Monthly Archives: August 2005

I am writing this article as a result of much time spent pondering over my brother’s most recent post at his web site, http://www.challies.com. There, Tim has written about sex and intimacy, both how it is abused in our culture … Continue reading →

Last night, we ate dinner at the Barker’s cozy, Georgia Tech area apartment. Kane and Jana Barker have been close friends of ours for a number of months now, or since we began attending our newly married couples study at … Continue reading →

Singer/song writer Shaun Groves penned some very beautiful lyrics with his song “After The Music Fades.” I was actually fortunate enough to hear him live before a Jars of Clay concert three years ago and he was a great performer, … Continue reading →

Maryanne(in fore ground of picture) is a beautiful, talented, extraordinary wife and mother, who also happens to be my big sister. Though she and I were not always very fond of each other and I wore a constant chip on … Continue reading →

For some reason today, a poem I wrote in tenth grade was going through my head. It is not a poem of much ingenius craft or language(or even theology for that matter), but it is one that was written in … Continue reading →

“Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days you will find it again[...]Sow your seed in the morning, and at evening let not your hands be idle, for you do not know which will succeed, whether this or … Continue reading →

“I too lived-Brooklyn of ample hills, was mine. I too walk’d the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questioning stir within me, in the day, among crowds of people, … Continue reading →

Today we’re leaving for the family cottage in Eastern Ontario. We’ll drive part of the way today, spending the night with some of Rick’s relatives in Toledo, Ohio and will commence the trip on Saturday, hopefully reaching the cottage by … Continue reading →

“An age that melts with unperceiv’d decay, And glides in modest innocence away.” ~Samuel JohnsonWhat are eleven or twelve year old girls doing intently scowering the racks at Victoria’s Secret, America’s premier lingerie store where every pair of underwear is … Continue reading →

It was six years ago that I worked as a bagger and cashier at Publix Supermarket. Those six to eight hour days spent in my striped polo shirt, navy blue apron and horrid blue pants were often quite long and … Continue reading →