27 February 2011
23 February 2011
13 February 2011
I hung a BC comic strip on the door of my study at my last call, in Minnesota. When we moved, I accidentally ripped it in half, and without thinking I just threw it away. Now I can’t find it online, but I remember that it said, “ser-mon: An inspired message directed mainly at those who are not in attendance.” It’s been informing how I preach ever since I first read it, laughed out loud, and then winced.
03 February 2011
Eleven years ago I fell in love one long, hot summer.
FW was away at her second round of Army Reserve training, and I was working for the summer on the grounds crew at Luther Seminary. No classes, just hours upon hours riding a lawnmower, moving sprinklers and the like. Work was done every afternoon at 4:30, which left a lot of daylight hours to fill. On a whim, due to the advice of a friend, I picked up The Eye of the World, the first book of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. Within a few pages, I knew I'd found something really, really wonderful. I spent many of that summer's late afternoons on an old wooden church folding chair outside our apartment, smoking cigarettes and devouring the first few books in the series.