My recent motto: It is possible to do something humiliating EVERY SINGLE DAY So far today, I’ve managed to keep the red blush from crawling up my neck. It’s only 3:17 p.m. The day is young. Yesterday, it only took me an hour to experience the day’s humiliation. The first human being I spoke to…

I’ve known a few people who have enjoyed relatively problem-free lives. By “few” I mean I can count these people on one-and-a-half hands. Max. One woman I used to know who proudly and regularly proclaimed she lived by God’s principles (exegeted by Dr. Dobson in the childrearing department, Elizabeth Elliott in the wifely submission department,…

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…