My Father’s Memorial Service
I would like to thank the many hundreds who attended my father’s memorial service. We were most grateful. If you were not able to attend, there is a recording here. There was a song service beforehand (with songs selected by my father), and so the memorial service itself doesn’t start until the 1:11 mark.
I said this on Twitter earlier, but while I do want him to become a Christian first, I am about ready to recommend him for ordination.
Profiles in Courage
Helpful Interaction on Whether My Tone is Sweet Enough
I Hate It When This Happens
A Song I Really Like for Some Reason
Now Here’s a Good One
And Another . . .
With more here.
Jokes I Like to Tell
It was the height of the Cold War, and there was this battle group of American destroyers conducting war games exercises in the North Atlantic. As it happened, the admiral conducting the entire exercise was located on one particular destroyer, and consequently the captain, the exec, and the navigator were all as jumpy as a cat on hot bricks.
The admiral did not content himself with directing the war games either. He would periodically show up in various stations on the ship, and just start asking questions. He did this in the engine room, and in gunnery plot, and in the galley. Reports of his random inspections would filter back to the captain, and since he was temperamentally nervous anyhow, this kind of thing meant that he was just beside himself.
One day the very worst thing happened. Everyone was at battle stations, and so the captain was on the bridge, and the admiral was there also, and then, out of the blue, the admiral walked over to the starboard lookout, standing just off the bridge with his binoculars, and started to ask him questions. The captain looked at the navigator with panic in his eyes. The lookout was an untested eighteen-year-old who had just been qualified to stand that watch a couple weeks before. The captain didn’t know what to do, and so he froze.
“Son, what would you do if a Russian destroyer appeared on the horizon there?”
“Why, sir,” the young sailor said. “I’d nuke ‘em.”
“I see,” said the admiral. “What if it was a convoy of Russian ships?”
“Sir,” the young man said again. “I’d nuke them too, sir.”
“This is very interesting,” the admiral said, cocking an eyebrow at the terrified captain. “What would you do if it was an entire Russian battle group.”
“My answer is always the same, sir. I’d nuke ‘em all.”
The admiral’s eyes narrowed. “And just exactly where,” the admiral said, “are you getting all these nukes?”
The sailor beamed at him. “Same place you’re getting the Russians, sir!”
Apologetics in the Void
This small book consists consists of my interactions with a range of unbelievers on a local Moscow list serve. It can be sort of like listening to one half of a phone conversation, but for the most part you should be able to figure out what kinds of things I am responding to.