Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned he stood, Sealed my pardon with his blood: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; Spotless Lamb of God was he; Full atonement!…

Apparently not. Yesterday I wrote in this blog about the parking lot known as Chicago’s Edens Expressway. Tonight I cheerfully got on the Edens. Sat there, parked, buring three buck-a-gallon gas. I need to pay more attention to what I write.

I’m watching the local news, and they’re showing a shot of the Edens Expressway. It is a solid line of cars, because they’re doing some kind of roadwork (6:15 a.m. is the PERFECT time of day to jackhammer some concrete). These shots of cars burning three buck-a-gallon gas while idling on the parking lots known…

So I wrote The Church For Skeptics: A Conversation For Thinking People. (The book is somewhere in the publishing pipeline/birth canal right now.) Thanks to my part-time job at the bookstore, I get to powerskim the new books coming on on the topic of church. There is a growing choir of writers singing a variation…

Some people from my past have appeared in digital form in my present. Whether its a post on a blog or an unexpected e-mail, it’s been very cool to hear from them. One of those people has been my friend Judie. We began swapping e-mails this summer after a pause of several years. We’d been…

After two months of internet semi-fasting in South Florida, I’m enjoying some Internet Water Ski time (hard to surf here in the midwest) as I get back into the swing of my writing life. Here’s a few links I’ve visited this week that’ll give you a few minutes of thought-provoking and/or hilarious reading: Brent Hansen’s…