The Club: November 1999

He came in a year ago, hung over and trying to stay sober for a day. He's been back every Monday for a year, checking in and celebrating each milestone: one week, three months, a year of sobriety.

One Monday Lynn stopped by to say hello and swab down our bathroom. "What's really amazing about this place," He said as he realized she regularly dropped in and emptied the trash or did some other chore, "is how people just give into it. Time, books, things...this is not really a business, it's more like a club."

Four Years: October 1999


Rolling toward our 4th birthday, we are grateful for all who have sustained this little witness to the love of God in Christ Jesus. Thank you for buying books, for your generous donations, for your friendship and your prayers.

If you haven't been in for a while, you will be surprised at the number and breadth of the books on our shelves. I've been told that we have the largest selection of used Christian books for sale in a 100 mile radius.

God Speaks: September 1999

"He to whom the Eternal Word speaks," wrote Thomas a Kempis in The Imitation of Christ, "is sped and delivered from a multitude of opinions."

I love that we have a God who speaks. As the psalmist says, we don't worship dumb idols. "The word of god is like potato chips," a beloved Bishop once remarked. "Even though one word is so full and rich it can keep you going for years, you can't eat just one. You always want more."

Emeritus: May 2010

In Toastmasters, unlike the church, everybody gets to talk. A peer-driven organization, Toastmasters manages to operate without one, long-term boss. Thank God, I thought upon arrival in the fall of 2000, no Pastor. Hallelujah!

Nine Pins: September 2008

America's favorite game of setting up celebrities in order to knock them down has developed a desultory edge in this election year. The increasingly cracked pedestal can barely hold candidates up long enough for satisfying strike and so many people have joined the game that the gutters are full of errant balls.

Bad Boys in the Attic: October 2008

Stealthily, I am sneaking my ancient computer into the attic, aided and abetted by Barry's brawn. My 64K Morrow Micro Decision and its domestic partner, the daisy wheel printer, are being saved from the evil ThrowitOut Monster. After all, Great-Works encoded on floppy disks may someday be important. Yes, it still works. We checked. Ignoring years of snide remarks about computer graveyards, I ascend the upper reaches.

Oikos: February 2009

In Plain Living: a Quaker Path to Simplicity by Catherine Whitmire, I discovered that the Greek root of the word, Economy, is oikos--which means household. Usually when someone references The Economy, they are not talking about a household. Instead they are referring to a monolithic numbers game that exists somewhere out beyond cyberspace; a gargantuan, convoluted leviathan totally out of the control of any particular person or family.