Imagine, as I did the other day, a toddler raised by an ardent, prophecy-hungry, dispensationalist mother. The little boy runs in from the back yard, anxious to discuss some playground injustice. Tommy: Brendon keeps throwing snails at me! Mommy: Did you ask him to stop? Tommy: I did! Twice! Mommy: Well, listen, Tommy, we have to remember..
Politichicks ran an article of mine this morning on the subject of having fun. My super short, mini-micro, two paragraph thesis is that conservatives need to combine celebration, romance, music, good food and fine wine with the task of “taking back America.” The Bible is a divine record of knowing there is a time for..
But if you’re going to tell, make it really interesting… I endured, and enjoyed, writers workshops at Stanford and University of Iowa in the early 1980s, back when I thought there was no higher honor in the charted universe than to have a story published in the New Yorker. I haven’t really followed literary fiction..
When Words Don’t Mean A Thing.. I have, in my arsenal of dubious and less than marketable skills, the ability to sense when someone is using polite language to communicate contempt. I can tell when certain smiles mean, “drop dead.” I can feel when certain sorts of laughter mean: “get lost — permanently.” ..
A few years ago, my wife and I planned a fine meal, with friends, in a nice restaurant. We made our reservations about a week in advance, and we actually arrived early, so that we could try some wine in the bar. Our reservation was for 8:30 PM, and we checked in at 7:35, just..
Two sweethearts find themselves in the middle of an awful argument. They are on the verge of breaking up. They really begin letting the insults fly. Finally the woman screams: “All you care about is my loving personality!” No? Doesn’t sound insulting? Well, maybe she yells: “You were just using me to hear..
A young member of our fellowship wanted to know how she could better engage with the Word. My wife, in her reading plan, is walking ponderously, with long suffering, through the book of Job. Having conquered Numbers, quite a few times, I’m always a little chagrined to remember there are quite a few more..
Red Blooded Christianity Why Ted Nugent is a Better Missionary than Rick Warren I’ve been writing about sex and wine a lot, and it’s not just because I love the stuff; it’s because God does too, and he’s looking for real men and women who actually want “life,” and to “have it more abundantly.” I..
The year is 1967. I am standing in a long hall of monumental statuary and painting, and I am wearing a cub scout uniform, along with several other boys from my church. We are about the business of culture here, an art museum of some sort. This little afternoon field trip is meant to sprinkle..
The morning broke a little warm and windy; the farm’s golden hour looked happy enough, grapevine green and all, fruit fattening up in the summer morning heat, but I was troubled, and then I recalled the source of the worry: I spent an hour or two in a theater yesterday, trying not to weep. Dinesh..