The Bad, Good Son

Dan Edelen has a post on a topic I've been thinking about a lot recently: how many Christians talk a good game but don't play it.

An excerpt:

The brother with the right answer missed it, didn’t he? He was probably the good son. The one who had it all together. Called dad “Sir.” He is the one his mother doted on.

The other? Possibly the surly one. Today’s version would be up in his bedroom, its windows painted black, listening to Godsmack while he surfed those sites on the Internet.

Read the whole thing.

Business and Busyness

So. . . it doesn't look like I'll make it to two hundred posts this year. My writing and drawing classes are slamming me with work and I'm trying to also enjoy Christmas with my family, so blogging has taken a back seat. I have some ideas for posts, though, so as soon as my semester finishes this blog should pick back up. Until then, Merry Christmas.