Three Skinny White Guys

The other day I walked over to the supermarket to return a Redbox movie. Down the street I saw my friend Jimmy approaching, whom I had not seen for several months — not since we told him he shouldn’t come back to church. That was a very disappointing affair. Jimmy’s a mess: an emaciated, scrawny…

The Exultant Anguish of Being: A Christmas Toast

It’s a tough job being human. It’s a painful, difficult venture, this business of of being alive. I don’t notice that any other creature experiences worry or anxiety like we do; but nor do I notice that any creature experiences exultation or joy like we. Other creatures do not seem as eager┬áto destroy themselves as…

Mufflers, Cold Showers, and Gratitude

Years ago, the fleet manager assigned a Chevy Lumina van to me for my work duties. It was a shabby car, and had essentially no muffler. I had to drive that┬áthing about eight miles a day, which was about nine and half miles too many for me. The noise it made was truly miserable, making…