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Why I Am A Christian, Part 3
God and I have not always been on speaking terms. Not that I blame him; he’s always in the right, always perfect. I don’t always like reality. Sometimes I think The Way Things Are sucks. So I complain to God, and he says, “Tough.” Then I get miffed at him for not taking my side,…
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Is Race Necessary?
Why is Barack Obama black? Or, if you prefer, African-American? What makes a man with a white mother and a black father “black” instead of “white?” If we must choose race for the child of parents from different races, why must we choose the darker parent? Why not the lighter? Does having a black father…
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Why I Am A Christian, Part 2
I wrote the following many years ago before I married or had children. I was attending a Christian college, and going through a crisis of faith. I don’t believe in God. Oh, don’t misunderstand me. I know God is. I know he created everything, and I know he sent Jesus to rescue man from death…
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Being Grumpy
I’ve always admired great curmudgeons: men—they are always men; there is no polite word for a woman curmudgeon—who are at once witty and wise and aloof. They have both inspired and excused my own grumpiness. Of course, there’s more to being a curmudgeon than grumpiness, but an ungrumpy curmudgeon is as oxymoronic as a gloomy…
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Why I Am A Christian, Part 1
I was born and raised a Christian, so I started out with one strike against me. How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven! I was better than other kids: didn’t cuss, didn’t dance, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink. But I didn’t want to be defined by what I didn’t do.…