Introduction: I am familiar with the broad outlines of what is occurring in the Southern Baptist Convention, but that is it—the broad outlines. I don't know a whole lot beyond that. I ...
As Many Affable Men Do
“He was an affable man, and he might even have become a good man eventually if only he had been allowed to do that without having to overcome many obstacles or any stiff resistance. He liked the idea of being good”
Ecochondriacs, p. 104
Epistles, Missives, Comments, Letters & Such
Letter to the Editor: This article is a brilliant, luminous gem. Thanks to Rev. Dr. Joe Boot, Steve Deace, and the Crosspolitic guys' truthful reporting last year, I became a rube at the ...
Not a Normal Combination
“He had white hair that was thick and full, and which reached almost to his shoulders. He looked like a cross between an aging hippie running a tie dye shop and a Confederate general.”
Ecochondriacs, p. 103
Logos Online/Commencement Address/2021
God believes in training, and He especially believes in difficult training. The reason He believes in difficult training is that you are going out to serve Him in a difficult world. Christian ...
Playing a Doctor on TV is Better Than Playing a Preacher in the Pulpit
Introduction: To his credit, Fauci had a great bedside manner. He was gruff in a friendly way, and he spoke with authoritative mien. If someone really wanted to believe that the Men of Science had the situation well in hand, then Fauci knew how to emit just the right kind of reassuring noises. Unfortunately, the …
Bonds and Bond Levies
The school “still looked entirely serviceable, but Cody guessed that an ambitious superintendent had gotten a bond levy passed, and was now tormenting his prisoners at a swankier location”
Ecochondriacs, p. 98
Hey! Good Question!
Spreading It All Around
“‘Um,’ he said, trying to gather up his thoughts, which someone had grabbed and then kicked all over the parking lot. It was probably the devil, and he was doing a lot of kicking”
Ecochondriacs, p. 92
A Triple Whoa
“He kissed her back for about a second and a half, and then jumped the same way he had once jumped when a waiter had dropped a hot bowl of French onion soup in his lap. ‘Whoa,’ he said. Whoa, whoa, whoa. ‘’Yikes,’ he added”
Ecochondriacs, p. 92