So Drink Your Last Cup Of Sorrow Already

There’s something fundamentally disinteresting about people who strike a contrarian pose for the sake of getting attention only to complain about the attention they receive when (shock!) it’s negative. Apparently they are so enamored with their own prose it is assumed everyone else will fall in line. Darn those Neanderthals who just don’t get it.

Making a . . . → Read More: So Drink Your Last Cup Of Sorrow Already

Captain Lou

I called him Captain Lou even though as he would oft remind me he never rose that far in the ranks. But he was a US Navy man through and through, fiercely proud of the time he spent in the service during the Vietnam Way. So Captain Lou it was.

Lou was an intellectual, the kind whose . . . → Read More: Captain Lou

Only 526,775 Places Behind (And Proud Of It, Sort Of)

As I write this, God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) is the five hundred and twenty-sixth thousandth, seven hundred and seventy-sixth best selling book on Amazon. Culture Of Corruption by Michelle Malkin is first, joining the most recent tomes by Glenn Beck and Mark Levin in the top ten. Which if nothing else proves we . . . → Read More: Only 526,775 Places Behind (And Proud Of It, Sort Of)

Cheap Talk

Talk is cheap. Except on the Internet, where it’s pretty much wholesale with free samplers available upon request. Or when not requested. One of the many services offered by and for humanity.

The cheapest of cheap talk comes from the political world, where as the saying goes when all is said and done a whole lot more . . . → Read More: Cheap Talk

Some Of What It Means To Be A Believer

To be a believer often puts oneself in strange situations. As an example, consider the scenario Jesus faced as recorded in the eighth chapter of John when He stared down a crowd in defense of a woman who had committed adultery. Or earlier in John when He turned water into wine in order to keep a . . . → Read More: Some Of What It Means To Be A Believer

When Words Fail

Sometimes the words don’t come easily.

Sometimes not at all.

There is a measure of sorrow in my heart as I look at the world in which I live. So many things I don’t understand; so many things I wish to change but can’t.

I find myself staring at the computer screen, trying to make sense of it all . . . → Read More: When Words Fail

Saturday Night At The Music Video Movies

Long live the Who!

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In the controversial department, “What Matters More” by Derek Webb from his new album Stockholm Syndrome:

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From back when they had long and/or funky hair, Kings’s X:

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And finally, just because I’ve always loved this song: “Behind The Wall Of Sleep” . . . → Read More: Saturday Night At The Music Video Movies

Disease Of Conceit

Buried deep in Bob Dylan’s catalog is Oh Mercy, the record he released in 1989. On it is a song that garnered little attention. Yet it slices deep. The song is “Disease Of Conceit.”

One of the more ironic elements of the Christian life is how many believers get sucked into a mindset of taking great pride . . . → Read More: Disease Of Conceit

I’m Now Fifty, So Naturally I’m Going To Talk About A Sixteen Year Old… And Get Your Mind Out Of The Gutter, It’s Not That

It’s my birthday. Rather than some weighty ruminations on reaching the half-century mark, how’s about I reprint my most recent column for the Examiner?

Demi Lovato’s antidote for teenage pressure

Pity the Christian parent of a teenage daughter or daughters in the East Bay, or for that matter anywhere on this planet. In a world of pop culture . . . → Read More: I’m Now Fifty, So Naturally I’m Going To Talk About A Sixteen Year Old… And Get Your Mind Out Of The Gutter, It’s Not That

A Relatively Realistic Birthday Wish List

Tomorrow is my birthday. Naturally, this means I want presents.

Rather than wishing for the at best impractical dovetailing into implausible (“I want a million dollars and a pony”), or that which will lead into either maudlin moroseness or me getting slapped by various members of the fairer sex – hey, I’m a guy, okay? – thought . . . → Read More: A Relatively Realistic Birthday Wish List