Reading to my sister Lisa during the opening of our neighborhood library. By the way, in case you have not heard of it, a library is a place that has a lot of books where people can borrow them…
Video I made for my dad:
Officiating wedding for older son’s best friend, Tyler. David was best man. Special time!
One of my favorite living writers, Eugene Peterson, reflects on the faithfulness of his parents:
The great suburban build-out is over….We shall have to live with its consequences for a long time. The chief consequence is that the living arrangement most Americans think of as “normal” is bankrupting us both personally and at every level of government…A further consequence is that two generations have grown up and matured in America without experiencing what it is like to live in a human habitat of quality. We have lost so much culture in the sense of how to build things well. Bodies of knowledge and sets of skills that took centuries to develop were tossed into the garbage, and we will not get them back easily. The culture of architecture was lost to Modernism and its dogmas. The culture of town planning was handed over to lawyers and bureaucrats, with pockets of resistance mopped up by the automobile, highway, and real estate interests.
You might say the overall consequence is that we have lost our sense of consequence. Living in places where nothing is connected properly, we have forgotten that connections are important.
Howard Kunstler, The Geography of Nowhere: The Rise and Decline of America’s Man-Made Landscape (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1993), 245-46.
HT: Patrick Schreiner at Ad Fontes
Barnabas Piper (on the left) is one of John Piper’s sons. Barnabas has recently written a candid account of being a pastor’s kid (PK), especially the PK of a famous pastor.
Here is a revealing answer to a question (rest of interview below):
Religion News Service: What is one thing people would be shocked to learn about the Piper household?
Barnabas Piper: Depends on who you ask. Those who are huge fans might be surprised to know that our family has a lot of tensions and quirks. We have dysfunction and conflict. We don’t always get along very well. It’s not the idyllic repository of peace and knowledge they might have painted a picture of in their heads.
Those who see him as a heavy-handed fire breather would be surprised to know that he loves movies like “What About Bob” and is fiercely competitive. He even got a yellow card for berating a referee at one of my brothers’ soccer games one time.
Recent article on my dad’s faith: