The manager of the hairstyling school called me into her office yesterday and said, “Have a seat,” in a not-too-friendly way. I knew why I was there. Last time I got my haircut I shared my faith with about ten tattooed, studded and pierced, rocker-retro-punk stylists. And boy, did they complain. My friend who is
I belong to The Pocket Testament League, an organization that tries to provide Gospels of John to everyone who asks. It’s been around for a long time and they are doing a good work, but I have a problem with lesson #1 of their “Evangelism Boot Camp” of which I just subscribed. They offer some
In a response to E-vangie Tales #77 (24 Hour Witness, see below), someone wrote: “Seriously Steve, you actually let evil man get away just like that? That doesn’t sound like you…. what about plan#2? (for people like that) I’m not judging you, believe me, I have “walk outs” all the time, it just doesn’t seem
“I still feel very much like an atheist in the religious aspects of things. But there are spiritual planes that I’m aware of that I don’t know anything about and that I can’t explain. That’s why I think musicians are so revered and so important to our culture: We’re wizards; we sort of reveal a
(Photos are temporarily down from the host, but they’ll be up soon.) This is Kiera, a worker at Der Weinerscnitzel. I asked her if she had ever lied. She said, “No.” Stolen anything?” “No.” Looked with lust at someone?” “No.” Ever hated anyone or called them a name?” “No.” This was ridiculous, but I continued—she