When I was a child, one of my mother’s church lady friends kept describing me as a good little boy in a way that made me feel distinctively uncomfortable–because I didn’t feel even remotely “good.” Even then, I thought she was mistaking shyness for virtue. I was peevish, selfish, and prone to thinking too long..
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 could help his parents..
My wife and I took an anniversary break out on the Palos Verdes peninsula last week. Is it just me or do the sleek young people who greet you at a fine hotel make you feel something like the newest citizen in Emerald City? I’ve never really felt worthy of these places. I love them,..
This will not stand.. I’m not just talking about the barbarity of African Muslims killing 147 Christian students in Kenya last week. I’m talking about the escapist, incomplete, pacifist bilge you hear from some believers in its wake. If you are the sort of person who considers what happened here — armed zealots, mentally and..
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,..
Was Jesus Looking For Pansies? I had a spirited discussion with a pro-life activist yesterday over an incident that took place outside of a clinic recently. A very angry post-abortive father responded to the sidewalk counselors by breaking one of their cameras, hitting one of them in the face, and chasing the remaining counselor..