Monthly Archives: October 2018


The attack du jour is distraction by other good things.   In a fit of irony, in the last two weeks I’ve counseled two of my friends to watch out for being distracted away from mission by good things – if the good things aren’t part of your mission, you can’t afford to let yourself get pulled away.   Then I let the same thing happen to myself, had to give myself the same speech, and then Pastor Dan covered it as part of his sermon last night.


I put about another 3K words down this weekend, after giving myself a stern talking to, and after I get these words out of my head, I’m back to work.   I’m at about 32,500 words now… goal at 50-80K.

Et voila!  I have something to write about today.   Thank you, God.  Off to write a personal modesty assessment.

If you’re one of my buddies and want to read a bit of the book, just drop me a line and I’ll send you a section to throw things at.


Sports vs. Martyrs

I was listening to a Jordan Peterson interview on youtube and the guy interviewing him was some kind of ex-sports star I guess.  They were talking about how kids look up to athletes, in the way they train themselves, and this was a good way to understand life.  Because being an athlete is super admirable.

So, yeah, that was weird.   I think some athletics are pretty cool – I like watching dance, synchronized swimming, gymnastics, and I lift weights.  (No, not “girl” weights.)  But that’s not “admirable”.  It’s a cool thing you can do with your body and I’m happy you can do it.  But I don’t look up to athletes as human beings.   I don’t feel like an athlete is superior to me.   That’s never even occurred to me.   No disrespect, just no particular reverence.

The people who inspire reflexive respect in me are people who have amazing character – whose souls are pure.   I grew up reading Corrie Ten Boom, I don’t even know how many times I’ve read the Hiding Place.   It wasn’t hiding the Jews that impressed me most.  It was the bit at the end.  It’s after the war.  Ms.  Ten Boom is giving a speech about forgiveness.   And one of the guards at the shower room in the concentration camp comes up and asks to shake her hand.   And she *does*.   That … THAT is the kind of person I want to be when I grow up.

But Peterson is right about the larger application.  If you want to be that kind of person, it can’t start in the moment of trial.   You have to practice and practice your whole life long.  You have to make a million small decisions to get there, you have to know WHY you do what you do, and you have to have total commitment to that “why”.

Athletes are fine and dandy… but I don’t admire them.  Martyrs though.  People who give their lives totally over to commitment to Christ?  For them I have respect.








Since my last post was about my pastor, I’ll update you.  The board of elders told him that he needed to take a month off to heal.  Right now he has water around his heart and lungs, hopefully he’ll have something done about that… in other words, the dialysis isn’t going super terrific.