After sub school, I spent about a year and a half on the USS Tusk, a vintage submarine of the WW2 type. I think it was commissioned the year after the war, but it was that kind of critter. I was just eighteen, full of beans, and had come from a family that placed a …
All to the Good
Today is my mother’s ninetieth birthday. Below is a poem I wrote twenty years ago, for her seventieth. The poem assumes what needs to be stated outright, which is that my mother is one of the most remarkable women I have ever known. What I owe her will never be repaid, and that is all …
He Was Actually Four
In a post a week or so ago — the one on a dragon in your heart — I misstated the age of the boy who asked the elders if they had read Beowulf. He was four at the time, not two. Mea culpa . . .
Is This the Prayer Request Equivalent of a Bogus 911 Call?
Nancy and I are enjoying the great privilege this weekend of visiting with the good folks at Christ the Word in Toledo, Ohio. Christ the Word is where David Bayly ministers — and what a gathering of warm-hearted Christians. I will be preaching for them on the Lord’s Day, and Nancy is speaking for their …
And Then There is the Not So Militant Atheism
My daughter has a chuckle or two with some street level apologetics.
Mosquitos and HIV
In my recent book God Is, in the course of responding to a charge that non-acceptance of the HIV causation of AIDS amounted to malevolence or stupidity or both, I used the illustration of a latex condom stopping an HIV virus being like trying to stop a mosquito with a chain link fence (given the …
1975 Was a Good Year
Nancy posted this picture of our wedding on her blog, along with an account of the proceedings. This was thirty-three years ago today, and I continue to be as grateful as a man is allowed to get. I got married at the tender age of 22, and have been married, therefore, for sixty percent of …
BBQ Pit in Narnia
Here’s a quick snap of our front yard — I remember George Grant was here one time in February, and he made a great deal of fun of our snow-covered barbecue, as though to live in a place where spring has to arrive makes the idea of cooking meat outdoors untenable — but I digress.
Waiting for our Medals
I am guessing that I was about seven years old, living on Cherry Grove in Annapolis. For those familiar with the area, our house was on the right side of the street as you drive away from Germantown Elementary, the scene of my memorable bike wreck, the one which is another story for another time. …
Granddaughter Belphoebe
Photo taken on a class field trip . . .