They took the stage after a night of bullriding, wearing matching black sequined jackets, sunglasses, and long beards (except for the one whose name is Beard), and they rocked the house at Reliant Stadium tonight for the final performance of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. I’m speaking, of course, of that little local band,…

The oldest Protestant church is not the Lutheran Church–they won’t be 500 years old until 2030. Rather, that title goes to the Moravian Church (also known as the Unity of the Brethren) which is celebrating its 550th anniversary this month. The roots of this denomination lie in the preaching and teaching of John Hus, burned…

Jim was wondering why I was moderating comments with a heavy hand … and then he saw some guy call me a “Dispensationalist” on another blog. He understood, then. And I had a belly laugh. I’ve been called many things (especially by folks on the antisemitic fringe)–but never that.

A poem by St. John of the Cross: I went out seeking love, and with unfaltering hope I flew so high, so high, that I overtook the prey. 1. That I might take the prey of this adventuring in God I had to fly so high that I was lost from sight; and though in…