Theology, opinion, fiction, and the occasional limerick.
I feel I should begin this post by saying that I do not watch the steaming sewage pipeline that is Big Brother Brazil, one of Brazilian TV’s most popular programs. I have much better things to do with my time. Like getting a root canal, for example. For those unfamiliar with the Big Brother TV…
The following was inspired by this tweet, and the kerfuffle that erupted around it. From: The Elders of the Ten Northern Tribes of Israel To: The Prophet Elijah Dear Elijah, The purpose of this letter is to express our dismay at the harsh condemnations you have directed of late towards the person of Her Royal…
I’m certainly not the only one who saw the handwriting on the wall when the big tech companies colluded to de-platform Donald Trump. If they can do that to the sitting president of the United States, and get away with it, what is to prevent them from doing it to little ol’ me? Answer: absolutely…
I’ve long contended that God has a biting sense of humor. The plagues of Egypt, the talking donkey, Christ’s hilarious jabs at the Pharisees – all represent some pretty high comedy in the pages of Scripture. But even I could not have predicted the exquisite timing of the “divine comedy” that unfolded last week. I…
Arguing for the truth of God’s word is made that much easier when the pagans are gracious enough to do the heavy lifting. In Romans 1:18-32 the apostle Paul describes for us the sequence of degradation experienced a society that has rejected the Creator. As I read the daily headlines, I am always reminded of…
The other day, around the dinner table, I had a talk with my boys about race. Here, in the form of a letter to them, is the gist of our conversation. Dear Michael and Nathanael, The time has come, I think, to talk to you about race. I really wish the world were in a…
In the part of Brazil where I live, it doesn’t take long for people to figure out that I’m not Brazilian. In the olden days of yore (roughly six months ago), the first question that followed the revelation of my American nationality would be something like “What part of the US are you from?”, “How…
Thanksgiving is dead. For all practical purposes, as a time when society as a whole pauses to thank God for His manifold blessings, it does not exist. And it didn’t die of natural causes either. It was brutally murdered by a three-headed beast which, by the way, is also killing society as a whole. Thanksgiving…
The other day it occurred to me that it had been a while since I checked for new reviews for the Missionary Max books on Amazon. Turns out, there was indeed a new one for Missionary Max and the Lost City, and it’s…well…um…take a look: How is this written in this century let alone this…
The year was 1822, and Dom Pedro – the newly-minted emperor of the newly-minted nation of Brazil – had two major problems on his hands. His first headache involved the northern cities of Salvador, Belém, and my own beloved São Luís. While the south of Brazil was firmly in the camp of the Brazilian independence…