Biography and Eulogy (Friday Devotional)

For consider your calling, brothers: not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.

- 1 Corinthians 1:26-29

One genre of literature I enjoy reading is biographies. To write these, historians spend months, sometimes years, poring over primary sources and interviewing relevant figures to understand their subjects as fully as possible. Then, over a few hundred pages, they give readers the highlights of people’s lives: the biggest decisions and most important moments that explain who they were and why they matter.

An alternative way to synthesize someone’s life is through a eulogy, usually given at someone’s funeral. In some ways, eulogies are similar to biographies; both seek to sum up a life. But where biographies tend to focus on accomplishments, eulogies are more personal. Rather than pointing to the big moments that a biography would highlight, eulogies are all about little moments—small acts of kindness, meaningful points of connection, small stories that illustrate a larger narrative.

The world encourages you to find your identity in your biography: your achievements, your accolades, your moments in the sun. These, we are assured, are the things you will be remembered for. And maybe that’s true for the presidents, pro athletes, and business titans you find in the library’s Biography section.

But for most of us—those whose only published biographies will be the obituaries our families write—those biographical elements will be secondary. It’s the characteristics highlighted in the eulogy that will stick. Did people know you cared about them? Did you give of yourself to help others? Did you point people to Jesus?

In a world so focused on the biography, maybe Christians can be the ones focused on the eulogy. Following the lead of a Lord who spent most of his earthly ministry pouring into a mere 12 disciples, we could focus less on mass impact and more on the personal touch. Believers can be the ones with the perspective to know what matters in the end: not what you accomplished, but how you lived.

Chances are, none of what you do today will make your biography. But your eulogy is up for grabs—with every interaction you have today, what will you add to it?

Buttered Noodles and Kind Words (Friday Devotional)

Anxiety weighs down the human heart,

    but a good word cheers it up. 

- Proverbs 12:25

A few nights ago, Lindsey had plans with some friends, meaning I was responsible for making dinner for me and the kids. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here—my “cooking” amounted to whipping up some buttered noodles for Katherine and Isaac and a few quesadillas for me and Andrew. Nobody was winning a Michelin star here.

Nevertheless, when Katherine took a bite of her dinner, her eyes lit up. “Daddy!” she exclaimed. “These are SO GOOD! You’re like an expert at buttered noodles!”

At first, my reaction was to brush off the compliment, to look at it as proof of just how low the expectations were for my cooking. But as I watched her happily gobble down her meal, I have to admit: I appreciated the praise. I hadn’t done anything big or special—but it was still nice to be appreciated.

Sometimes we underestimate the value of encouragement. We know to thank people when they do something really momentous. We set aside special occasions—anniversaries, birthdays, etc.—to recognize people for how they contribute to our lives. But in the day to day, the little things just go by without comment.

In the New Testament, we see how important it was for those in the early church to encourage one another. Facing everything from poverty to persecution, a spirit of brotherhood was crucial to maintain their gospel witness. Led by people like Barnabas, the so-called “son of encouragement,” they kept each other going not only with the strength of their conviction, but with consistent kindness.

It may feel silly to praise someone for doing what they always do, or to thank them for something that barely even qualifies as a favor. But don’t lose sight of what a blessing your encouragement can be to them in that moment. For someone you love, even buttered noodles are worthy of a kind word.

Embrace Interruptions (Friday Devotional)

Now when Jesus heard this, he withdrew from there in a boat to a deserted place by himself. But when the crowds heard it, they followed him on foot from the towns. When he went ashore, he saw a great crowd, and he had compassion for them and cured their sick.

- Matthew 14:13-14

A couple of days ago, my daughter Katherine was the first one to wake up after me, wandering into the living room a few minutes after 6:00 AM. Having already had more than an hour to myself to drink my coffee and read, I was cleaning the coffee maker and sorting a load of laundry when she emerged.

After a minute or two, she asked me from across the room, “Daddy, would you like me to read a book to you?” Focused on my tasks, I initially told her not right now, but maybe some later.

Then a few seconds went by and I caught myself. Katherine, who is finishing up her kindergarten year, is working hard on her reading these days. What’s more, she loves it; she’ll happily spend as long as you’ll let her sounding out each word and making her way through a book.

We weren’t in a rush to get out the door yet. Neither of my tasks was time-sensitive. And my little girl was asking me to let her sit in my lap and practice her reading. So I dropped the laundry on the floor and curled up in the chair with her. Jobs could wait; it was time to read with my daughter.

In an overstimulating world full of distractions, it can feel like a rare thing to be truly focused on something, which makes it all the more frustrating when you’re interrupted. Oftentimes, such interruptions—the ding of a text message, the notification of another email—can and should be set to the side so that you can continue what you’re doing. But every now and then, interruptions are opportunities to differentiate between the urgent and the important.

In Jesus’ ministry, people always wanted something from him: a fresh word from God, a healing, a heavenly sign. Periodically, he would go off by himself to rest and pray. But on one occasion, the crowds would not even give him that moment, following him to his place of solitude.

Jesus could have demanded they respect his boundaries. He could have told them to make an appointment. Those would have been reasonable reactions. But instead, he saw their needs and had compassion on them, allowing love to override self-interest.

You don’t always get to plan your opportunities to serve others. Sometimes those moments come at the most bothersome of times, when you’re busy or exhausted or locked in on what you’re doing. But don’t let inconvenient timing make you lose sight of a chance to show God’s love. Maybe, in Jesus’ name and by the Spirit’s power, you can even do the most countercultural thing of all: for love's sake, embrace interruptions.

One at a Time (Friday Devotional)

Jesus answered them, “Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me not because you saw signs but because you ate your fill of the loaves.”

- John 6:26

At the beginning of the week, our dishwasher bit the dust, and we haven’t gotten around to replacing it quite yet. As a result, I’ve been handwashing the dishes every morning and most evenings.

It’s been something of a blast from the past for me, since the first apartment Lindsey and I ever shared—Section 8 apartments built in the 1950s—didn’t have a dishwasher either. In those days, I actually kind of enjoyed the slow, tedious, methodical process of scrubbing every last plate, fork, and glass. But with three kids now running around our house, I fully expected it to be nothing but an unpleasant chore this time around.

To my surprise, I have once again found myself taking an odd pleasure in the work. Something about starting with a mountain of dishes in the sink and then working my way through it one spoon at a time is satisfying. It’s not as efficient as the electric dishwasher, but going one by one turns a chore into a joy.

It reminds me a little of Jesus’ approach to ministry. Our eyes are often drawn to the work Jesus did for big crowds of people, like when he fed the 5,000 or preached to multitudes. If we were planning Jesus’ ministry, we probably would have put a lot more of those encounters on his agenda—we’d have had him preaching in the Roman Coliseum, not in backwoods towns in Galilee.

Yet more often than not, Jesus' ministry was about individual encounters rather than pleasing crowds. Indeed, sometimes he would send the crowds away at the height of his popularity lest they get the wrong impression about his purpose. Jesus was more interested in one conversation with a widow than speeches to multitudes.

In our “efficiency is everything” culture, it’s worth remembering that the kingdom of God plays by different rules. There is not much earthly glory to be found in slow, intentional, personal ministry—especially compared to the lure of making a big impact that will be recognized by many. But there is more to God’s work than numbers. Don’t underestimate the value of sharing the gospel one person at a time.

He Knows Your Name (Friday Devotional)

But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are mine.

- Isaiah 43:1

Every day when I pick up my kids from school, we all exchange pleasantries with Mr. Bill, the school crossing guard. He’s been manning the intersection at least since Andrew started kindergarten in 2022, holding up his stop sign and wearing his neon vest.

His job, of course, is to ensure the kids’ safety. He steps out into the intersection before they do, signals to oncoming traffic to stop, and then tells the kids they’re free to cross. That’s why he’s there. But beyond that, what has endeared him to us—and everyone else—is that he greets all my kids (even Isaac, not yet a student) by name. Despite only seeing them for a few seconds each day and even though he has hundreds of kids to keep up with, he knows their names.

There’s something about that gesture, that simple act of thoughtfulness, that speaks volumes to people. In a crowded, distracted, busy world, you want to know that you matter enough to somebody for them to know your name.

So what an awe-inspiring thing to know that the God who created the universe not only calls you his, but calls you by name. You are not merely a drop in the ocean of humanity, you are important to him. So important, in fact, that he sent his Son to die on the cross for you.

Coming out of Easter Sunday, when we remember the story of Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection, don’t lose sight of what it means at a personal level. God so loved the world, and God so loved you. No matter what the world may tell you, you are not anonymous—for God knows you by name.

March Reading Log

When I look back at the books on this list, I realize just how long the month of March was. 6 books to review this month, with my usual electic allotment. Take a look!

DON'T WASTE YOUR LIFE by John Piper

This was a reread of a book which I last read in 2017. To read what I thought then (which still holds up now), click here.

THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE by C.S. Lewis
PRINCE CASPIAN by C.S. Lewis

In mid-February, we finally hit a milestone I'd been looking forward to for years: reading The Chronicles of Narnia aloud at bedtime. These books were formative for me at a young age, and I was eager to introduce them to my 9 and 6-year olds.

Note: We are reading the books in publication order, NOT chronological order. That is, and I cannot emphasize this strongly enough, the CORRECT way to read them. Publishers who put the number 1 on the spine of The Magician's Nephew are simply wrong. I am a tolerant person, but I will brook no argument on this.

We started with The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, the story of two brothers and two sisters who stumble through a wardrobe into the magical land of Narnia, where they encounter everyone from a friendly faun named Mr. Tumnus to an evil White Witch to the heroic lion Aslan. This book is part fairy tale, part allegory, as becomes apparent when Aslan willingly gives his life to save even a treacherous child, only to be restored to life by "the deep magic." If you only know a little about Narnia, this is the story you know, and for good reason. After all, it's hard to top the gospel.

Prince Caspian, which we finished just in the nick of time to publish this log, is the sequel. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy are brought back to Narnia a year later in our world, but several hundred years later in Narnia's. This time their mission is to help Caspian overthrow his wicked uncle for the throne so that Narnia can be restored to its former glory. This one is not as captivating as its predecessor (to be fair, none in the series are) and its allegorical notes are subtler, though the themes of renewal and restoration come through.

My kids were reluctant to start this series—children are usually skeptical, after all, that they'll like what their parents like—but it only took one chapter of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to win them over. So be on the lookout for more Narnia in the coming months!

MEN AT WORK by George F. Will

Baseball is a game, a pastime. But for those who play it professionally, it a craft.

That is the essential argument of Men at Work, an ode to the game's intricacies by political commentator and rabid fan George F. Will. Building upon history, interviews with figures in the sport, and his own observations, Will makes the case that baseball is something taken very seriously indeed by those who have made it their trade.

Will's book is divided into four sections, with each focusing on one central character: the manager (Tony La Russa), the pitcher (Orel Hershiser), the hitter (Tony Gwynn), and the fielder (Cal Ripken, Jr.) Each section highlights the complexities of baseball, showing how much intelligence, preparation, and work is required to succeed at the major league level.

This book is highly regarded for its focus, detail, and how effectively it shows the sophistication of America's national pastime. No one leaves a chapter thinking players are just winging it.

Unfortunately, the title and central premise betrays the book's central flaw: Will makes baseball seem more like work than play. As a fan, my #1 priority is that baseball be fun, and sometimes Will's writing is so dense that it seems to lose sight of that. In seeking to show how hard the best players are working, Will sometimes makes them seem more like soldiers than ballplayers, and it left this reader periodically cold.

This book is a must-read for baseball fans for the way it reveals the game's complexities. Nevertheless, the more time you spend reading it, the more you need to go outside and get on the diamond with a 9-year-old. After all, no matter how hard the pros work at it, baseball is a kid's game.

ESSENTIAL MARVEL SAGA VOL. 1-2

By December 1985, the Marvel universe had existed for nearly 25 years, dating back to Fantastic Four #1 in November 1961. One of Stan Lee's innovations (and yes, this is the very rare time we can give Stan full credit) was the introduction of continuity throughout Marvel's superhero books—not only did these characters exist within a shared universe, but they regularly interacted with one another, and every story "counted." So by 1985, the Marvel universe was now a sprawling web of characters, stories, and lore. It was still possible to get your mind around it all and connect all the dots (in a way that's virtually impossible now), but it would take you a lot of time and effort.

So Marvel Saga, whose 25 issues are collected in these two Essential volumes, aimed to simplify that task for the reader who wanted to know it all without having to track down back issues from the 1960s. Each month in an oversized book, editor Dan Fingeroth and comics historian/writer Peter Sanderson gave readers a beat by beat chronology of Marvel's history as it had been told up to that point, using art primarily reprinted from those Silver Age stories. It was an ambitious task, but one Marvel zombies ate right up.

For somebody who has read a lot of the stories being told (thanks to the modern prevalence of collected editions like the Essentials), there were times I was skimming these issues more than reading every word, and at times it did feel a little like homework instead of storytelling. But for Marvel fans then and now, Marvel Saga provided an invaluable service. For a newbie to Marvel lore, I'd recommend this as a good place to dive into the lore, especially if all you know is the movies. For somebody who's read their fair share of the Silver Age, it's still an interesting time capsule and reference work.

April Reading Log

Five books this month and SO MANY PAGES. Look below to see what I'm talking about!

THE IMPERFECT PASTOR by Zack Eswine

Based on the title, you might have thought I wrote a memoir and forgot to tell you.  But in fact, this was a truly enlightening book about pastoral ministry—sometimes confessional, sometimes devotional, and always helpful.

At its heart, The Imperfect Pastor is a plea to young pastors to slow down and trade ambitions of mass ministerial impact for the still, small work of loving real people where they are. Author Zack Eswine, a pastor himself, tells of the mistakes he made as a young pastor with big dreams and how he only found peace—and success—when he stopped looking for the Next Big Thing and instead focused on the people God had given him to shepherd.

Written in a style reminiscent of Eugene Peterson (HIGH praise) and with similar thoughts, this was a book I took in slowly, even as I was tempted to gulp it all down at once. For pastors, especially those slogging through difficult times, I can't recommend The Imperfect Pastor enough.

LES MISÉRABLES by Victor Hugo

My all-time favorite Broadway musical is Les Misérables, which adapts Victor Hugo's 1862 novel. Its overtly Christian themes of grace, justice, and love are compelling to me for obvious reasons, its setting of a revolutionary period in 19th century France is intriguing, and, yes, the music is top-notch. It's also nearly 3 hours long...so who would have imagined they left so much on the cutting room floor?

That's right, before I say anything about this book's story or style, I have to acknowledge its size. My copy came in at 1263 pages, and that was with font I'd consider too small (I wound up reading it on Kindle rather than in my faux-leather physical copy, pictured above.) In principle, I don't like abridged literature, believing that if the author felt it was important enough to include and an editor and/or publisher agreed, then I as a reader should give them the benefit of the doubt. Les Misérables, in all its overwritten glory, admittedly made me reconsider that position, if not necessarily change my mind. This is a BIG book.

Thankfully, it's also a beautiful one. It tells the story of Jean Valjean, a convicted thief who is given a second chance at life thanks to the mercy of a kindly priest. Spared by this act of grace, Valjean then extends his own to Fantine, a woman whose life has taken such a steep downward turn that she has been forced into prostitution. Valjean adopts her innocent daughter Cosette, seeking to bring about some measure of redemption from his sins and Fantine's victimization. But as he does so, he must contend with four forces: Inspector Javert, that paragon of clear-eyed justice; Marius, Cosette's young suitor as she blossoms into adulthood; the vile Thénardier, who once housed the infant Cosette and now demands recompense; and the spectre of revolution in France.

Needless to say, there's a lot here in terms of plot, characterization, themes, and pages. But while staggering, it's never overwhelming and rarely boring (except for the novel's notorious Waterloo and sewer sections. If you know, you know.) Having also read Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame, I can confidently say that Les Misérables is his masterpiece, offering an expansive story about how God's love manifests in human kindness to those the world doesn't believe deserve it. Did it need to be 1200+ pages? Nah, 800 or so would have done the trick. But for those willing to climb this mountain of a book, the view from the summit is worth the journey.

JACK KIRBY: THE EPIC LIFE OF THE KING OF COMICS by Tom Scioli
I AM STAN: A GRAPHIC BIOGRAPHY OF THE LEGENDARY STAN LEE by Tom Scioli

Alongside Lewis and Clark, Watson and Crick, and Lennon and McCartney, Jack Kirby and Stan Lee are an inseparable duo, whose work together changed their industry forever and whose work apart (some of which was actually quite good!) mostly pales in comparison. They are without a doubt the most important creators in comics history...and fans have spent 60+ years arguing who deserves more credit for their shared success.

In his graphic biographies of both creators, Tom Scioli (like most comics professionals) clearly chooses Jack Kirby. According to Scioli's well-researched account, Kirby is a blue-collar professional from an immigrant family who was repeatedly taken advantage of by his employers. Filled with ideas but devoid of business sense, Kirby was always a company man through and through right up until he'd been so worn down by his companies' demands that he was ready to quit.

Jack Kirby is not a hagiography, but it's clear that Scioli has tremendous admiration for his subject, and many of the sources cited in the bibliography are from Kirby-friendly publications. The art style is reminiscent of Ed Piskor (most famous for his Hip Hop Family Tree books), though it's marred slightly by the baffling choice to give Kirby (and only Kirby) an enlarged head and "anime eyes." It doesn't ruin the book or anything, it's just distracting, and something he doesn't repeat in the next book.

I Am Stan, though less critically beloved, might have actually been my favorite of the two books. At times it feels almost dreamlike, with its protagonist floating from life event to life event, as opposed to the more concrete Kirby biography. In Scioli's telling, Stan Lee is less a creator than a salesman, a would-be Great American Novelist who succeeded in comics through a combination of family connections, luck, bravado, and, yes, talent. It follows Stan's rise to the top of Marvel Comics, his fame as the face of that company, and his pitiable final years, when he was arguably subjected to elder abuse by his daughter and employees. It has been said that no one ever really knew Ronald Reagan, that he was a smiling cipher, and you get the same feeling after reading I Am Stan about Lee. Some readers will surely find that frustrating; I found it fascinating.

For comics fans, these are must-reads. For pop culture fans, I'd say the same. Whether you know it or not, Lee and Kirby are two of the most influential storytellers of the last century, and their own stories, told in the medium they shaped, are worth a read.

ESSENTIAL MS. MARVEL VOL. 1 by Chris Claremont, Gerry Conway, John Buscema, Jim Mooney, et al.

Many years before Carole Danvers was Captain Marvel, one of the most prominent faces of Marvel Comics, she was a failed experiment. In the 1970s, Marvel editors, who prided themselves on their progressive bona fides, realized that they didn't have any superheroes to meet second-wave feminism's moment. So they hastily introduced several new books starring female characters: She-Hulk, Spider-Woman, and, yes, Ms. Marvel.

Carole Danvers, first introduced as a supporting character in Captain Marvel, was now reimagined as the editor of the Daily Bugle's Woman Magazine and imbued with powers from the alien Kree, including a "seventh sense" that Stan Lee absolutely would have called "superpowered women's intuition" if he'd been writing it. It was...clumsy.

This Essential volume contains all 23 issues of that original series, before Ms. Marvel was invited to become an Avenger and her solo book was unceremoniously cancelled. Supporting characters are introduced and then forgotten. Her costume changes. Her origin, mysterious at first, is revealed. Nothing sticks.

When Marvel mercifully put this book down, it wasn't because it was too woke, but because it was Bronze Age schlock that never found an audience. It's not bad exactly, but it's utterly unmemorable. It would take another 35 years for writer Kelley Sue DeConnick to make Carole Danvers relevant again, this time as Captain Marvel. I'm glad Carole got a do-over...because her initial series is only worthy of reading for historical purposes.