I was three years old on November 22, 1963, the date that, until September 11, 2001, stood out as the darkest day in U.S. history in my lifetime. I have often wondered if I really remember that day or if I only imagine that I remember it, but regardless, it stands undeniably as a day…
And I thus wanted to do whatever I could to harm minorities, the first thing I would do would be to advocate for raising the minimum wage. Yes, you heard me correctly. We have an epidemic of teen unemployment today, but it is far, far worse among black teens than it is white. White teen…
Practically-Perfect Daughter, who heads off to Christian college in a little over two weeks, is now sweet on a particular young man who is part of our church, and who also (unrelated to her decision, incidentally) will be heading off soon to that same Christian college. He’s a fine young man; I work with him…
I hate to use Joel Osteen again to make a point–OK, “hate” is a strong word–but it was in the context of a discussion about Dear Joel that I came to think the thought that I post now; to wit, that there is a difference between saying true things and telling the truth. Now this…