Confessions of a klutz

Imagine a tall rack of heavy wire with four stubby feet, designed to be leaned against a wall and filled with CDs. Imagine that it’s currently empty and leaning backwards against a wall, so that the feet (each in the shape of a ball) are facing outward.Imagine a...

It’s always Funtime, when memories flow

During the past four months of spending weekends in Chattanooga — after having not lived in the area for more than 30 years — I have had several nostalgic moments. But greeting David and Marcia Kling — good Presbyterians visiting First Baptist Church to hear one of...

Women in Ministry: Right, Inevitable, Overdue

Years ago the eminent Walter Rauschenbush wrote regarding women in ministry, “Plainly women are here as our equals in religion, in the intellectual life, in industry and in the life of our commonwealths. When a thing is both right and inevitable, we might as...

Samson: National Hero or Terrorist?

As much national attention is given to terrorism, and along with it the demonization of the Islamic faith, it is surprising that so few commentators have inspected our own Judeo-Christian tradition for traces of violence associated with creed or theological belief....

School Fees Burden Congolese Families in Poverty

I’m in a Congolese city called Butembo for a bit, continuing my research on the role local organizations play in providing public goods in fragile states. The work is going fine. For the first time ever, I’m no longer a grad student and I have research...

Celebrating Coot Veal’s birthday

My basement is filled with baseball stuff: bats, balls, bubblegum cards, bobbleheads and whatever else I’ve picked up at ballparks and antique stores over the years. There is even a salmon can filled with pebbles to cheer on the Anchorage Bucs during a cool night game...