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Blog Drought

Interesting. Over the course of four years, this blog has rarely dried up for very long. Why did it do so in the last week? Apparently, I have finite writing energies, and those energies are finally being put to use. Even my dissertation failed to spend them all! But...

Antidisclaimer

After a while, reading and writing disclaimers about theological books gets to be a real annoyance. “Of course, I don’t agree with everything this book says, but I still think it’s worth a read.” “Naturally, I take exception to some of this writer’s assertions.” “I...

Save the Date: May 5, 2012—PhD Graduation

As I announced previously, I successfully defended my dissertation for a PhD in New Testament on May 2. I have some corrections to make, but I'm basically done. I'm a doctor—though not the kind that anyone really cares about! Finishing five days before the 2011...

Dissertations Completed: 1

"I don’t like anything here at all." said Frodo, "step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid." "Yes, that’s so," said Sam. "And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started." My wife and...

Cursed Platitude!

When you have a baby, a chocolate wrapper’s platitudinous advice must be read in a new light. Instead of tempting you to indulge, it just mocks you, taunts you. I think I must save this wrapper until my oldest child is five or so.

Are You an Inbox Legalist?

It’s not legalism; I just feel like I’m a better person when my inbox is cleared. I feel like a better person about twice a year, I’d say.

New Website

I’ve turned byfaithweunderstand.com into an advertisement for Forward Design. Check it out.

Dissertation Update 42

A few weeks ago I got word that my dissertation defense had been moved; it's now set for Monday afternoon, May 2. Please do pray for me if you think of it. I'm busy preparing for the defense; the full defense draft should be turned in this week by Friday at the...

A Baby Story

Last week my wife was sick. So sick that she could hardly get off the couch for about three days. So sick that that she never entered the kitchen. This is a first for her—and for me. I had to feed the baby and myself. I had to clean stuff. I changed all diapers and...