One gets the sense that the men of Nazareth had done this before. That throwing an impudent delinquent from the top of the cliff just outside their town, though perhaps not a weekly occurrence, was something familiar enough to them that they didn’t really have to hatch a plan. It just came to them in … More Cliff Notes
There’s a weight scale in my bathroom with the exotic name of Atlantis with whom I have a nearly daily conversation. It’s one of those modern scales with a tempered glass platform and a digital readout. When I bought it some years ago I at first hesitated to stand on the glass having never stood … More What condition my condition is in.
Yesterday Renata and I went to do a bit of shopping in a local department store. It didn’t take long for us to appreciate that we had unwittingly joined the throngs heeding the tempting Siren call of Black Friday sales. And so we enter once again into that fabled season of ‘holiday shopping’, four frenzied … More Advent Waiting
In the late 1980’s I could be found mostly in or around Morocco. Renata and I were studying North African Arabic, first at a language institute in the ancient city of Fez and then later on our own in the Atlantic coastal town of Larache – which, come to think of it, could make a … More What’s wrong with you, anyway?
I knew a Boanerges once. He was a young man who worked with my mother in the company mailroom in Brasilia, in the 1970’s; a handsome, likeable young man who, if childhood memory serves me well (which it rarely does), caused a bit of a stir among the missionary community on account of some extracurricular … More Boanerges
The insidiousness of the influence of wealth upon those who have it is aptly illustrated by Jacob Loewen in his account of a seminar on worldview which he conducted for some Indian teachers and their missionary colleagues several years ago. He explained to the group that each culture has at its center an “axle” from … More What must I do?
This morning as I was brushing my teeth, I saw the image of Donald Trump staring up at me from the little shag carpet we have in the bathroom. There he was with his goofy hair, squinting eyes and that talented, floppy mouth that always manages to be smirking and saying something at the same … More Why I want to quit the Church (again)