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Handling finances — a perspective

What is the num­ber one source of stress in a mar­riage? Raise your hand if you said mon­ey. Not only do I think you’re right, I think you’re most­ly right no mat­ter how much mon­ey the cou­ple makes. (Okay, maybe LeBron and Tiger don’t stress about it.) For being such an impor­tant fac­tor in a […]

Lies

I still tell them., even though I shouldn’t. I mean, I don’t tell Trump lies, where I make things up, or hyper­bolize things from sources that are ques­tion­able. And I don’t tell sin lies, like “I was at the gym,” when I come back home from my secret lover’s. (Ha, that’s a laugh) I mostly […]

Sleeplessness — why, Lord?

A dis­claimer: I am not that well qual­i­fied to write about this. I’m only a mild, almost rare, suf­fer­er of insom­nia, and I’m retired! So the pain, the dis­tress, the anx­i­ety is only sec­ondary to me. When you know you need to go to sleep, as soon as pos­si­ble, and you’re not able to…that stress […]

I Will Be Brave…a meditation on fear

I think fear is evil’s most pow­er­ful weapon. Fear pits itself against some of the human spirit’s most benev­o­lent impuls­es. Fear keeps us from becom­ing the kind of peo­ple we want to be. Fear par­a­lyzes, love flows. There are two types of fear: exter­nal and inter­nal. I list­ed exter­nal first because it is the more publicized. […]

The Black Sheep

From Wikipedia: …black sheep is an idiom used to describe an odd or dis­rep­utable mem­ber of a group, espe­cial­ly with­in a family…the term has typ­i­cal­ly been give neg­a­tive con­no­ta­tions, imply­ing way­ward­ness. I love that term—waywardness. You could ask any of my sib­lings (one broth­er, four sis­ters) and they would tell you I was the black […]

Being Pop Pop (the joy of grandfathering)

That’s me. I con­sid­er it one of the major roles in my cur­rent life, a role at least 95% great. I am not sure how I got that name—I think Kallie gave it to me. My rec­ol­lec­tion is that she even con­sult­ed with me about it. It stuck. I am now Pop Pop to my […]

The Willow Tree

I became a Chris­t­ian when I was 26 years old. Since I had vir­tu­al­ly no church back­ground and since I had spent my pre­vi­ous young adult years in vary­ing states of dis­so­lu­tion, my con­ver­sion demand­ed a dras­tic change in lifestyle. I imme­di­ate­ly became an ini­ti­ate of a house church com­prised of col­lege stu­dents and dropouts […]

To thine own self be gentle

You can­not be judged by sta­tus; you can­not be judged by suc­cess; you can­not be judged by Face­book friends or neigh­bors’ opin­ions; …by your spouse;…by your par­ents or your chil­dren; and you should not be judged by your­self. There’s only one Judge. And, let’s face it, you have been found guilty, and, thank God, you […]

X#%&*@$! (Profanity)

I made a vow to stop cussing when I was 23 years old—not sure why. I hadn’t become a chris­t­ian at that point—didn’t car­ry any con­scious guilt feelings—certainly had no peer pressure—and I was pret­ty good at it. I sup­pose it seemed unnec­es­sary to me. I was read­ing more at that time and becom­ing more […]

Sorting out the past

I could be wrong, but it seems like a nat­ur­al cur­rent for my age group. You start to look back. I’m not talk­ing about dwelling or obsess­ing or recap­tur­ing or ide­al­iz­ing or mourning—just reflect­ing. Even if you are not an adher­ent, your dreams prob­a­bly are. At least, mine are. Dylan said, “Any­body who lived through […]

In Praise of Jubal (Music makes the world go round)

After silence, that which comes near­est to express­ing the inex­press­ible is music.” –Aldous Hux­ley When I decid­ed to write about music, I asked Aunt Faith what kind of music under what cir­cum­stances has had an impact on her life. “None,” she replied. “I don’t lis­ten to music.” I was amazed. We moved a col­lec­tion of […]

The Other

So you are here. You know that you can­not have cre­at­ed your­self, but you are aware of a self. Your mom and dad? That’s just biology—they had no hand in design­ing you. They were busy enjoy­ing oth­er things. You and The Other—that which cre­at­ed you. This is an imme­di­ate and an eter­nal rela­tion­ship. If you […]

Dreams (…are only in your head…)

I used to tell my stu­dents that dreams were one of the great­est gifts we received—free life. I’d tell them that I knew exact­ly how it felt to be shot because one time I had—in a dream. I had expe­ri­enced, close up, in an open field, the pow­er of a hur­ri­cane. (If I was on […]

Part II: Phrases and thoughts…(from God)

This might seem like just a con­tin­u­a­tion of my last post, but real­ly it’s not. Those last ones (Phras­es and thoughts that opened up my mind) I would call accidental—I was liv­ing my life and these ideas jumped out at me and stuck. This next set I would call interventional—at the risk of grandios­i­ty, God […]

Phrases and thoughts that have opened up my mind

(Pho­to by Steve Slate) Okay, I am sure you have your own list, but if mine gets you think­ing about yours, that is a good thing. All that fol­lows are illu­mi­na­tions, insights, exis­ten­tial hypothe­ses, moments of clar­i­ty, rev­e­la­tions that changed the way I looked at the world. I mean, stuff that stuck with me. Most of […]

The Log

Okay, I told this sto­ry a hun­dred times in my class­room: At my old high school in Upper Dar­by, PA there was a revered cou­ple, John­ny Scott and Sal­ly Drake. John­ny was the star quar­ter­back and Sal­ly was the head cheer­leader some­where back in the 1950’s. They went to Sil­ver Lake to make out, and […]

That was the Lord (events, major and minor)

We all have expe­ri­ences that illu­mi­nate my select­ed title—even if we don’t acknowl­edge them. As long as you accept that there is an Oth­er out there—as a crea­ture (you didn’t make your­self) you accred­it a creator—you have to be avail­able for the pos­si­bil­i­ty of an inter­ac­tion with Him/Her/It/Force. Maybe you don’t have to—if He speaks, […]

Why I Am Writing Again

Crazi­ness. To think any­one would want to know…to think you have a chance of reach­ing any­one in this world of a bil­lion mes­sages a sec­ond (or whatever)…to think you pos­si­bly have any hope of express­ing that which is inex­press­ible. But not inac­ces­si­ble. Dal­las Willard told John Ort­berg (two chris­tians I admire): “Don’t hur­ry. “ So […]

Lists, lists, lists.…(a cry for help)

A con­fes­sion: I am a list mak­er. I start­ed think­ing about it the oth­er day, and I might have gone over the top. But I am too close to the issue to know if it’s a prob­lem. Can you help? My first instinct is to sus­pect that I have become OCD. But that doesn’t hold […]

2017 — Your Year in Review

            I know, how pre­sump­tu­ous! Like I have any insight at all into your 2017. Actu­al­ly, the title is just a hook. It was sparked by the real­iza­tion that this is some­thing I need to do. It’s a tired metaphor, but life real­ly is a jour­ney. Con­sid­er the end of each cal­en­dar year a milestone, […]

Immanuel

      I see the signs all over the place:  “Keep Christ in Christ­mas”.  I know that it is a noble sentiment—we are cel­e­brat­ing Jesus’s birthday—the rea­son for the season—all that jazz.  It is a tes­ta­ment that His birth is cel­e­brat­ed all over the plan­et.  But some­thing about the sign ran­kles me, and I think I’ve […]

Breathe…

     “Abide in me, and I in you.”  I have to believe this is the key to the abun­dant life we’re all sup­posed to be liv­ing in Christ.  It’s clear­ly an invi­ta­tion, so it seems we’re not there yet (at least I’m not).  Or are we?  What does it mean to abide?  I’ve grown accustomed […]

Waiting for…

Traf­fic lights, gro­cery lines, license bureaus, auto repair ser­vices —we all have to wait.  (I espe­cial­ly hate it when they assign you a num­ber.)   Most of us nev­er learn to wait, so when we have to, we have no plan.  We just go where our minds take us, and, in my expe­ri­ence, it’s not usually […]

Karen’s poem — A Lament for Sutherland Springs

Here’s the thing:  it’s got­ten hard to watch the news because a mad­man (or mad­men) doing hor­ri­ble things to inno­cent peo­ple has become such a fre­quent occur­rence.  But Suther­land Springs hit us hard.  As we watched the sto­ry unfold, it shook us to the core.  For one thing, it’s so close (only 30 miles away). […]

Hello, Jesus: my true confession

It has been about three and a half years since I retired from teach­ing.  I have to con­fess, I haven’t looked back at all.  Don’t miss it, haven’t kept in touch, don’t think about it (but still dream about it!)—I even avoid good old Clemens High School like the plague. I knew that when I […]

Cinco Anillos — My take on Spurs’ championship

Cin­co Anil­los – My take on the Spurs’ cham­pi­onship   It’s been a week now, and I’m still rid­ing the wave, even if the water’s get­ting shal­low­er.  I don’t think about it as often, but when I do a big smile breaks across my face.  We got num­ber five!  In one of the most glorious […]

My Retirement Speech

I have no inten­tion of giv­ing one, but I did want to write one… Wow. Thir­­ty-three years. My plan was to teach for twen­ty and then become a full-time writer. But our plans are not always God’s plans. When I think of the things that have hap­pened, the ways that I’ve changed, and, most of all, […]

The First Day of School

Blog­ger’s note: Like my last entry, most of this blog comes from a book I wrote 20 years ago enti­tled “Is This For a Grade?” I am in the process of repub­lish­ing that book as an e‑book, but anno­tat­ing it with my cur­rent obser­va­tions and opin­ions. I hope to pub­lish this update the day that […]

Inservice Training

Bend over and we’ll teach you to teach (Blog­ger’s note: Twen­ty years ago I wrote a book called Is This For a Grade? — a col­lec­tion of essays about teach­ing high school. My lat­est book project is re-issu­ing that book, only amend­ing it; adding to the orig­i­nal text my cur­rent opin­ions on the same top­ic. You’d […]

The Vagaries of Memory and the Spirit of Perverseness

When I taught sopho­more Eng­lish, we did the nov­el The Lord of the Flies. I thought it was a strange choice because there are no girls in the book, which tend­ed to dimin­ish the inter­est lev­el of half my class. But I had no trou­ble accept­ing the main premise of the book, that when the […]