Harvest
Another kitchen sunrise in a land of bread but no bagels.
Let’s Go Exploring
I saw a 1958 Chevy Cameo last weekend. For those who don’t know your classic vehicles (like me), a 1958 Cameo looks like that picture on the left. Old trucks don’t normally get me excited, but this one had exactly 1.3 miles on its odometer. Fifty-five years old, and...![Discern [My] Own Adventure](https://thepostcalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/photo-31-1080x674.jpg)
Discern [My] Own Adventure
Discernment is hard work. I wish it were as easy as marking off a checklist. The hard part is the careful self-examination, the perseverance, the curiosity, the strain to hear that still, small voice.
What Men Live By
A parable offers you truth, but not directly. You have to work for it or, rather, you have to want it and want it as if you were in the story.
Scattered Moments
In the past month, I have slept in nine different beds, only three of which I consider (or considered) mine. I have traveled by plane, train, and automobile. And bicycle.
Habit
Small children are creatures of habit. Having been in the parental mindset for three years now, I’ve learned to stay on this side of sanity’s fine line by joining in (read: giving in) to these routines.
On Authorship
Even the fan mail we receive from young readers seems odd—I’ve never been interested in meeting or corresponding with the writers of books I love.
Sabbath
In the space of just a few steps along this sidewalk, the whole of New York seemingly faded away, while this courtyard remained set apart, consecrated, holy.
Cooked
For I, dear reader, have a confession: I never learned to cook. Or bake, or grill, or fry. Like not ever. Like not at all.
Bringing Vince Carter to Church
This tension comes from the American obsession with performance. The public wants an aging athlete to keep playing, but only if they can still perform.
