After school, I was milking the cow and listening to the radio when I heard a menacing baritone intone the words, "I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die." It made an impression.
Halloween's tradition of shadowy characters makes it as good a time as any to think on the reality of evil, sin and death that besets us.
If agriculture survives at all on the Great Plains, it will be very limited. What will take its place? Not many people, that's for sure.
I am not squeamish about most animals or insects. But snakes are a different story.
Air travel—perhaps paradoxically—tutors us in patience, a practice in short supply in today's world.
I am confident that the new creation will include animals. I hope that it will include Merle, my deceased smooth-coat collie.
While Christian scholars have long questioned body-soul dualism, it remains common in church circles. This may finally be changing.
If anything remains sacred in our culture, it’s the family. Yet Jesus challenged the family’s ultimacy.
My wife and I used to visit a bookstore at least once a week. We can’t anymore, unless we drive 20 minutes to the now nearest one.
Snow can be tiresome, even deadly, but it can also be a sign of holiness and of hope.
All zombie plots include great hordes of the stalking dead. But the genre is maturing.
Since the years of Reagan and Thatcher, we have heard a steady drumbeat about the limitations of government. But what about the limitations of the free market?
We owe our homeland patriotism, but not just any kind of patriotism—because just as we don't choose our parents, neither do we choose our country of origin.
Stretches of emptiness are not unusual in life, nor in the life of faith.
It's not primarily the financially shady elements that make me ambivalent about my favorite sport. It's the sometimes dangerous levels of violence.