When we first moved to Auburn, Indiana, I thought I might need a few windows opened to the wider world – not that Auburn, Indiana, isn’t a pretty wide world – so I subscribed to some of the national newspapers in addition to the DeKalb County Star. Among the papers to which I subscribed was the Washington Post. They gave me a decent deal at $40 for the first year.  I knew the subscription would go to $100 per year after the first year, and that I would need to be vigilant about the auto-renew program in which they had enrolled me.

The Washington Post, as you may know, is owned by Jeff Bezos of Amazon, who also flies into space in his own Blue Origin spaceships.

While I was glad to be able to get past the Post’s paywall for an occasional news article or opinion piece, Jeff Bezos’ paper did not offer the clear view of the world I hoped it might, so I declined to re-up for the second year, especially at the $100 price tag. As soon as I clicked the “no thank you” button on the renewal site, a pop-up appeared telling me they would be happy to have me back for the same $40 I had been paying all along. Well, first, even at $40, I had not found the subscription all that worthwhile, and, secondly, it occurred to me that they were quite the scoundrels. They were dishonest. They would have been more than willing to take my $100 had I been willing to pay it. Only after I innocently said “no” did they offer me the deal they would have been willing to make all along.  I don’t like bartering with street vendors at tourist sites, and I did not want to barter with the third richest person in the world over a newspaper subscription. Continue reading →

A week ago, we were driving home from a week in Memphis, Tennessee (actually, Germantown, a nice suburb of Memphis).  Our return trip had been delayed a day by Killer Storm Landon (I don’t know why every winter storm needs a name!).  Landon was not the killer he was advertised to be, but still it was wise not to travel on Thursday when Memphis was covered in ice and a foot of still-falling snow was piling up on the ground in the north.

Plans are made to be changed.  Scripture suggests that all our plans should be made subject to the possibility that God will change them.  James cautions us, “Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit’— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, ‘If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.’”

If the Lord wills.

We did not need divine revelation to know that this past Friday would be a better travel day than Thursday.  Accuweather made things clear enough.  Friday it would be.  But we weren’t done changing plans. Continue reading →

This was written nearly a week ago.  The dull and dreary day of the forecast became a blustery blizzard, so we have delayed our return by a day.  Still, nothing dull and dreary about a four-year old’s birthday week.  It was a great time, and we should be home tonight.

If all has goes well, Becky and I will have returned home yesterday from a week in Memphis, Tennessee, celebrating our grandson Theo’s fourth birthday. There was to be a dinosaur theme for the party. What could be better!

In anticipation of the trip, I checked the forecast for yesterday’s weather before we left home.  At that point it told us to expect chilly temperatures and the possibility of snow when we arrived home.  But as you can see in the screen shot above, it went on to tell us it would be a dull and dreary day.

I wish the weather forecasters would stick to the weather.  How can any day be dull and dreary when you’re remembering a dinosaur-themed fourth birthday party?

Here’s to joy and thanksgiving in life!

If you were to tell me you may have left your Bible in the narthex or maybe in the chancel, I’d know exactly where to go to help you find it. If I were Anglican, I’d even know where to look if you thought you’d left it in the rectory. 
 
A friend from a non-denominational church background once joined our church and for months he’d make jokes about our Presbyterian vocabulary, insisting on calling the narthex a lobby and the chancel a platform.  He’s still a member of the church and my guess is that he now knows exactly where to look when someone tells him they may have left their Bible in the narthex or maybe in the chancel.  And he doesn’t make fun of our odd words.
 
Soon enough we learn the language spoken around us, whether the vocabulary has to do with baseball or politics, knitting or woodworking. Continue reading →

I was at the dentist’s office the other day, and as they were doing whatever it was they were doing, the youngish dentist and even younger assistant were talking about Lucille Ball. The assistant had just seen the new Nicole Kidman movie about Lucy and the dentist was interested in knowing what she thought of it. The conversation continued and the dentist talked about how he has seen some old “I Love Lucy” and “Lucy Show” reruns on Nick at Nite and the assistant said she had a DVD collection of the shows and that, well, she loves Lucy. When no one’s fingers or tools were in my mouth, they asked me if I had ever seen much of Lucille Ball. “I’m old enough to remember watching ‘I Love Lucy,’ first run and in black and white,” I said. Wikipedia tells us the series ran through 1960, so it is altogether likely that my memory serves me correctly.

I am old enough to be my dentist and his assistant’s father. And, yes, I am old enough to remember “I Love Lucy,” first run and in black and white. Continue reading →