Moving Thoughts
April 5th, 2011 by LewisSeveral weeks ago my wife and I decided to move to Phoenix.
“This will be simple,” I thought. “We’ll call our Realtor, sign some papers, have nice pictures taken, empty the house, and get ourselves to the Valley of the Sun.”
The process has been almost nothing like that. Yes, we called our Realtor and yes, we signed some papers. Then we started signing checks.
I know, I know—the people buying the house are supposed to sign checks, but at the moment that’s our job.
We’ve lived in the house almost exactly eighteen years, and we’ve loved it. It is in a great neighborhood, has beautiful landscaping (we’ve made three calendars using only pictures from our yard), is in one of the best towns in America, and it has served us faithfully and well. Our friends admire it, our relatives enjoy it, and we are thankful for it.
But several weeks ago, it wasn’t ready for new residents.
Frankly, I didn’t know that, but our Realtor did. She suggested work on the house that would cost us thousands of dollars! How was that possible? We were living happily in the house every day. It was fine.
In fact structurally, safety wise, and in all major ways, it was and is fine. Why couldn’t we just sell it “as is” and let someone else do what they wanted to it?
My attitude was one of resistance. I could see no reason Read the rest of this entry »




more outrageous middle-eastern cleric.
Arthur was focused. It was dinner time, and he knew the drill — where the food was, and who would deliver it. Any twitch by his master towards the fridge provided an eager response from Arthur, who was not discouraged by so many false starts. He knew he was totally dependent upon his person-master for everything. But this did not discourage him; it seemed to give him purpose and direction, love and joy and peace.
When I went to wash my hands in the restroom of a Chinese factory, the sign above the sink said: “Perfermance tap, stretched out your hands to effluent, Please do not agitute!” (sic) In my Japanese hotel room, there was no flush lever on the toilet — instead, there was quite a complex looking control box attached to the wall, all in Japanese (and some cute pictures!) — I’m sure one of these buttons indicated “flush”, but which one? What if I press the wrong button? These are silly examples, but let’s face it, the world can be a very confusing place.
How is it that, if you build a circle of glass, and add some ice and hockey players on the other side, getting up close to that glass is so desirable it can cost more $100? Or instead if you add some water, sea otters, and toss them a few fish, getting up close to that glass will cause families to queue up 30 minutes early?
The best suggestion I’ve heard about how to respond came from Keith Mitchell, one of the elders at PACC, who said we ought to trade Bibles for porn. No doubt someone somewhere in the country, perhaps even in Texas, is already doing that.