Heresy in the Heartland

In Which I Return to the Beginning We had exhausted the church options in our own community; now we crossed county lines heading ea...

In Which I Learn I am Not a Baptist Now we were Baptists, or nearly so. Some of the men in suits were my Dad’s clients, successful busi...

An abridged version of this article appeared as a guest post on the blog  Ramblings of Sheldon . In Which God and I Are Introduced ...

Continued from Chapter 5: Cognitive Dissonance In the summer, I went away to a real university to study linguistics with Wycliffe Bible...

Continued from Chapter 4: The Lord's Song in a Strange Land I kept playing the piano for the itty-bitty Baptist church until the pa...

Continued from Chapter 3: Discord. IBLP distributed a letter , supposedly signed by Peter Peters, pleading with American churches not ...

Continued from Chapter 2: Musical Chairs . I didn't know about panic attacks yet. I only knew I hated the feelings that preceded w...

Continued from Chapter 1:  The Composition of Anxiety . The anxiety didn't cease when I got my Walkman back--oh, no. That was just...

"When all the people heard the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and all kinds of musick, all the people, the nati...

New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth, They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of truth.   ...

I usually trace my journey by the books I've read over the years. But music and movies hold a lot of meaning, too. Here is a roughly chr...