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An Ideal Husband

The other night as I descended to my basement bedroom, I noticed a gangly splotch on the bathroom floor. Revealed in the half-light being shed from the stairwell, it proved to be a massive grey spider, so large it was literally floppy. I cannot remember if it was hairy, but my memory endows it with a striped appearance. I would say it was about the circumference of a soda can. The body itself was an oversized mass of random body parts, too big, I really believe, for the legs to properly convey it anywhere. So it was just resting there on the cool tiles, its legs splayed out around this otherworldly body, fatigued from its laborious journey across the floor.

My first attempt to squash it failed, for it darted behind the bathroom door. My next weapon was a can of hairspray, which only drove it out onto the carpet, stumbling triple-jointedly toward the back of the basement. I followed, spraying an aerosol trail straight across the carpet. There, the spider's legs finally gave out, and…

We Are Now Going Public

Whenever I doubt God's love or existence (the former happens much more frequently than the latter), I don't think about the crucifixion, as numerous sermons and books have advised me to do. I think about the stars.

For one thing, the stars are always less than twelve hours away and visible from any location. You just can't miss them, whereas I could have missed the crucifixion if I had been born in a time or place that didn't have the Gospel. For another thing, the stars are too tangible for their existence to be doubted, whereas I can doubt the crucifixion when I'm feeling particularly intractable.

The stars tell me a lot about how God does things. He likes beauty, because the stars are dazzlingly lovely. And He's extravagantly good. I just can't imagine how much time and thought it took to make trillions of stars, all over the universe, with different gravitational fields and sizes and ages, so that there could be this one little planet on which He would pu…