We have created a paradigm of happiness v. joy in evangelicalism with no real biblical precedent. To the point of not being able to think about these “things’ anyway else.

I wonder what music was playing in the heavens when God brought Eve to Adam.

I long for the start of baseball season the way my kids long for Christmas.

It can crush your soul if you are expected in your job to do to others what you would not want done to you.

I’m afraid Downton Abbey is veering towards a ramp with a shark on the other side.

I’d rather be listening to Townes van Zandt.

Seven years ago, Bethany and I were in the middle of week of living in a hospital room with a newborn Knox who would stop breathing while sleeping. Last night he did 100 jumping jacks in front of me.

I’m tired of grasping at book sales.

Back on the 16th of May, 1990 I saw Townes Van Zandt open for the Cowboy Junkies on the Caution Horses tour. The *show* was at Sloss Furnace and I wish I’d paid a little more attention.

I’m stepping away from the edges of social media for awhile. I’ll still do some blogging.

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