
Have you ever attempted a long chat with someone who doesn’t appear to be living on this planet? I have. I could say many things about them, but it’s clear they see no heaven in the here and now. The kingdom is not “at hand,” for them. It’s somewhere else. Somewhere far away. They wish..
Humphrey Bogart once said ” Acting is like sex: you either do it and don’t talk about it, or you talk about it and don’t do it.” Well, there may be a few Tahitians out there — the sort Margaret Meade never actually met — who just kind of fall into sex the way other..