“If you’ve grown weary of the hyper-partisanship that plagues and paralyzes our national debate; if you’re exhausted by the ‘outrage industrial complex’ that vilifies those on the other side of the political aisle; if you’re exasperated by our current culture of divisiveness that turns friends and family members into enemies and makes political progress impossible—there …
The Front Porch – September 10, 2020
I’ve lived my entire life in big cities. My first 30 years were spent in Los Angeles, the last 26years here in San Diego. I know nothing about sheep or shepherds. The Front Porch September 10, Issue 23
The Front Porch – September 3, 2020
I’ve never been much of a Superhero guy. I don’t think I owned a single comic book growing up. Other than watching the occasional Superman, Spiderman or Batman, it just wasn’t my thing. So much of the hype around the Avengers or Marvel has largely been lost on me. The Front Porch September 3, Issue …
The Front Porch – August 27, 2020
We are knee-deep into yet another presidential election cycle. Politicians are masters at telling their constituencies what they want to hear. The Front Porch August 27, Issue 22
The Front Porch – August 20, 2020
I spent some time at a group home in Logan Heights this week. The home houses 11 men, many of whom have struggled with both addiction and mental health-related issues…often referred to as “dual diagnosis”. The Front Porch August 20, Issue 21
The Front Porch – August 13, 2020
We like having choices. When I was a kid we had 7 television channels to choose from (not counting UHF…which is a reference completely lost on anyone under 40 years old). With the advent of cable that number tripled. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
The Front Porch – August 6, 2020
We have lived in the parsonage across the alley from the church for almost 26 years now. The house immediately to our west is a rental property. We have seen many tenants come and go over the years, including in the last month.
The Front Porch – July 30, 2020
God showed the prophet Ezekiel a vision of languishing: a valley full of dry bones. It was the image of a failure to thrive.