When We’re Not Who We Thought  We Were

When We’re Not Who We Thought We Were

I was at the public library in Fort Wayne this week, which has the second largest genealogy collection in the United States, and they presented me with a leather bound book of my family’s genealogy dating back to a Joseph Gulley who was born at the tail end of the...
When We’re Not Who We Thought  We Were

Why I Am A Progressive Christian

This week saw another mass shooting, this time in Las Vegas, committed by a man who, from what I could tell, worshiped at the altar of easy wealth and self-indulgence, a man whose character was deformed not by religion or nationalism, but by an overblown sense of...
When We’re Not Who We Thought  We Were

Who We Stand With

I began watching the Ken Burns special on the Vietnam War yesterday, on my phone.  What an odd little thing that still is to me, watching a television program on one’s telephone.  The biggest phone advancement when I was a kid was when the rotary phone gave way to the...
When We’re Not Who We Thought  We Were

Wouldn’t That Be Something?

This past Thursday, September 21st, was the International Day of Peace, instituted by the United Nations in 1982.  It was celebrated this year by America vowing to “totally destroy North Korea,” which struck me as a bit of an over-reaction, and somewhat ironic, but...
When We’re Not Who We Thought  We Were

Snuffy Smith, America, and Me

Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night, I do what call psychologists call life review and think about my childhood, which has a relaxing effect.  So one night this week, I think it was Monday night, I was remembering how after church Mom would take us to Johnston’s IGA...