Every year I look forward to summer, telling myself that it will give me the opportunity to hole up in my house and spend some quality time writing. Well, guess what. My teaching situation has changed. As of Monday, I will be teaching the rest of the semester from my study in my office. Shelly … More Be Careful What You Ask For
I love books. I love writing them. And that’s because I love reading them. When I was a kid in elementary school, my bicycle ride to and from school took me right by the public library. Sometimes I would get in trouble because I didn’t come home. Instead, my mother would find my in the … More (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction
I want to tell you about the third time I fell in love. It was on Feb. 26, 1982. Her name was Melissa. I wasn’t a stranger to the operating room. I worked at Hinsdale Hospital in Illinois and often took photos there. But today was special. When Melissa came into the room, it was … More The Other Woman
This is the second semester of my 21st year of teaching college level students. And believe it or not, after teaching 42 semesters of classes, I still get nervous when I think about my classes. Do I know what I am talking about? Am I prepared? Will the students see through the facade I put … More What, Me Worry?
Looking back on the past six weeks, I was suffering from a bad case of T.M.I. Too much information. The signs were all around me. I had a full-time professorship, was launching two books, and served as head deacon of a 3,000-member church. Everything I did involved absorbing, processing and regurgitating information. I got to … More T.M.I.
We’re in the middle of final exams at my university. I’m also in the middle of a book launch. Actually, two book launches if you count the one that is being handled by Pacific Press in the Adventist Book Center system. In addition, I’m head deacon at an exceptionally busy church. So the past six … More Surveying the Wreckage of Another Year
I’m writing this next to a picture window larger than the big screen TV I have at home, looking out at the passing north Texas landscape. Shelly and I are sneaking away for two and a half days of sublime retreat in San Antonio at the beginning of Spring Break. In this year of austerity—we’re … More Thoughts from a Slow Moving Train