So far I’ve worked an hour and a half this week making it the best workweek ever.
Conservative evangelicals can be reticent to read those on the outside like Buechner. But there is no one on the inside to compare him to. C.S. Lewis, though accepted by evangelicals, is no evangelical. No one writes like them on the inside. That I know of.
One of my favorite foods is lunch.
Cormac McCarthy’s genius lies not only in his able prose but in his ability to draw out the image of God…the humanity of the most dark characters, keeping them from being caricatures of their sins.
Less than two weeks till pitchers and catchers report. In other news I’m alluvasudden craving overpriced hot dogs and watered down orange drink.
When you’re snowed in, it’s best to already be living with your personal chef.
For every insult hurled our way by a Northerner because of our difficulty with snow, there was a wonderful act of kindness in the midst of the chaos. That’s a lot of kindness.
How did we get to the point where believers are comfortable retweeting ridicule by anonymous parody accounts?
A pipe without tobacco is like a skillet without sizzling pork.
A warm home is an echo of heaven and all it’s graces.