Mug Shot

I don’t consider myself a mug collector per se, but I love mugs. I consider the mugs I use as an extension of my personality. Some people broadcast their identity to the world through the music they listen to. I do the same though the cups I choose to use for my morning coffee. True…

It’s all about the likes

I guess I should have understood this a while ago, but there are times where I’m a bit slow on the uptake 1. I set out on this discipline of blogging every day simply because I thought it would be a healthy outlet for my wandering mind. To that end, this discipline has far exceeded…

You’re in my seat

There is a running joke 1 about “reserved pews” in many churches. People in a congregation could be welcoming, friendly, and genuinely kind – but sit in their pew and all Christian charity goes out the window. “This is my seat, you have to move!” I wish I could say it’s a worthless cliche, but…

A vacation retrospective

I have my blog scheduled through Wednesday, but as we’ve just returned from vacation I wanted to share some reflections before I get back to my more “normal” grind. As folks who read Painfully Hopeful may have surmised, this second week of vacation took our family up to Massachusetts. During this trip we got to…

Hanging out at Old Sturbridge Village

During the second leg of our vacation we were able to travel North and visit several spots in Massachusetts, the first of which was Old Sturbridge Village. Having just returned from Colonial Williamsburg, it was fascinating to jump not only the hundreds of miles North of that site, but also fifty years into Williamsburg’s future….

Finding bounds in a changing world

Contested Boundaries, a book I wrote about recently, is an engaging read on the nature of struggle between “old” and “new” lights in the era of itinerancy. For the old lights, morality and religious purity were outworking of a localized religious establishment. The presence of an established parish served as a guarantee of security for…