Today’s Kindle deals include a whole list of books from Crossway. You’ll also find one from Piper, one about church history, and one about marriage.
Here is “the personal story of David Raether, a former comedy writer for the sitcom Roseanne who later became homeless.” It’s a sad story, really, but one that is not uncommon.
You probably heard the brag that the forthcoming Beauty and the Beast film will have an “exclusively gay” moment in it. This blogger has seen the movie and tells what happens.
“Have you ever seen a military recruitment poster or TV ad that showed wounded soldiers? Ever seen one that showed soldiers taking bullets, medics administering morphine to blood-gushing comrades, or an array of battle-hardened quadriplegics?” Not likely.
Quite right: The hubbub about the wrong envelope at the Academy Awards was another example of catastrophizing the trivial. “We seem to have developed an inability to cope without drama. Everything has to either be a triumph or a catastrophe so that we can garner the praise, sympathy or attention we crave.”
Here’s a strange and nearly-forgotten tale from the Cold War. It’s the tragedy of Newcomb Matt who thought he could just walk into the USSR and get his passport stamped.
Chris Cagle outlines the most important thing to do in your 20s and 30s to work toward retiring with dignity.
There’s definitely a sense in which this is true—in which Mark Zuckerberg has taken on a world-wide role. “Today, Facebook has become so powerful that it challenges established political structures and threatens to undemocratically twist the will of The People.”
“You are never to graduate from the University of Jesus. You are always attending. Always studying. Always learning. Always marveling.”
Wherever I go I hear people talking about people, people joking about people, people muttering about people. That’s true at conferences, it’s true at church, it’s true in my own living room. We are so harsh with others and so forgiving with ourselves. We are so quick to speak ill of others and so convinced that no one would ever speak ill of us.
The saddest road to hell is the one that runs under the pulpit, past the Bible, and through the middle of warnings and invitations.—J.C. Ryle