Category: miscellaneous
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stamp thine own image, deep on my back
Last week at church I was asked how to spell “Jesus is my Savior” in Greek for a young person who wanted an exceedingly cool, Christian tattoo. The Greek letters wouldn’t translate from MS Word to this blog, so if you’re interested in spelling this tattoo correctly you’ll have to email me directly. I verified…
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it could be a tiny bit worse
This story is an exaggeration, but not by much. And here’s an idea if you’re shopping for a Clevelander who’s hard to buy for.
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witness this
Just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, Art Modell was on a Cleveland TV station telling us all to “deal with it quickly and move on.” So before I go to bed, here are my random thoughts. 1. I now know another human being that I am morally superior to. So there’s that.…
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God is dead
We did it! Here are the opening paragraphs from an article in USA Today today: Who says Cleveland can’t win a championship? The long-suffering sports city — which can’t seem to win a trophy on a court or a field — captured one in a hotel ballroom Friday night when 14-year-old Anamika Veeramani took first prize at…
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aha moments
“Why does not the pope, whose wealth is today greater than the wealth of the richest Crassus, build this one basilica of St. Peter with his own money rather than with the money of poor believers? Ooohh.” Martin Luther, Thesis 86 (of 95) “But that would mean that Wall Street is nothing but a giant…
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why worry?
God’s job just got a little bit harder.
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these golden years
Life is tough right now in Michigan, but I heard some encouraging items over the weekend that remind us that life here is better than we think. 1. Alvin Plantinga will soon retire to Grand Rapids to teach part-time at Calvin College. Our fair city will then boast the retired Nicholas Wolterstorff, George Marsden, and…
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the moody bump
I just returned from two encouraging days with the men of Moody Bible Institute—I’m not aware of another place which has as much rich tradition and present vitality—and I left with the distinct impression that the church is going to be all right. After chapel this morning I was getting creamed in a game of…
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there goes my retirement
Last year I retrieved my 3,000 baseball cards from my parents’ house. I started collecting in 1973, when my brother and I would spend our 30 cent allowance on a pack of 12 Topps cards and a stiff, bland, powdered pink stick of gum. We coveted the Indians’ players the most because we were living…
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eighties rush
Yesterday I was honored to speak in Cornerstone’s chapel, which is a first-rate program run by Matt Westerholm. If you’ve read this site before you know that Matt is very funny and kind of won a Grammy this year, so it won’t surprise you that he introduced me by explaining the plot of “Don’t Stop…
Mike Wittmer 