“Surely you know that if a man can’t be cured of churchgoing, the next best thing is to send him all over the neighbourhood looking for the church that “suits” him until he becomes a taster or connoisseur of churches.” – Uncle Screwtape, from C.S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters When I moved to Charlotte, I… Continue reading Shopping around…

A couple of years ago, Donnette and I participated in our church’s Newly-Wed game during the annual Valentine’s Day dinner. In the first round, Donnette along with the three other wives were asked to leave the room while the guys remained behind to answer questions, based, presumably, on how we thought our wives would answer. In other words,… Continue reading Natural Born…

The most popular question I’m asked when I tell people what we’re doing is, “do you speak French?” I’m always forced to say no, though I do speak American French, which is just English, spoken more loudly and slowly, and is generally considered obnoxious by all but the most generous of listeners. * The second… Continue reading The second most asked question…

I’ve been thinking about this last weekend a good bit. Nothing special happened, the three of us went to breakfast, did a little shopping, watched the Olympics, I ran some errands while the girls napped, then we ate dinner and watched more Olympics. It was a normal Saturday. It’s been on my mind because I’ve… Continue reading Contexts

But it seems South Carolina has perfected it. My task what for the morning was simple. I needed to get a SC drivers license. I looked online, knew where the building was, knew what time it opened (or so I thought), knew what documents I needed (again, what do I know?), found them as best… Continue reading The French may have invented red tape…