The Rabbit Room

Aaaaaaa, even the cover photo makes me homesick.

Thank you for putting yourself out there for the sake of Christ. 
I remember a few years back (though it seems a eternity ago) when you were expressing doubt about coming to Hutchmoot, about what sort of welcome “people like me” might find there. I wondered if you perhaps had some unorthodox theological views or something.
Only much later –…[Read more]

Thank you, Kevan. My wife and I found tremendous encouragement in your Hutchmoot session last year — and your attitude is a welcome reminder of the joy with which we should receive the good (if often perplexing) gifts of God.

It took me several years of Hutchmoots to learn this. From “if we only lived closer” to feeling like I had to be involved in everything for fear of missing out (and missing the beauty of the moment in front of me), to pining for the Nashville mountaintop at the expense of my local church family, I had a lot of things to get straight.
What a poi…[Read more]

This is beautiful; I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time I was reading.
Thank you.

Nothing like realizing you began two consecutive paragraphs with “for what it’s worth”. I blame tiny phone screens.

Great article, @jonnyjimison.

All I can think of is Cohen the Barbarian in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series — although, to be honest, there are probably loads of Doctor Who episodes that subvert the usual sci-fi and horror tropes.

For what it’s worth, I had very little exposure to (the real) Captain Marvel before seeing this film, but I loved the angle they took; like…[Read more]

Brilliant. Thank you for expressing this for the rest of us.

Thanks for talking.

Heehee. Keep it up, good sir.

Here I am, late to the party as usual. Dang, Ron, this is the kind of thing I need to read every day for the rest of my life. Thank you for your faithful conveyance of hard-won spiritual truths. I just wish I knew what to say “I am” right now (aside from a few of the basics). There’s plenty to ponder.

Dang, DKM. Words with the lightness and grace of a virtuoso ballerina (if that’s not a painful food-processor blending of terms).