Plaze Glain Donuts, Please

When I lived in Waco—newly married, fledging a church, attending college—there were not uncommon occasions for purchasing a few donuts from HEB, the grocery store. In that day still a consumer of donuts, I preferred sourdough. However, most of the kids our car...

Living in the Resurrection

Signs engineered to maximize visibility emerge only after their usefulness has disappeared. Beyond them, the dim outlines of buildings and trees dissipate with distance. Fog shrouds the entirety of the morning’s two hour commute. The deep, broad cloud hugging the...

Both the Beasts of the Sea and Our Enemies

I recently spent 2 Sundays at East Paris Baptist Church, in Paris. You know, Texas. One of the themes emerging from the texts of my 4 sermons there is that God’s mercy in this world is coextensive with His sovereignty. It’s an important idea in Scripture, and it can...

Everything but the Kitchen Sink

(Caveat: this memo contains petty complaints.) Much of Saturday was occupied by replacing a broken washing machine and clearing a clogged drain in my kitchen. Admittedly, the washing machine was just an expense: my wife found and bought it, and a very nice young man...

Frailty and Faith

Our frailty Shortly after 9/11, a few of us finally return to the racquetball club for a pre-dawn workout. We pause in the foyer first to watch and listen as a news commentator reads the names and circumstances of some missing and known victims: we all know it is...