When the bells jostle in the tower,
The hollow night amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour
Of all I ever did.
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I prefer to judge protestants by their clothes. (more…)

“Today, an enfeebled king courted the jester.”

But there’s always a first time!

In the hotel advertising business.

His Majesty prefers the opposite approach:  (more…)

Tube-free toilet paper.

I love the American spirit of innovation.

Language shapes us. To a point. (more…)

The Liberace museum closed its doors last week, so shouldn’t there be space in the world now for a Wayne Newton museum, if not indeed a pressing need to maintain the cosmic balance? (more…)

On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)

You never know what there will be a market for.

We know that the Light of Christ is a sure guide in matters of moral truth.  (more…)

Frankly, that’s why I couldn’t give a rat’s behind whether the members of the Covenant of Christ [Evangelical Presbyterian Church] think I’m Christian or not. It’s irrelevant. It doesn’t matter what the President of the United States thinks, or the Pope, or the Bishop, or even the Prophet. In fact, it really doesn’t directly matter what I think. See Matt. 7:21 The only one who even remotely gets a vote on that question is Christ himself.

That’s why I’m trying as hard as I can to live my life so that when the day finally comes that I get to actually ask Him, face to face, “Was I a Christian?”, I’ll get to see Him smile.

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Clever.     (more…)

A convenient listing.    (more…)