I’m a Clark Kent editor. I’m really a writer. Know why? Because when I was in high-school, I read a book called Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I didn’t understand half of it, but I experienced something I couldn’t explain. It changed me. I’ve had the experience more than once, and more than once with that book. I’ve
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Went to a new church today. Austin Bluffs Community in Colorado Springs. Ellie hasn’t been enjoying church, much like a lot of us, I suppose. She’s a bit more demonstrative about it, but the sentiment is the same: “Get me out of here. I don’t belong here. You guys just have no idea how little I care about anything going
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We buckled the kid in the backpack and went for a walk this afternoon through the rocky bluffs of Palmer Park to a neighborhood playground we’d never been to before. They had a swing set, a big jungle gym with the multiple-level slides coming off it, and a springy see-saw. Ellie’s a sucker for the springy see-saws. While Ellie sprung
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It’s been interesting to see the conversation evolve about this writing revolution. My mind has been challenged by the voices of agreement and dissent. My heart has been convicted both about the need for specific action, and reassured about the vital purpose behind it. But the more we engage with these thoughts, the better prepared we become to answer them
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“Maybe those of us in the church might get a better response if we took him off the cross more often and let him shoot hoops and laugh once in a while.” Jesus Junk: My Take on Christian Memorabilia This little gem—or bijou, if you prefer—comes from Steve Case on the Youth Specialties website. He’s actually making an unusual case
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