Idle Chatter

If there’s one thing I’ve discovered from observing my children these past few years, it’s that they really hate being stared at. It freaks them out. They bury themselves behind the sofa cushions to avoid the piercing gaze of my Newman-esque* eyes....

Christians are called to be like Christ. Not in a robe-and-sandals way (although it’s hard to beat the cooling circulation of a properly girded robe), but in the do-as-I-say-and-as-I-do way. Like serving others, having a ready defense of the truth and standing...

The highways and byways of heaven. Paved with gold so unblemished it makes Dove soap look like 99 and 44/100ths percent pure chum. Lined with mansions – not of the Mc variety, but built pearl brick upon pearl brick by Otis the Masonic Archangel and his winged...

Those who gauge the ebbing and flowing of philosophical musings posit that existential thinking reached its zenith in 1986. During those Jelly Belly-fueled halcyon days of pinch-rolled jeans and mall hair, a young philosopher in a beret and sweater vest opined:...

Note: Irving Bible Church, for whom the column was originally written, has an odd, contemporary steel sculpture of unknown provenance (it was there when they bought the property) in the middle of its parking lot. Once a year, someone attempts to explain its existence....

There comes a time in every Christian’s life when they decide to start their own church. That time is often 7:18 a.m. Sunday morning after two rounds of snooze bar-induced fever dreams. Usually, these plans fade by 7:20 when the risen snoozer realizes they can’t...