Roger Martin

My name is Roger Martin, Jr., and I’m a rambling man if there ever was one. I’ve lived in 17 different houses in 13 different cities in 8 different states. I am a father, a roofer, a teacher, a reader, an husband, a Jesus-follower, a carpenter, a thinker, and a lifetime member of "Sinners Anonymous." I love my family, Taco Bell, music, New England, God, Dr. Pepper, Ethiopia, games, driving, a great question and anything outdoors. For better or worse, I almost always have something to say. Like I said; I’m a ramblin’ man.

Philando Castile and the Things We White People Say

  A police revolver rings out.  Several times.  Another black man in America bleeds out.  Most all agree that these killings are a terrible tragedy.  And we–my white brothers and sisters and I–wanting to be helpful, offer our counsel.  These deaths could be prevented.  The story can end up differently. If only the black man …

The Reason Memaw Entered Heaven…and Others Don’t

  [I dedicate this blog to Memaw—my dear mother-in-law—who died 366 days ago and who would have celebrated her 94th birthday today.]   Memaw entered heaven.  Others won’t.   Why not?  Simple.  They don’t want to.   So why does that idea sound so odd? Because it does not square with a narrative of heaven …

Those Lazy Mexicans

  It was a conversation about a storm…that created a storm.  “Hey, Roger, did you hear about that storm Saturday?”  Well, no.  We were out of town.  “You should have seen it.  There were limbs down everywhere.  There was a big one down the street.  Those lazy Mexicans didn’t even bother to clean it up.” …

Kathy Griffin and the Power of Labels

    Labels.   Liberal left. Far right. Fundamentalists. Feminists. Republicans. Democrats. Environmentalists. Illegals. Conservatives.  Blacks. Whites. Calvinists. Charismatics.  Abortionists. Creationists. Evolutionists. Gays.  Christians. Rappers.  Millennials.  Boomers.  Legalists.  Atheists. Muslims.   Labels.  That’s all they are.  Just identifiers.  Markers.  Definers.  Nothing more.   Jesus was having a dinner party with some friends of a friend.  …

A Ramblin Man Moves On

  I entered the blogosphere as a ramblin man, framing myself as the guy who had managed to live in almost 20 places in his lifetime and always had something to say. Ramblin from place to place.  Ramblin thoughts.  A ramblin man.  Clever, I thought.  I would share various ramblin thoughts on a blog by the …

Should I feast or should I fast?

One child dies every 10-15 seconds due to hunger-related causes, and 870 million people were suffering from malnutrition in 2012. (Source: worldhunger.org) Within a few miles of my home in Huntsville, AL are dozens of restaurant buffets where I can eat any amount I want. If I skipped a buffet meal and gave the $10 …

When the Game is Stacked Against You. Part 2

[It will help to have read the post “When the Game is Stacked Against You” before reading this post.] It’s probably happened to you. You are playing a game where another player gets all the good cards. Every time it looks like you’ve got a little chance to get back in the game, that player …

When the Game is Stacked Against You

I had been looking forward to this game night for days. A friend and I were pulling out the classic Agricola game for a couple of hours of great fun. At the beginning of the game, you are dealt a number of cards, each of which will give you a particular ability or benefit or …

Crimes of Desperation

One of the more fascinating prayers recorded in the Bible is voiced by a man named Agur, whose prayer is one of the “Proverbs.” He writes: “Two things I ask of you, Lord; do not refuse me before I die: Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give …

The Killer Deal

I live in Huntsville, Alabama, in a $9,000 home on a decent-size corner lot in a simple little neighborhood. I would guess that it takes me almost an hour to mow my lawn. Often, neighbors will stop by my house and offer to do some work. I remember one particular day not long after I …