“And in every last one of those buildings, there were women in striking outfits walking through those offices and hallways like so many tasty treats—red M&Ms in a skyscraper full of trail mix. So to speak.”
That’s How They Are Designed
Pretty Black
“Tom swallowed, saying nothing. He thought, involuntarily and somewhat guiltily, about one of them, whose heart he personally believed to be about as black as his grandfather’s leather Bible, which was pretty black.”
The Silent Bells
Not to take anything away from the previous announcement of a new book, here is another one, uniquely delivered. If you follow this link, you will get more of the details, but all the salient facts are here. The Ashtown Burials were designed as a four-book series. But a series of unfortunate events, mostly having …
Announcing My New Commentary on Romans
Well, sort of a commentary. The subtitle for this book is descriptive enough: “Sermon Notes on the Book of Romans.” A few years ago, I preached a series of 65 sermons through this magisterial book, and some time after that I put them all together in a big file and went through it all with …
Deep Calls to Deep
“They also want you to believe that their pockets are as deep as the all-round generosity and goobyness of the American taxpayer. Which is, let us be frank, pretty deep on both counts.”
Romans 13 and the COVID-19 Virus
Introduction: As the numerous state lock downs continue, and various Christian organizations have to make decisions about what to do about it, churches particularly, this brings into high relief all ...
Audio Reading of Post
For the Children, Aye
“Not only do these people know how to bust your kneecaps, they know how to do it in a way that makes all the major media acclaim them for their altruistic zeal to save the children. They always want to do it for the children.”
Coronafied Letters
Letter to the Editor: I’m a pastor from northeast Pennsylvania, in a small church. I follow you and N. D. I would love if you would speak to churches if they should take advantage of the ...
Dry Loose Gravel
“He was about sixty, but his time in the Alaskan oil fields had made him seem about ten years older than that. ‘Thank you so much,’ he said, as he went through. His voice sounded like loose gravel being stirred with a stick.”