Consider Adam, the very first person. He was perfect, lived in Paradise, and enjoyed limitless opportunity. He had authority, creative freedom, and a face-to-face friendship with the Creator of the universe. Imagine having a face-to-face friendship with God! Going for walks, discussing ideas, and even asking questions about the complexities of Creation. Please explain the science […]
Author: Paul Santhouse
I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m also a husband, father, and grandpa. Since I spent four decades working with books, and I believe the local church is where we become the kind of people Jesus would be in our shoes, that's mostly what this blog is about.
Thanks for visiting.
Paul
What’s up with people like that?
Tucked in a nice neighborhood of lush lawns, mature trees, and trimmed shrubbery, there’s one home that’s gone wild. An unkempt lawn, a rotting shed, a rusted swing set with one bent leg, and all the leaves and twigs from last year’s major storm. It looks abandoned. You ride by thinking, even if they don’t care […]
Tongue tamer.
My friends and I used to crouch beside my dad’s giant Wharfedale speakers, ears poised to catch every nuance of the music. Compared to our transistor radios, those speakers were like being on stage. That’s why I remember hearing Johnny Cash perform San Quentin live, right there at the prison. The song was a diatribe, and the […]
The secret of beach glass.
My grandparents collected beach glass. It’s what old people do for lack of purpose, thought my late-twenties self. (Though, to be fair, I did envy their shark’s teeth collection.) Over time, I realized their glass gathering was an evening unwind after their work was finished. They spent their days volunteering, praying for church and family matters, […]
Fishing in all weather
There are days I wouldn’t fish off the wall. Though pleasant — blue skies, great views, no crowds — there’s danger afoot. Spring hasn’t sprung, and the water is frigid. Mid-thirties frigid. Which is why we marveled at a rain-slickered man, working his lines, all by himself. It was unsettling. One absent-minded move and all could […]
