Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

I have three kids. My wife also has three kids. They are – as far as we can tell – the same kids, despite their predilections for pulling rather convincing Jekyll-and-Hyde acts depending on which one of us is presently crushing their tiny, obstinate wills into...
Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

Reign of the Easter Goat

Easter, as a holiday, is a bit confusing. The effect to Christmas’s cause, Easter sits as the defining moment of Christianity, representing the singular event without which our faith is futile, our morality meaningless and our affinity for alliteration even more...
Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

A Pox of Kardashians

This winter, few things have been hotter, Biblically speaking, than the Exodus. Hotter than the Second Coming. Hotter than driving your life purposefully. Hotter than C.S. Lewis at the New Converts class. Hotter than naming your hipster-friendly side service “The...
Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

The Smoover Side of Fellowship

Dating is hard. And by dating I mean the physical act of pitching and catching woo (don’t worry, it’s non-toxic) and not messaging kissy-faced emoji to thy weekly soul mate until you accidentally text your mom that she’s your “rib match.” It requires thought,...
Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

In With the Old

Welcome to 2015. Or, as the not-as-averse-to-sarcasm-as-you-would-think Holy Spirit calls it, the 23rd Anniversary of Your Resolution to Learn More About the Old Testament Beyond Psalm 23. (The Holy Spirit is often quite verbose, as well.) And while the best way to...
Hitchhiking Along the Romans Road

A Hundred Jokes-a-Bombing

In the words of the actually quite-hard-to-understand Charlie Brown chorale, Christmastime is here…carols everywhere. And of all the carols to be found decking the halls with Muzak, my least favorite is “The Little Drummer Boy.” Because, seriously, who invited the kid...