Theology That Bites Back
The Same Old Things: Introduction: So I have been assigned a topic that delights me. I am the son of a colporteur, an antique word that refers to the peddler of religious books. Not only was my father an avid distributor of literature, he was one who thought about the whole enterprise carefully, and who …
Our last five years in Annapolis were in the house at the top of Genesse Street. The house had a spacious side yard, and so of course lots of time was burned through there. But the chief glory of that house’s location was the fact that it was catty corner from “the woods.” The woods …
Sea of Galilee from our hotel room . . . We landed in Tel Aviv in the morning, prepared to see what countless pilgrims before us have seen. There are many things to see, of course. Tel Aviv is right next to old Joppa, where Peter saw the vision of the unclean animals in the …
So just a quick note to say that Nancy and I had the opportunity to go see The Jesus Revolution last night. Man, what a time capsule that was. The movie was well done, and we appreciated many things about it. They really captured the excitement and the good weirdness of that excitement, and they …
Introduction: If you scroll down to the bottom of this thing, you will readily ascertain that this post is partly “Autobiographical Fragments,” and partly “Shameless Appeals.” So allow me to dispatch the autobiographical fragments part first. When I was in the Navy, before they let me anywhere near the water, I went through boot camp, …
The memorial service for my father, Jim Wilson, is going to be this coming Wednesday. There will be a song service at 10 am (Pacific), and the memorial service will begin at 11 am. The service will be live streamed (the link for which is here) for those who cannot join us. There will also …
My father was born October 6, 1927, and he entered into glory last night, May 25, 2022. As we remember his life and legacy in the days to come, I will obviously have more to say, but I wanted to register one central thing at the outset. I wanted to thank God for giving me …
Introduction: I first subscribed to National Review when I was still in high school. This was probably around 1969, which means that I have been a dutiful subscriber for around 53 years now. I bring this up because I am about to let my subscription lapse, a reality which should come to pass any day …
I want to take just a moment to recount the Lord’s goodness to me. Just as unexpressed honor is dishonor, so also unexpressed gratitude is ingratitude. One of the things that the psalmist knew how to do was itemize (e.g Ps. 136). The only reference I will make to the tumultuous times in which we …
Introduction: Allow me to write, if I may, a little bit about some of the doings in our little town. This is my artistic interpretation of this irony-ridden event. It may not be evident from this work, just a sketch really, but I once took some courses from the Juilliard School of Cartooning Arts and …
