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New House

Finally we are moved into the new house near Hutchinson. In addition, we have a buyer for the old house. Things are working out nicely. I'll post pictures sometime soon.

The Fourth of July

I was very excited to be home for the 4th of July celebrations this year. Sterling prides itself in its holiday festivities for this event. Unfortunately, a series of complicated events moved the festivities to the weekend. The fireworks were supposed to be on the evening of the fourth, but torrents of rain rebuked that idea. Luckily, I have friends who are prepared to spend hundreds of dollars on their own personal stash and invite me to partake in the explosions thereof. My dad came down from Wichita, so I got to spend a couple of days with

A Serrated Edge: A Brief Defense of Biblical Satire and Trinitarian Skylarking

This short work by Douglas Wilson proved highly entertaining and moderately helpful, not only in explaining why it's right to make fun of people, but why modern evangelicalism is such a good target to aim our fun-making at.
A Serrated Edge: B


This Sunday, I'm leaving for Oaxaca, Mexico with some youth from a church in Hutchinson. I went there last year with the evangelical church in Sterling and had lots of fun serving the San Juan Numi tribe. Once I return, I'll post pictures here.

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