A rock lyric, a habit of hearing things where maybe I wasn’t supposed to.
I’ve put off writing this one for a day, partly because I wasn’t sure how to tell it without sounding like I was selling something. I’m just a guy who loves Jesus, living in the piney backwoods, trying to live my faith and love others the way He does, and some days the line betweenContinueContinue reading “The Folding Table”
I first encountered U2 as a college freshman in 1983, walking across the LSU quadrangle on my way to class. I came upon a spray-painted logo on the concrete, all illicit excitement: two characters, “U2,” encircled. There was an economy to it. Nothing elaborate. Just a circle, carefully kept round, and those two characters renderedContinueContinue reading “U2 at Fifty”
I came across the phrase “tolle lege” today. Latin for “take up and read.” What caught my attention was the story behind it. Augustine lived about 1,600 years ago, and apparently he knew how to party. He chased sex, pleasure, ambition and whatever else promised to make him happy. He wasn’t exactly living the Sunday-schoolContinueContinue reading “Clippings: When the Party Stops Working”
People ask sometimes if a certain kind of story is off limits for a Christian. Usually something with teeth in it. Addiction, violence, a character who does something ugly and doesn’t get punished for it. I don’t think that’s quite the right place to look. A story can put something dark on the page withoutContinueContinue reading “What the Story Is Actually Doing”
