Spring training

Growing up

Cousins

For a little flashback from 2008 ...

A night not fit for man nor beast

I hit a reindeer on Christmas Eve. Or it hit me. Either way, my Honda of nearly 10 years and more than 263,000 miles took it on the chin. The insurance company totaled it. I've downsized to a Honda of smaller though newer vintage. In Europe, they call it the Jazz, which I prefer to the Fit. Either way, at least my mpg will increase. R.I.P. CRV.

Easter

At the moment Mary recognized the risen Jesus in the garden, we wish the copious questions and doubts and struggles and battles and suffering of humanity were answered, settled and banished once and for all. But certitude wasn’t born in that moment. Faith was. A faith whose destiny was to change the whole created order.

That moment changes this moment and all that are to come.

Cooper for Governor

Our Cavalier sports a campaign-worthy pose in front of the State Capitol on Saturday, April 9.

This Weinermobile cuts the mustard

Spotted during yesterday's snowstorm on our way back from central Illinois, on Interstate 94. We were able to ketchup and pass.

How do you baptize someone who's 6-foot-11?

See Dwight Howard's other dunking here.

I long to be, in a church by the sea ...

"For more than 15 years, I didn’t go to church (except for lots of visits in my professional capacity). When I was in my early 20s, the Episcopal church I attended regularly split. Factions formed, sides were taken, harsh words were spoken. A spiritual tug of war ensued and left the community in tatters. It was awful, traumatic — the worst that church has to offer."

That's not my story. The only part in common is that I didn't go to church much in my 20s because I worked until 2 a.m. Sundays (Saturday nights). At least, that was my excuse.
The above, rather, is the story of one of my former religion writer colleagues — and I'm stretching the truth to include myself among her ilk, as she was one of the best.

Her tale — here — is worth reading, regardless of what you believe about church.

Cubs turn their backs on Sandberg

It's another frustrating day in Cubville.

I seldom agree with what the Chicago Tribune writes about the Cubs, but this one is right on the mark. Ryno deserved better.

Tribune story

Chicago Tribune photo

Membership has its privileges

Groucho Marx reportedly said: “I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.”

When the church is being the church (and not a club), it will have us as members. Isn’t that outrageous?