I love words. This singular fact travels most of the distance in explaining my general and undisciplined prolixity. It also explains why I just used the word "prolixity" in a sentence, a word which would serve you well should you ever find in your heart a desire to insult me with some accuracy...Read More
Today is as good a day to be disliked as any, I suppose. Herein, I plan to opine on LGBTQ issues, transgenderism, and, if I'm feeling especially cranky, maybe women pastors. I can hear the internet creaking in protest already. I hit "publish" on this one with a trepidation born of not being a masochist—but also with the pronounced suspicion that many will energetically prove my forthcoming point with regards to the location and criticality of the battle lines drawn by the secularist generals...Read More
In a previous post, I presupposed that we humans are somewhat obsessed with physical beauty. We wrap up the firm and the youthful in the stretchiest and clingiest fibers the modern textile industry can manufacture, photograph the result, photoshop it for good measure, then publish it with all our might and to every available channel. In that post, I was referring to both men and women, and I believe it is true for both. However, I believe there are several amplifying factors...Read More
My wife, Lexy, and I recently attended a local marriage conference. We were able to do this without our kids (thanks, Mom!), which makes this the equivalent of a two-week, all-inclusive cruise for you single people. The conference was led by Bill Farley, who happens to be the father of one of the men I serve with on the Elder team at Refuge.
It was a very simple conference. It wasn't focused on the psychology of marital communication, conflict resolution, or childrearing. Nor did it consist of an arbitrary number of tips to spice up your sex...Read More
You're probably familiar with the concept of searing your conscience, that is, holding it under the flame of unrepentant sin until it's medium rare. It is a scary reality. Probably the worst judgment you can receive from God on this side of the wedding supper of the Lamb is being given over. No more grace. No more pleading. Just, "Thy will be done" to a conscience that is seared to well...Read More