I’m reading a book called How People Change. When I looked at it, a little voice inside said, “Everyone wants to sell books and expand their sphere of influence. Everyone wants you to believe they’ve found some new approach to the age-old, universal obstacles. I thought this in spite of the fact that I’m reading it for a class that happens to be one of the biggest new ventures in my life. How can the same musty, cynical attitude surface even now? Continue reading
I’ve had a piece of metal in my hand for 10 years. I don’t remember how it happened, but I was working with something made of sheet metal and cut my hand open. At the time, I didn’t know I’d caught a sliver, so I just disinfected and bandaged it. It healed nicely. Sometime after it healed, I noticed there was still a distinct pain whenever I brought the palm of my hand against something I was working with. Continue reading
Strangely, the story of Cain and Abel usually comes off sounding like that of a poor sap who makes an unfortunate blunder and then gets carried away by anger in the aftermath. But what really happened? Could there be more of Cain inside each of us than we care to admit? Continue reading
I have been feeling serious misgivings lately about my sometimes aggressive discussion of cultural hot-button issues. This was actually pointed out to me by one of my most faithful readers. Am I grateful? Yes. But rather than ceasing to discuss these things, I want to find the most gentle, godly way to go about it.
I see the need to defend Biblical morality for the right reasons (eternal ones), but I often find that I am getting just as political as my counterparts on the other side of the debate. Continue reading
I don’t expect you to believe what I’m about to tell you. I’m still not sure what to make of it myself. But there is no denying the reality of what happened. My family has been breeding donkeys for generations, and after word got out, many of my uncles and cousins made special trips to my house (from many miles away) just to visit the colt. Continue reading
I sat down to dinner last December with two old friends. John, Richard and I chose Little Italy not only because we love the food but because John and I used to work for the Gialopsoses, who opened the restaurant in 1984. Having dinner there was an amazing experience. Visiting with our old friends — taking in the familiar sights and sounds and smells — helped me to realize how much the family has grown on me since I left many years ago. Continue reading