MY BOOKMARK, a tag from a cheap shirt I bought at a mall, features a man who wears the same pair of eyeglasses that I have. It's funny how contemplative yet confused he looks, the same look I probably sported as I was reading some chapters in a medical textbook. Some concepts need time to be understood. The time of comprehension hasn't quite come yet.
THE NIGHT before her flight, Nanay tells me she has low back pain. “Is it just my posture?” she asks at 11 PM. “It aches when I sleep wi...
If, theoretically, you had a gifted child—someone who could solve problems mentally, without pen and paper; who already knew calculus before...
To the present hour we hunger and thirst, we are poorly dressed and buffeted and homeless, and we labor, working with our own hands. When r...
Memory is a mutable element, fickle in its suggestibility. It can be tricked to expand far beyond its true bounds, and yet, if overburdened,...
I've been blogging since 2004, and Tim Challies' article, " Nobody Respects A Blogger ," is a beautiful reminder of why I...
THE website was down for a few days. My domain host failed to receive any notices from me that my renewal fee had been paid a day before dea...
TOUR guides always refer to Christianity as if it were something distant: something that needs mentioning, but not too much. Talk about anyt...
This morning I overhead at the Schoenbrunn Palace, the Habsburg summer house, a family who looked brown and noisy and happy enough for me to...
Nothing arouses playfulness like the first experience of snow. From Gare Paris Est, I took an 11-hour train journey to Vienna, crossing ...
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”—Psalm 22:1 Were here behold the Savior in the depth of his sorrows. No other place so well sh...
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