Father’s Day
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
One vowel can make a big difference
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.
Bad Christians make for bad artists
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
Heaven presses in
I was asked to speak to some graduates last week, and so I spoke to them about finding their place in the world and about
The ladder
Some of you may appreciate my latest essay over at the Image Good Letters blog. Then again, some of you may not. I thought including
Friendship
I am rarely humble yet often humbled, which is maybe the surest sign that God has not given up on me yet. I remember, years
Good men
Someone told me recently, “You’re a good man, Tony.” This made me think of a James Taylor concert I heard about once. In the hush between
Gladness
Some of you may appreciate my latest essay at Image‘s Good Letters blog. An excerpt: “. . . I offered him my experience: we accumulate
The good in them
I didn’t mean to be gone this long; the hours piled up into days and then weeks, and once again I was a negligent blogger.
The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated
You know when you’re up against the ropes and you keep your hands by your head and take the hits while you catch your breath
Incarnate
Some of you may enjoy my latest essay at Good Letters, the Image blog. The title is “In the Flesh,” and here’s an excerpt: “These
The girl who is gone
I don’t know the first thing about how to be a father to a fifteen year-old girl. Today is her birthday and if she had
