I’m reluctant to lean in on this. Every man and his dog has had a jab and jibe.
Mostly barks. The twittersphere is in complete meltdown.
Lee Stroebel is removing him from his popular book The Case for Faith.

When the Titanic left the Harland & Wollf shipyard in Belfast and entered the choppy Irish sea for the first time on 2, April 1912, Thomas Andrew, the chief naval architect, had no doubt in his mind it would pass its trials and be declared seaworthy. After all, rumours were floating around for months before its arrival in Southampton that it was the ship that was unsinkable.

I remember years ago watching a TV documentary about the notorious serial killer Ted Bundy. It was an interview on death row an hour before he was to be executed.

For most young adults, growing up in the church presents a shared fear of being single. I believe this feeling is more intense than for those who likely never I Never Kissed Dating Goodbye grew up in the church.

I recently read an article in the Guardian about a journalist who set himself a challenge of not reading any headlines in the news for a month. The notion of whether it would make him feel better about the world?

I don’t Netflix and Chill, however, I do enjoy the slow immersion of podcasts. I auto-subscribe to a checkerboard diet to level up my health, wealth, and wisdom like it’s some superpower.

The first response always given when something terrible happens to someone is: Why? Why me? Why now? Why not him or her? Why on earth? Why, why, why?