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Questionable Answers


Cindy Swanson, writer, interviewer and radio personality extraordinaire, is conducting Random Blogospheric Pseudo-Interviews with Random Blogospheric Pseudo-Bloggers...

1) When you were a little boy, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A pro golfer. Each year, a new plastic-ball, 18-hole course was mapped out covering several adjacent lawns, and the same foursome conducted a summer-long tournament. I think the ultimate winner had a score of about 327 over par.

2) You've been given an entire day to do whatever you want, and money is no object. What would you do?
First of all, thank you Cindy for such a kind offer! I think I'd hire a room full of hot dog studio musicians, rent out the top local recording studio, and record some worship tunes. But this is why I bought the Mac I am typing on, so I need to get going on this project anyway, minus the cool studio and the hot dogs.

3) Do you have a favorite sport or sports team? Why or why not?
Definitely the 1964 Rome, New York, Little Leaque, Lake Delta Cubs. I was such a pathetic player, my poor dad had little to cheer about--but in '64, our team somehow made it to the finals. Late in the game I plunked my very first base hit over the second baseman's short reach, and started a rally which gave us the championship. Recently Katy pulled the trophy out of a dusty box in my mom's basement, and I'm completely embarrassed to say it now sits on a bookshelf in my office.

4) What do you like most about having a son?
We have two great sons. Just like the gasp of joy that came out of my mouth when the first was born, I continue to be surprised and amazed by the insights, integrity and compassion that God has put in their hearts. This is equally true for our lovely daughter, with the addition of bizarre dance routines thrown into the mix.

5) Why is my blog not linked on your sidebar? Yours has been on mine for quite some time. (Nothing like putting you on the spot, huh? )
I don't know what you mean. It's right there in the sidebar. ;)

Posted February 25, 2005
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'Marginal' Rides on Coat Tails
of Famous Wife Blogger


This may be the best technique yet for promoting a new blog—marry up. The April edition of Writer's Digest Personal Writing magazine includes a blurb about fallible.com (and a mention of marginalcomments.com.)

This follows a trend that started when we got engaged—I didn't own a car of my own, so we shared Katy's. Katy will soon receive her British citizenship, and I will be grafted in with no questions asked. And if Katy ever runs for President, I could turn out to be the first First Husband.

Some guys have all the luck.

Personal Writing Blog Spot

Posted February 21, 2005
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Our Father


"Go to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am returning to my Father and your Father. To my God and your God.’"

John 20:17

I stared straight up, wondering if I should take the risk. I had no idea how to begin, or if it was worth the effort at all. I had tried this before, but under very different circumstances. In the past, there were rules, guidelines, tab-A-in-slot-B instructions. Now it was solo, no hymnal, no one waving a baton or saying “repeat after me.”

I opened my mouth and began.

“Father…”

I didn’t know what to say next—I figured something would come. Instead, Someone came. I can’t explain it, but it felt for a moment like all of heaven had postponed whatever was on the day’s agenda to listen to one incoming voice. God interrupted. The Father had heard my whispered call, and bent down to listen.

I knew nothing about the concept of a “prayer request,” so I was coming empty handed. Only a few hours had passed since I first believed, and had followed along in a prayer to commit my life to Jesus. Now it seemed like enough just to know that God Himself was my Father, and that He was listening. What more could I ask? I rolled over and fell asleep—maybe the most peaceful sleep of my sixteen-year-old life.

That day I asked for nothing more. It was enough to see a tiny glimpse of what is real around us every day. The reality of God’s determination to bring us into an intimate Father-child relationship with Himself was forever exposed when Jesus sacrificed His life on the cross for our sins and then rose from the dead to return to heaven.

But between those two events, He met Mary in the garden to make sure His disciples did not miss the eternal significance of what was taking place.

“Go to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am returning to my Father and your Father. To my God and your God.’”

Before this time the scripture spoke of the God of creation and the Father of a nation, but this was the moment that we were invited to address God as my Father and my God. The last time that God had walked in a garden it was to banish Adam and Eve from His presence and from His blessings. This time the curse was undone, the door reopened, and a new invitation announced.

Jesus sent Mary to the disciples with the essential message of the Gospel. The events they had just witnessed, and the resurrection He was making known, were for this purpose. “Tell them that my Father is now your Father, and my God is your God.”

This should have come as no surprise to the disciples if they had been paying attention at all. Three years earlier, when Jesus taught His disciples how to pray, His first two words revealed more about why He came, more about what He would finish on the cross, and more about the way God desired to relate to us than a mountain of books could have communicated.

“Our Father...”

Posted February 18, 2005
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Irish Valentine


"Love never fails."

I Corinthians 13:8

In January, Katy and I decided that for each of this year’s gift-giving occasions, instead of buying things we didn’t need, we would put a sum of money into our Ireland travel fund. As an alternative to floral arrangements, golf balls, nightgowns, sweaters, and wall hangings, a gift that gives us more time together is probably not a bad idea.

When today arrived I wasn’t so sure. We went out for dinner, of course, and exchanged valentines, but somehow the plan felt inadequate. But what could possibly be an adequate gift for a woman who has given her life and soul to me? What’s the SKU number for the item that equals the devotion, friendship, and passion that Katy has never tired of giving?

Early in our marriage when even going out to dinner was not an option, we would bring home fake crab meat from the discount supermarket, put the kids to bed early, and sit down at our cheap dinette table for a romantic, candlelight meal. No amount of spending has ever equaled the sweetness of those moments, the effortlessness of our conversations, or the look in Katy’s eyes.

Today’s dinner out was much fancier, the steak was real, and there were no babies crying in the next room — but the sweetness didn’t come from the surroundings — it came from the woman I have loved for twenty-eight years.

Some days seem impossible and arguments irreconcilable — but ultimately our words move toward healing, and our conversations reconnect us.

Valentine’s day still has its share of leaky roofs, mothers-in-law, health issues, exhaustion, and frustration — but the sparkle in Katy’s eyes as we ceremoniously dropped money in our travel pot was all I needed today.

Together is a very good idea.

Posted February 14, 2005
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