Online Book-signing Tomorrow!

Just a reminder: I’m doing an online book-signing tomorrow, Thursday, May 2 at 3:30 PM Eastern. I’m told there’s still room available so if you haven’t registered yet, please hurry and sign up here.

After you register, you’ll receive a unique link that you’ll use to log into the event. There will also be a phone number and access code that you can use to call in to the event if a pc isn’t handy.

I’ll be joined by two other authors. We’ll be yakking about writing, our books, and other stuff. Also, just for attending the event, you’ll receive bookstubs for an ebook version of each of our books, completely FREE!

Come one, come all!

e-Cheers!

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Matt Groening based the character of “Barney” on me. True fact.

Na zdravie! Cin cin! La Chaim!

I have been known to indulge in adult beverages on rare occasions—ahem—and like most people, I don’t like drinking alone.

Well, now the good folks at Budweiser (the sole reason for the continued existence of St. Louis) have made it possible to drink with all of your bestest buddies, even those you don’t know yet, every time you raise your glasses in a toast.

Introducing the Buddy Glass, the world’s first social networking pint glass! Hooray?

The idea behind this bizarre use of “because-we-can” technology, is that when you clink glasses, you automatically connect with others doing the same thing on Facebook. This is accomplished via a chip embedded in the glass.

Reaction has been mixed.

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My Heroic Announcement

All the talk in the sports world today is about Jason Collins, a professional basketball player, who publicly announced that he is gay. This is a big deal for pro athletes, men who many would cite as the epitome of the macho, lady-killer persona. And no, macho and gay are not mutually exclusive terms. However, this isn’t the point I’d like to make. What I want to do, is take issue with the notion that Mr. Collins is somehow a hero for stating in public what he is in his heart, a gay man.

Here’s a bold statement: I believe that in our society, it’s no great feat of heroism to acknowledge that you’re gay. In fact, I can’t think of anything that will be more likely to elicit rounds of applause and atta-boys from the world at large. Furthermore, to state that you’re heterosexual in the same manner gets you labeled as a bigot for somehow suggesting that heterosexuality is the proper, God-ordained orientation.

In fact, in the wake of Mr. Collins’ announcement, many have had the temerity to assert their belief that, as a Christian, Muslim, or Jew, they cannot approve or condone of Mr. Collins’ life-style. Those people, in the media I’ve sampled, have been roundly castigated as narrow-minded, unenlightened, religious zealots.

Speaking as a Christian—or at least someone who strives to be a Christian while failing mightily over and over—I must agree that homosexuality is not something I understand as God’s will for men and women. Our society tells us that our thinking must evolve so that we can call what is objectively disordered as good. Rather than getting in an argument over theology, let me just state my position on the subject:

Over the course of time, I have had three gay roommates. Each of them were lovely people, who I liked very much and still do. They were men struggling to understand themselves, their relationships with other men, and with God. Let me also add the trite-but-true statement that I have several gay friends and acquaintances. I am not ashamed to call them friends, nor do I feel ill at ease when I meet gay couples. It is not for me to judge the condition of their hearts. It is enough for me to rigorously denounce my own heart for its many treasons against the God who created me.

Therefore, I hereby announce that I do not believe homosexuality is what God wants for men and women, because as a Christian, I believe God wants the very best for us. If a man or woman, who through genetics, psychological adaptations, trauma, or other factors find themselves attracted to the same sex, I can only wish them safety and peace as they try to find God’s perfect will for their lives. I know for a certainty that God loves them very much and wants their ultimate happiness.

Growing Old Gracefully

oldmanAs someone who has elderly parents, and one who has had lots of interaction with the elderly, I am always reminded of Psalm 90:

 Our days may come to seventy years,or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.¹

To be long-lived is a blessing and a curse. There is more time to repent of sin, to seek God’s face, to prepare our heart for the great passing over. But oh the price we pay for it! Sickness, fragility, mental diminution, loss of friends and loved ones, relinquishing our independence, and coming to terms with our mortality.

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My Bromance

Much has been said about the extraordinary young man that is Kirk Cousins.

Isn't he dreamy??
Isn’t he dreamy??

People have used terms like classy, solid, well-spoken, down-to-earth, genuine, and Christian. These are all things that Kirk is and continues to be, despite the attention he gets.

Oh, and he’s not a bad quarterback either.

I’ve watched him grow up from an un-recruited kid out of Holland Christian H.S. in southwest Michigan, to a three-year captain of my Spartans, to a 4th round draft pick of the Washington Redskins. Just this past Saturday, the Spartans held their annual Spring Green & White game and guess who was in the broadcast booth doing color? Yup, Captain Kirk. You know what? He did a great job. His first time out, but you’d never known it. I’m not surprised.

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Nooooo!

Ooo! They have it in blue!
Ooo! They have it in blue!

I admit it. I have a problem with food. Actually, it’s more of a love-hate relationship: I love to eat, and hate stopping. So over the course of time, I’ve gotten a little, uh, fluffy.

Oh, I exercise. There’s lots of stairs in my home, and then there’s yard work, oh, and taking the garbage to the end of the driveway on Fridays…and brushing my teeth—that’s great for developing your lats and upper core, or so I’m told.

[shifty-eyes] Ahem.

But hey, I’m not alone and that makes all of us fat and near-fat a thriving market. Where there’s a dollar to be made on other people’s misery, you can bet there’s an entrepreneur—probably some jerkass that does 10K runs on weekends when he’s not mountain climbing—ready to cash in, with some idiotic, overwrought and overpriced technology aimed at making the miserable less so. It’s soooo hi-tech, it’s gotta work, right?

Well, now there’s hope for the horizontally challenged: the HAPIfork. Get it? “Hapi.” Cute eh?

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