As my wife and I wept while we watched the news coverage of the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting, I felt so frustrated that there probably wasn’t anything resembling an obvious or simple solution to this problem. I also felt deeply pained by the spiritual implications. One anecdote shared by a journalist that night made an impact on me.
When the person who’s selling a solution is the same person who’s looking for the problem, there’s a huge conflict of interest: even the honest preacher will be tempted to distort or exaggerate the problem.
I take a look at how cool new technology might open up sports like soccer to a new world of statistical analysis.
This fall my wife and I hit Salt Lake City for a concert at The State Room. The main act was an artist we’ve both followed since her excellent debut album in 2004: Mindy Smith.
In the first debate between Romney and Obama, Romney walked out with a historic win. Obama was underprepared and unfocused. But I want to explore another factor that hurt him deeply: he forgot about Romney’s Etch-A-Sketch.
My precious little daughter Harper came two weeks early, healthy and happy. I wanted to quickly jot down a few simple thoughts about her first couple of days.
I try to disentangle the reasons I wanted to become a dad. There are so many intertwined, contradictory, ambiguous factors. Some are selfish. Some are noble. Some are naive. Some are wise. I have faith that parenthood epitomizes the concept of “rewarding sacrifice” as well as anything else I can do in life.
I heard a saying once that goes, “Once you get to know people, it’s impossible to hate them.” I’m not sure if this is always true on the individual level, but on the collective level it seems to be. Put in other words, there are good people everywhere.
A beautiful area in northwestern Spain called Las Médulas prompted some thoughts on the implications of seeing God’s hand in everything, even if it turns out he’s not actually involved in everything, and what the pros and cons of making such an assumption are.
I’ve noticed I have a strong distaste towards the word “commandment” when used in the religious sense. The commandments. Keep the commandments. The Ten Commandments. Et cetera.