) Some might suggest that purpose of watching a film is to identify with the characters--to get caught up in the story. Sure, there are times when a director or writer wants us to loathe a character, usually in order to make some moral or…

Got a little soulThe world is a cold, cold place to beWant a little warmthBut who's going to save a little warmth for me We know the fire awaits unbelievers all of the sinners the sameGirl you and I will die unbelievers bound to the…

  In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy  Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed. Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of…

  "So who are you rooting for in the Super Bowl?" All week... the same question. "I hope they both lose," is the response I've been giving. "Oh, but Peyton Manning..." Blah, blah, blah. Yes, great football player, even better SNL host. His skit about…

At the beginning of every Biblical Foundations course—a college course for college freshman—I spend the first week or so talking about the importance of mythology. I have them read the first two chapters of the book From Homer to Harry Potter: A Handbook of Mythology in…

The New York Times recently ran an Op-Ed piece by Michael Moore on the topic of Obamacare. True to form, Moore's piece makes both conservatives and liberals unhappy. On the one hand he refers to Obamacare as an abysmal failure, not because of the birth…

I know, I know... I'm supposed to say that Christmas isn't about lights, or trees, or the gifts we receive; I'm supposed to remember the "reason for the season" as they say around here. I'm supposed to say that I hate black Friday (or Brown…

This past week I came across an interesting article on the lesser known life of C.S. Lewis. If protestants canonized "saints" undoubtedly C.S. Lewis would be one of the first and greatest for many within the evangelical world. It's funny how we make our "saints"…

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to Mother forgive me, I sold your car…