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November 25, 2005

Yesterday I indicated that I am a little bit envious of American Thanksgiving. We Canadians are impassioned about almost nothing (except our lack of passion and our distaste towards most things American) and make far less fuss about Thanksgiving than our friends across the border. I don’t think that is a good thing, but I also kind of like America and Americans. That is probably grounds for treason up here. While I often spend Christmas in the US of A, I have never spent a Thankgiving down there. Perhaps I’ll have to do that sometime soon.

While I am somewhat envious of American Thanksgiving I am in no way envious of Black Friday. In fact, one could make the argument that the entire long weekend is a celebration not of thanksgiving, but of excess and gluttony. On Thursday people eat far too much and follow that on Friday by spending far too much. Excess: it’s the American way! Wouldn’t it make for a nicer weekend if, instead of shopping, people went out and shared what they had rather than spend it?

Now that I have offended what is probably 80% of my readership, I will turn to other topics.

This just in: sending out an email announcing the conclusion of this month’s giveaway on a day when everyone is out of the office is just a bad idea. My inbox is being flooded with Out of Office notifications. Lesson learned.

A couple of weeks ago I received an odd review request. The producers of the film The God Who Wasn’t There asked if I would watch and review the production. It is an anti-God documentary that seeks to prove that Jesus never existed. What Bowling For Columbine did to gun culture and what Supersize Me did for fast food, this is supposed to do with religion. I’m not entirely sure what Bowling For Columbine did to gun culture, but if this production is a parallel, then I’d say “not much.” It is poorly made, terribly documented and the only shocking thing about it is that anyone could think it is shocking. I find it amusing that part of their marketing program is sending it to people like myself and Joe Carter, who didn’t like it anymore than I did. However, it does provide an opportunity to answer some of the common claims made against Jesus’ existence so I am hoping to examine some of the film’s claims next week. I will feed their marketing claim, but only with well-reasoned, rational, documented evidence to disprove their nonsensical claims. Here are a few of the claims made in the film:

  • Jesus Christ is a fictional character.
  • Jesus bears a striking resemblence to “other” ancient heroes and legends.
  • Contemporary Christians are largely ignorant of the origins of their religion.
  • Christianity is obsessed with blood.
  • The Bible is, and was only intended to be, symbolic literature.
  • There is no empirical data to support God’s existence.

And so on. As I said, there is really nothing new here, except perhaps a very poor interpretation of the sin against the Holy Spirit.

Earlier this week I received an advance copy of a forthcoming book dealing with the Purpose Driven movement and Rick Warren. I have read most of it and am happy to say that it explains the movement in a very thorough, yet even-handed way. There is nothing alarmist in the book and it avoids sounding like a rant. It is well-argued, well-researched and will surely help a lot of people unravel the Purpose Driven movement. I hope to bring a preview before long.

I have a couple of things I am hoping to begin writing this weekend with a view to posting them here next week. I trust that, upon the conclusion of this long weekend, there will actually be some people around to read them!

May God bless and keep you this weekend as you seek to honor Him in all you do.

November 18, 2005

A Critical, Judgmental Deconstruction of Derek Webb’s Life, Faith and Ministry

It seems that some people are expecting me to deconstruct the interview with Derek Webb. I am not going to do that. I am not going to write about what my conversation with him did to my opinion of his life, faith or ministry. There would be no value in that. However, I do have a few observations that I would like to make.

Webb is a personable guy and was very easy to talk to. We probably could have talked quite happily for a good, long time. He is obviously an intelligent guy and one who has thought deeply about the issues that are important to him. Furthermore, he is a passionate guy and approaches his music through the issues that he is passionate about. Now I certainly do not agree with everything he believes in and may not place the same emphases on certain things. However, I do believe in the gist of what he was saying. Clearly the church has fallen short in following the second greatest commandment. He seems to have realized the strange dichotomy that exists where the people who outwardly do best with the greatest commandment don’t fare so well with the second. This disturbs him and ought to disturb all of us. However, I am not convinced that the answers lie with the Jim Wallis’ and Don Millers of the world. I am not so sure that they are the people who should be leading the church towards this goal of re-emphasizing the second greatest commandment.

There are many questions I would have liked to have been able to ask. However, I did not want to keep him tied up for too long (on a day off, no less). Perhaps in the future I’ll have another opportunity to interview him and we can discuss some of these other issues.

Is G-Rated Entertainment Going Too Far?

Even CNN thinks it might be. In a recent article they cite Chicken Little, Toy Story and Shrek as examples of movies that push the boundaries of humor in films intended primarily for children. “As pop culture mimics today’s permissive social values, violence and veiled sexual references have crept into the seemingly innocent cartoon landscape, giving parents new reason to do research beyond the ratings.” There have been a few occasions where Aileen and I have been left shocked at what our children see in movies intended for young kids. The first film that really made me take notice was Shrek which was positively laden with sexual and pseudo-sexual references. From veiled comments about the size of a person’s genitalia, to scenes where a person is clearly engaging in some type of auto-erotic activity, we found the movie completely inappropriate for children. We turned it off and have no allowed them to watch it since.

“Everybody is trying to reach out to as wide an audience as possible,” said Disney spokesman Dennis Rice. “It may have some adult humor that goes over the heads of other audiences, but it’s never so colorful that it would affect the MPAA and how they rate the movie.” It used to be that children’s movies were intended to be for children. There was nothing in Cinderella that would endear it to adults. Yet in recent times, filmmakers have attempted to write movies that will appear to a dual audience. More often than not, I believe, they have succeeded in doing so. While children may not always understand the references to sexual innuendo, I don’t feel that this justifies allowing them to see and hear it. Children are more clever than we sometimes give them credit for.

A pediatrician interviewed for the article says that “ ‘Being there to discuss things that might be disturbing, upsetting or funny is probably the most important thing parents can do,’ he said. They should research the movies their children plan to see and learn about any questionable content in advance, he said, then be prepared to discuss it afterward.” Or even better, they can research movies and not allow children to see movies that would disturb them. I realize that this is not always cut-and-dried. Many of the old movies are disturbing on some level. Many children remember Bambi as being particularly disturbing or upsetting. Yet it seems to me that there is a great distance between witnessing the death of Bambi’s mother and witnessing characters laugh about the size of genitalia.

Expletive Diluted

The San Diego Union-Tribute recently featured an article showing that the daily lexicon [of kids], whether on television, stored in kids’ iPods or packed in your soccer car pool, brims with borderline expletives – words some parents find inoffensive and permissible, though others deem crass, rude and unacceptable.” While many children still shy away from the f-bomb and other overtly offensive words, they may well engage in “cussing lite,” which the article says has “all the flavor of full-bodied swearing with half the societal rebukes.” We have come a long way from the days when words like “pregnant” and images like a toilet could not even be shown on television!

Among the words that are popular among kids and adults that would have been considered unacceptable, even a short time ago, are “suck,” “crap,” “frickin,” “freakin,” “bites” and expressions such as “holy crap.” “Vulgarity – like other things labeled out of bounds – has long held a coolness factor for kids and cultures. But when the real word is too much, the watered-down one still carries enough panache for the tween and under-10 set.”

Absolutely Useless

Here is something from the “absolutely useless” files. Some enterprising person has gone through all the bother of making a Google map that will show the homes of a wide variety of celebrities. If you have ever dreamed of stalking Garth Brooks or Sandra Bullock, here is your chance. Visit Celebrity Maps (or don’t, I guarantee there will be no benefit in visiting).

October 26, 2005

I left the house this morning at 9:20 to attend to two small jobs. Neither was supposed to take more than a few minutes. Yet somehow it is now four hours later and I have just gotten home. The work took a little bit longer than expected and I got called into various meetings. So here it is at 1:30 which is far too late in the day for me to write anything encouraging or even interesting. Instead I thought I would relay a discussion I had this morning.

I just lied. I am going to relay a discussion I had this morning and seamlessly blend it with a discussion I had with the same person just a few days ago. I consider this artistic license and since prose is a form of art I am entitled to use it. The story requires less explanation this way. So just bear with me.

Just around the corner from us is a gas station, that until a few weeks ago was staffed entirely by twenty-something caucasian men and women who must have spent most of the money they earned from tending the till on tattoos. Their dress, demeanour and topics of conversation seemed to show that they had little ambition and certainly little concern for customer service. They seemed to believe that weekend antics, party behavior and, well, just about everything else, was appropriate for discussion while in the presence of customers. Then, quite suddenly, the entire staff was replaced with middle-aged East Indians whom I assume, judging by their accents and grasp of the English language, are probably recent immigrants (as indeed are 50% of the people who live in the Toronto area). I am guessing that the franchise for this particular gas station was sold and the new owner elected to bring in his own staff. I am quite certain that is in violation of Canadian labor laws.

Allow me now to relate a conversation (or two) I had with one of the new staff members at this station. I had just walked into the little store at the gas station to pay for my gas and a bottle of Coke Zero (which is chemically delicious).

Attendant: What pump?

Me: Two. Twenty dollars.

Attendant (holding out a basket of miscellaneous snacks): You like one of these?

Me: No thanks.

Attendant: Free!

Me: Okay then. (Tim selects a package of Skittles from the basket)

Attendant: No, not those. Those not included.

Me: Alright, how about these? (Tim selects a small bag of candy from the basket)

Attendant: No. Not those. These. (Attendant digs under the Skittles and selects a bag of trail mix that looks like it might be left over from the Second World War)

Me: Oh, no thanks. I won’t eat that. (Attendant disregards my polite refusal and puts the bag beside the bottle of Coke. Tim resigns himself to accepting the snack)

Attendant: Lotto 6/49 ticket?

Me: No thanks.

Attendant: Prize is up to forty million dollars.

Me: No thanks. I’m really not interested.

Attendant: It just takes one to win! It’s only two dollars. Two dollars to win forty million.

Me: I don’t play the lottery.

Attendant: Forty million dollars!

Me: Listen, sir, I don’t play the lottery. The lottery is really nothing but a tax on stupidity and I don’t know about you but I already pay enough taxes!

Attendant: You can’t win if you don’t play!

Me: Tell you what. If I walk out of this building and get struck by lightning I will crawl back in here and buy a lottery ticket. Because my chances of getting hit by lightning today are far better than of winning forty million dollars.

Attendant: What’s this (gestures towards my debit card)

Me: That’s a debit card.

Attendant: Oh.

And finally he let me go. I got away without a lottery ticket. I sampled the trail mix just long enough to confirm that it was really quite disgusting.

Anyways, it is now almost 2 o’clock and I really need to get some work done!

October 22, 2005

Here is another one of these rambling articles that allows me to cover a wide range of territory in one fell swoop.

Incidentally, the phrase “one fell swoop” seems to have originated with Shakespeare in his play Macbeth. Macduff, having just heard of the murder of his family, says:

All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?

The word “fell” refers to ferocity or evil. So in one evil swoop his family was wiped out as if a kite (a bird of prey) fell upon a group of chickens.

But I digress.

I have a bit of an odd question. I have been offered an interview with quite an interesting person and one whom I know a lot of people around here much admire. I am very eager to interview him, but there is one condition handed down from his agent: he can only do a phone interview which means I’d have to record it. I would then simply have to create a transcript of our conversation. While that is well and good, I have no way of recording such an interview. Can anyone tell me how I could go about recording a phone call?

Also, I am having computer issues and am looking at finally upgrading from my current system. If there is anyone out there who is more educated in these matters than I am, I’d appreciate the opportunity to discuss options with you. I used to be the hardware guy among my social group but having forsaken the hardware game in favor of web design I’ve soon fallen far behind. So I’d like a primer on current laptop technology versus desktop technology.

Turning to a new topic, yesterday I was at the doctor’s office complaining about an earache when a young girl, probably twenty or so, pushing a toddler emerged from one of the rooms. She talked to the nurse about how she needed to make her way across town but did not have money to pay for a cab. She did not look exceedingly poor (and frankly, there aren’t a lot of poor people in my part of the city) but she did not seem to have money for a cab. The nurse pointed her to a bus stop and told her that althought it would be a long trek, the bus would eventually get her home. I felt very guilty at this point, wondering if I should offer to drive her home. She would have had to wait until I saw the doctor (which took only a few minutes) but I would have been glad to then drive her home. But I didn’t. Images of lawsuits and upset spouses flashed through my mind. So tell me, did I do the right thing? What is the correct thing to do in such a situation?

That’s all you’re getting out of me today! My wife is off at a baby shower and the children and I will have to find something to do indoors since it is raining today. And I believe it is supposed to rain for the rest of the weekend…

October 19, 2005

I am exceptionally busy today (again). I have, quite literally, ten or twelve different web design projects underway. One of them is particularly massive and has a deadline of October 31, so the rest of the month is likely to be just as busy. So rather than try to focus my mind on one topic for any length of time this morning, I though I’d post about a variety of things that have been bouncing around my brain.

Halloween and Homeschooling: Yesterday’s inevitable discussion on Halloween has generated some interesting discussion on this site and others. On question in the comments section caught my attention. Mark wondered “if there’s a linkage to being okay with ‘Harry Potter’ books and being okay with halloween participation, and vise versa?” I am generally anti-Harry and at least somewhat pro-Halloween, so in my case there is no link. What would interest me, though, is if there is a connection between home schooling and Halloween participation. I realize this will probably offend many homeschoolers, and I am certainly not trying to be offensive, but would be interested in knowing if there is a connection between a refusal to participate in Halloween and a committment to homeschooling. I would imagine there is a connection and will provide two reasons why I believe this. The first is that some people seem to be naturally a little bit more isolationist or independent than others. It is likely easier for such people to remove themselves from activities such as Halloween as they have already practiced this type of seperation. Secondly, I would guess that many Christian parents who, either reluctantly or enthusiastically allow their children to trick-or-treat do so because they do not want their children to feel different than the other children in school. Obviously this is not an issue for homeschoolers. I should also add that all of the home schooling parents I know of in this area do not participate in Halloween. Of course this may be mere happenstance.

While we are on the subject of homeschooling, I’m also wondering what the connection is, if any, between those who home school and those who home church. In recent weeks I have learned of several people who worship in the home on Sundays, either as a family or with the participation of another family or two. While I know that not all (or even most) homeschoolers home church, all of the people I know of who home church also home school. Did you get all that?

And before I move on, I would like to reaffirm my respect for families that choose to home school.

Grammar and Homeschooling: All of this writing about homeschooling has made me realize that I am unsure of whether homeschooling should be one word (homeschooling) or two (home schooling). Same is true for homeschoolers, homeschool, homeschooling, etc. Can someone fill me in on the accepted grammatical standard?

Sports: In the past few days I’ve been thinking a little bit about Christians and sports. Now I believe Christians can participate in and watch sports, but I’ve been wondering about sports fans. A couple of years ago I went to a Buffalo Bills preseason game where the Bills took on the Rams. Just as I entered the stadium, near field level, Kurt Warner came jogging out of the tunnel leading from the locker rooms to the field. As he passed the crowd one man yelled out, “You’re going down, Warner. Number 95 is going to kill you!” Of course I have been to my share of hockey games and have grown accustomed to such threats and remarks, but I kind of like Warner and was a little surprised to hear such harsh words. When I watch the Atlanta Falcons play, I am always secretly hoping Michael Vick gets crushed by a big defensive lineman so we can finally watch a quarterback who can actually throw the ball instead of just dancing around with it like an inebriated ballerina. When I sit in the stands at a Bluejay’s game, I cheer for the home team and boo the opposing team, just as is expected from me as a Toronto fan. The question I have is whether this is just an acceptable part of sport or whether Christians should somehow hold themselves to a higher standard. Should we be always encouraging or can we accept jeers as just one aspect of what sports are all about?

Doug & Tim At long last Doug sent through a picture he took of the two of us in Minneapolis. This was actually taken at Minnehaha Falls. The bemused look on my face was my reaction to being dragged into some type of immature photo-fight between Doug and his sister. The two of them seem to have an ongoing disagreement who takes the best self-portraits (where the photographer holds the camera with his or her arm outstretched and takes a photo of him or herself). Doug wanted to prove that he could do better than his sister. Somehow this photo makes my head look like it is detached from my body. I am the least-photogenic person I know and absolutely despise having my picture taken so it is quite a big step for me to post a picture of myself here. In fact, in the years I’ve had this site, this is only the second such picture.

Incidentally, if it looks like everyone else in the photo is having more fun than I am, it is probably because my plane was leaving in about an hour, and as much as I enjoyed seeing Minnehaha Falls, I was fretting about missing my flight. So anyways, here we are. That’s Doug on the right and I’m on the left with my hair looking really spikey. Must be that hard Minnesota water. Doug and I have agreed that the prospect of a long, cold winter hibernation has encouraged us to pack on a few extra pounds.

Tim and Doug

September 25, 2005

I attend a church where the majority of the members are new believers. Many of them have never attended another evangelical church. This introduces some good elements and some bad to the church. On the good side, few of them have any real expectations or baggage that they bring from other churches. Every church has two or three people who are always saying, “Well that’s not how we did it at [insert previous church here]” and they are generally tough people to deal with. We don’t have a whole lot of those. On the other hand, these new believers don’t know or understand some basic church etiquette. For example, everybody knows that leaving a Bible on a seat (or pew) is the universal sign for “taken.” In most churches it is as effective as building a barbed wire fence around a seat. But when I leave a Bible on a seat in my church, it’s likely that when I return, some helpful person will have moved the Bible and sat in my seat. It is a horrifying breach of etiquette, is it not? And who will teach these people what is and is not acceptable?

I just rummaged through my closet to find some funeral-appropriate attire. Mike’s funeral is this afternoon and I’m guessing I shouldn’t wear the “I think therefore I blog” t-shirt I’ve got on at the moment. The problem is that I wear dressy clothes so seldom. And as we all know, the longer clothes hang in a closet, the smaller they get. I’m not exactly sure how this phenomenon occurs, yet it seems to be remarkably consistent. I eventually found a pants, shirt and tie combination that shouldn’t suffocate me over the course of the afternoon. Now I get to iron them all. Whee!

Anyways, I have got a lot to do before 4 PM when the funeral begins (or more correctly, before 3:30 PM when my ride gets here) so I am going to get busy. I’ll be back tomorrow with a new feature for the site and probably some reflections on what is bound to be an emotional funeral. God bless you as you enjoy the rest of your Lord’s day.

September 02, 2005

Ray NaginRay Nagin is the worst mayor in the United States. Or surely close to it. I just finished listening to an interview with this man on WWL radio and am amazed at his inability to show any type of leadership and even to express himself coherently. Only rarely does he formulate a sentence that does not include the word “frikkin’ ” or that does not end in “man?” He has threatened President Bush and other government leaders with the wrath of God for not doing enough, suggesting that God is looking down on the relief efforts and that Bush is going to pay for not doing more and doing it sooner. His sentences are punctuated with slang and profanity. He is out of control.

I realize that this must be a trying time for Mayor Nagin. Surely he is under incredible stress and is grieving for his city and for all the loss of life. But this is a time when the city needs a leader. This is a time when the city needs a voice that is urgent, but not panicked. This voice needs to be collected and controlled while still conveying the urgency of the situation. A good leader would not lose control as the mayor has. New Orleans needs leadership and Nagin is simply not providing it.

Do you remember how, in the days following September 11, Rudolph Giuliani showed leadership within the city of New York? Do you remember how he worked with the President and with others? Do you remember how he became the voice of New Yorkers, speaking to the world on their behalf? Love or hate the man, he was a leader and his city rallied around him. Nagin is not a leader. He is a complainer and a fighter. He seems to be only barely holding on, on the verge of falling apart altogether. It seems the only people rallying around Nagin are members of the media who delight in his anti-Bush tirades.

It is my hope that the military can take control of the city and that a leader arises who can bring hope to the people of New Orleans. I hear a military commander has been dispatched to the area who, the moment he stepped out of his helicopter, began to bark orders and to make people move. That is exactly what the city needs. Perhaps he can take control. Surely he can do a better job than Nagin, who is just an embarrassment to the city.

August 28, 2005

Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed more and more girls (and young women) wearings shirts that look suspiciously like lingerie. You may have seen them too. I don’t know much about the world of fashion, so it’s entirely possible that people have been wearing these shirts for years. Perhaps you know the shirts I’m referring to. They have very thin straps and generally have the little plastic loops and things that are usually found on bras. The top of the shirt has lace and it extends only just to the belt line, so that if the woman moves her arms, it lifts to expose her stomach and lower back. I guess these aren’t a whole lot different from a standard tank-top shirt, except that they are obviously designed to look like lingerie. So what’s with these things? Any why would anyone wear them to church?

And while we’re on the subject of exposed stomachs and backs, what’s with those lower back tattoos? When women have a black tribal pattern tattooed on their lower back, do they not realize that in fifteen or twenty years it will be faded, stretched and distorted? Do they not realize how silly they will look in a decade or two?

I think I’ll quit ranting about fashion now. Don’t get me started on navel rings.

Switching topics, two days into the transition I’m still thrilled with Movabletype 3.2. I’ll post a bit more about the software later in the week. I have to say, though, that the Six Apart development team did some good work with the new version of the software. The independent developers who work so hard on plugins have been putting in overtime to add other great functionality.

And that’s all the time I’ve got for today. The son of some good friends is getting baptized a few minutes from now, so we have to drive across town and go down to the river. There is probably only one more outdoor baptism this year before the approaching cold weather forces us indoors!

God bless you this Lord’s Day. 

August 14, 2005

This is the last day of my vacation. In just a few hours I’m going to be heading back to the city and getting back to real life. How disappointing. Thankfully this was a good and relaxing week. Since I am not feeling too reflective today, I thought I’d ramble a little bit about what I accomplished did this week.

Read. I read four complete books and got most of the way through another. I guess that averages a couple of hundred pages per day. I even read one book that had absolutely nothing to do with Christianity (something I only do a few times per year).

Friends. A couple of sets of aunts/uncles/cousins came by and I spent a good bit of time with them. I also caught up with my friend Gerard (who posts in the forums as drareg) and his family. This was the first time I really had the opportunity to meet his wife and his children. It was great to see that he has done awfully well for himself!

Sunset. I’m not sure why, but for some reason I watched only one of the seven sunsets I could have seen. Our dock looks over the lake and the sun sets below the far shore. It is quite a sight.

Swam. I hate swimming, but I forced myself into the water three or four times. The fish were really active this week and everyone was remarking about getting bitten. Thankfully most of the fish are of the toothless variety (sunfish, etc). It is more annoying than painful to have these fish nibbling on toes, fingers, moles or whatever else they might confuse with dinner.

Ate. Too much, but I’m on vacation so allowed myself some leeway. Shame on me.

Blogged. Not as much as I usually do, but I decided to keep blogging through my vacation. While I posted every day, I was not able to track the subsequent discussions as my connection up here is discouragingly slow and I have to dial-up over a shared phone line.

Worshipped. We had a great time of family worship last Sunday with Phil Johnson standing in as preacher. None of us remembered to bring along a sermon tape, so I snooped around my hard drive and found a collection of Phil Johnson sermons I downloaded a couple of years ago. We listened to a sermon (or perhaps a seminar) on justification that was very well-done.

Played. I’m not one of those parents who really enjoys playing games with the kids, but I’m usually up for some sports or other fun. So I played with the kids, read to them, and made sure we had a good time together.

Dated. Aileen and I celebrated our anniversary this week with a nice trip to Kingston, a nearby city that is beautiful and fun to visit.

Sold. My parents sold the cottage this week. So this is my last year at the cottage I’ve visited every summer since I was born. In fact, I was here before I was born, as my mother remembers sitting with the next door neighbour as they dangled their feet in the water and talked about their pregnancies. A couple of weeks after I was born, the neighbour gave birth to Nick who has long been a great friend, though one I see only very occasionally.

Today I am going to hang around for a little while and then pack my bags and leave. I will swing by again next weekend to pick up Aileen and the kids, as they’ve decided to stay up here with the rest of my family for another week. So I will be “baching” it for the next few days, something I am quite looking forward to as it will allow me to work extremely long hours and get a lot of work done.

July 28, 2005

I feel completely disorganized. My usual workweek involves sitting at my desk for the full 40 hours. From Monday to Friday I sit at my desk from 9 AM to 5 PM with very few exceptions. I have developed a nice little routine. The past two days I have spent very little time at my desk. Yesterday I drove into Niagara-on-the-Lake for meetings with two sets of friends and clients and then had more meetings that took up most of this morning. While all the meetings were great, and it was especially nice to meet Kevin (an occasional reader and all-around nice guy), I am now officially out of sorts. I have prepared nothing to post today, so am going to do little more than provide some links you a little bit of this and that. Mostly ramblings.

Over the past four days I’ve been reading Jack by George Sayer. I decided I’d read 100 pages a day and was quite easily able to meet that goal. It is a biography of C.S. Lewis written by one of Lewis’s close friends. Sayer is clearly a master of the English language. While I had no great interest in the subject matter, I was drawn into the book primarily by the strength of the author’s writing. Having read the book I have to rate it as one of my favorite biographies, not so much because of the subject, but because of the author. I’ll post a review of it soon enough.

While we’re on the subject of Lewis, I’ve decided that I should read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe before the movie releases later this year. It has been a long time since I have read the series, so I will need to refresh my memory before I see the movie.

I will probably be making a few changes to this site in the coming weeks. I am hoping to add a couple of new features. Unfortunately they require some tricky CSS work, so it may take me a little while to develop and test them. Stay tuned.

Justin Taylor, (who?) whom I have often denied knowing in any way, is apparently an esteemed Reformed scholar. The proof is to be found at George Grant’s blog. I am quite sure that no one has ever called me “esteemed.” And I know that no one has ever refered to me as a scholar. I kind of doubt anyone ever will. Maybe if I go to seminary…

I assume that everyone is already reading PyroManiac’s series on the Fad-Driven Church. If not, you probably should. P.J. is still the flavor of the week in the Christian blogosphere. His PyroMarketing campaign has paid dividends!

That’s all you’ll be getting out of me today. I have got to do some work before all my clients desert me.