Back in the days of the Great Depression it was common for people to name things after the president. For example, a newspaper that a homeless person covered himself with while sleeping was known as a Hoover Blanket. Well, it’s clear that the current president also should have some things named after him (besides ObamaCare, of course)

Imagine if a small child got his hands on a fast car and discovered that he could figure out how to make it move. He had no knowledge of the rules of the road, or even any interest in learning those rules, but only wanted the chance to take this awesome toy wherever he wanted and go as fast as he could. If someone were to deny him any further access to the car, he would consider them the greatest party-pooper there ever was, and would likely fight them tooth-and-nail. But would they be wrong to keep the car from him?

In the course of various discussions about frequently debated subjects, I have observed that there are some people whose viewpoints indicate that they live in the real world, and others whose viewpoints indicate that they live in a fantasy world. By the latter, I refer to people who assume that certain things are true that really aren’t, and that certain things have happened that never really did or could.

I was driving home from work one afternoon when a bumper sticker on a minivan caught my attention. It said “A drunk driver killed my daughter. I am MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving).” Then I realized that, somewhat like that mother, I had my own reason to be mad. This was because I had also seen the life of someone close to me get snuffed out prematurely and unnecessarily by reckless and irresponsible behavior — behavior which, like habitual drunkenness, was deep-seated and not easily ceased.

Do you believe you’re not being allowed to marry the person you love? Do you believe your relationship is as valid as any traditional marriage? Then I’d like to ask you a few questions that you may not have been asked before.

You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” — (Anne Lamott) I came across the above quote recently and was struck by it, though not at all in the way that the author and the person quoting it apparently intended. The quote would make perfect sense if it were applied to people who actually hated others in the name of “God.”

I read something recently that made me very sad. It was the blog of a man who I’d heard of in the past presenting himself as a strongly evangelistic Christian, but who now emphatically considered himself an agnostic. In reading about this transition, I realized he hadn’t really fallen from a great height, because he never had dwelt in the high place of real Christianity.