Good Friday. It’s good, really good. Really, really.

I don’t normally read a lot of biographies or autobiographies, but I recently finished two of the best memoirs I’ve ever read – Waiting for Snow in Havana and Learning to Die in Miami by Carlos Eire. Carlos Eire was one of 14,000 unaccompanied children airlifted out of Cuba in 1962 as part of Operation Pedro Pan.

The second book, despite the not-so-uplifting title, is an amazing story of not only death, but also of rebirth. For Eire, everything died – his childhood, his social status, his culture, his family unit.   Everything.  But this is his incredible account of being re-born, and it all ultimately centers around his journey of faith.

Donkey Fart Doctors of Theology

I’m pleased to announce that I have now received a graduate degree.   I am now a self-proclaimed “Donkey Fart Doctor of Theology”.

I worked hard for this!

Ye who smelt it, dealt it

Actually, I found this phrase in A Very Brief History of Eternity by Carlos Eire.  In it, he quotes Thomas Muntzer (1488-1525), an early Reformation-era German theologian who apparently did not have nice things to say about Luther and other Reformers.  (The book link above will take you to Google Books where you can read more about this in context… and maybe pick up a few more choice phrases to use the next time you’re stuck in traffic.)

Ah, the good ol’ days when people were creative.