Conversations with Taxi Drivers
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
I learned that home is a team sport.
Just a few examples of artists getting playful with neat possibilities afforded by music’s digital presentation.
The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.
But I was amazed by the openness of our students in some of their responses.
So during my sixth and final semester at Calvin, I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
Maybe restoration doesn’t have to be all or nothing, maybe it doesn’t have to be so black-and-white.
If a soccer club can sing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and then, for the most part, follow those words with action, Christians (read: I) can say “I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord,” and then live that out. Right?
X is for kisses. X is for porn. X is your signature and where you sign.
But I am not paid for caring about my job.