Partly Wrong Book Chapter

This is a chapter from my book, Partly Wrong.

Of Course Parents Are Screwy

  Two years ago, my oldest son, Roger, graced my Father’s Day with a lengthy email detailing specific events where I had blessed him. He recalled one of our U-Haul trips: “I think one of my earliest memories of us together was in the moving truck as we headed north. You probably gave me some …

Monsters Like Me

  The blogger I was reading was blunt: “Someone needs to put a baseball bat up this punk’s ass.” Other online commenters talked about the “little shit.” So who is the punk? On January 28, 2015, on the University of Stanford campus, two Swedish international students discovered a man assaulting a woman who appeared to …

America’s Most Dangerous Person

  In 2009, the Sydney Opera and the Ethics Centre co-founded an annual event, “The Festival of Dangerous Ideas,” which would continue on until 2016. The goal was to bring people together to discuss and debate important issues. Below is a listing of some of the ideas that were “presented” over the years. Religion poisons …

The Perfect Church

  Jesus once said: “where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” (Matthew 18:20, NIV) Cue the strumming of harps. Jesus’ words are a beautiful reality, but here is another reality. Where two or three gather in Jesus’ name, they are still partly wrong. When partly wrong people gather together …

What Sodom Got Wrong

  “At least I’m not an axe-murderer.”  This is a colorful way of saying, “I’ve got issues, but not like others do,” or “Sure, I’m wrong on some things–small things–but I’m not wrong on the big things. I struggle with sin, but not with the serious stuff.”  This thinking is founded on one critical assumption: …

I Have Nothing to Learn from You

  I love to read. I can’t remember when I didn’t. Mom and Dad would tuck me into bed as a kid, but after they left, I would sneak out a flashlight so I could finish reading a book. A granddaughter of mine does the same (don’t tell her parents), and I could not be …

The Last of the Debaters

  When I was in high school, I loved to debate. I had been honing my craft for years, but my parents failed to fully appreciate my skills. They called it arguing. I disagreed, citing five obvious reasons they were wrong. Years later, Mom and Dad are still in denial…and therapy. High school allowed me …

The Broken People God Uses

  God was certainly not going to be doing anything good through my life. That was for certain. Most kids discover their sexuality in adolescence. Not me. I was barely 5 years old. I can’t tell you how it happened or when, only that it did. It brought the most amazing sensations. With the good …

Ignorance is Bless

  There is something magical about sailing. I love the classic Christopher Cross song by that name, and I have always harbored a sailing fantasy. Imagine, then, the moment years ago, when I discovered someone on Craigslist was giving away a Sunfish sailboat. I snatched it up both for the thrill of sailing and the …

I Did Not See That Coming

  I have moved from one house to another…a lot.  By my count, I have lived in 19 different houses, meaning I’ve moved 18 times in 56 years.  I consider myself a bit of an expert. Let me tell you a fun story about move number 16, a move that took my family from Alabama …