Little Platoons: True community is something that develops as the result of interwoven relationships, multiple tightly-knit relationships, and that requires an ethos of hospitality. The modern temptation ...
Admitted to That Bar
“Gonzo law had its appealing side. If you were going to argue cases before the Red Queen from Alice, you might as well enjoy yourself there.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 213
The Letters Keep Coming
Letter to the Editor: One line in your 7 Reasons article. "It is not possible to support Biden and be right with God." What would you say to those who would respond, "I think abortion is ...
Yes, We Do Need Another Flash Psalm Sing
Although Christ Church took the initiative in scheduling our “flash psalm sings,” we want to make a point of thanking all those folks from other churches from across the spectrum who have joined us. We were very grateful for your presence, and we would be pleased to welcome you again to our next one. That …
As They Were Relatively Uncommon
“Judge Murray looked over at Jon, genuinely interested He was ill-accustomed to relevant questions, given the kind of job he had.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 212.
7 Reasons Why It Is Possible for Christians to Vote for Trump in 2020 Without Getting a Defiled Conscience and/or Losing Their Soul
Introduction: Okay, so here’s the plan. We need to send Biden/Harris packing, and still feel good about ourselves afterwards. Can I get an amen? For some this might be a really tall order, ...
The Alternative Was Three Halos
Like Time and Tide
“The judge had places to be, for at the Clifton Garden County Club, the scheduled tee times wait for no man.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 210
A Study in Contrasts
“Judge Murray sat behind a dark cherry-colored bench, crafted in another era. It was a work of artisanship and beauty, as if calculated to contrast sharply with the decisions that had been handed down from that same bench over the previous twenty years. The judicial decisions were mostly press wood with an oak veneer.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 210
The Worst Kind of Warmth
“The laughter was hollow, the phoniness transparent, the warmth chilly”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 202