There’s certainly no distinction to breeding, and so Father’s Day must be intended to celebrate something other than one’s ability to procreate. It began in tragedy, which is maybe the truth of too many things, the world’s way of daring us to bring beauty from ashes. Two hundred and ten fathers erased from their homes, …
Yesterday it was just me and my three year-old, Isaiah John. We were cruising down the road in my truck, past bars and tattoo parlors. Yes, there are tattoo parlors in Wichita. The sun was out, the wind was blowing, and we didn’t have anywhere to be for a couple of hours. It’s times like …
Some of you might like my latest Image blog essay, “Bad Christian Art,” in which I try to connect some of the elements that make for bad art to the elements that make for bad theology. Here’s an excerpt: “To know God falsely is to write and paint and sculpt and cook and dance Him …
