I’m thankful. I’m thankful for you guys, my old real-life friends and new digital friends who stop by here on a regular basis. Thank you for interacting and sharing opinions and contributing to the discussion. Thank you for buying my books and reading my articles and encouraging me along the way. I hope I can return the favor someday.

“If the only prayer you say in your life is ‘thank you,’ that would suffice.” (Meister Eckhart)

Thank you. And Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your family and friends.

See you on Monday.

I’ve advocated before, here and here, the wonderful lifesaving work that Buy Shoes, Save Lives has been doing in Iraq. When you buy shoes from them, your money is then used to fund heart surgeries for Iraqi kids whose parents were gassed by Saddam Hussein back in the 90s.

Another ministry I appreciate, though, takes the shoe/humanitarian thing and heads the opposite direction: It lets you buy shoes for kids in developing nations…children who don’t own a pair of shoes. The organization is called Soles4Souls.

I’ve seen the kids-with-no-shoes problem up close and personal. As a father of little kids, it’s hard to visit children who live in a trash dump or squatter’s camp — who are surrounded by trash and disease and horrible living conditions — and see them running around barefoot. Playing, having fun, and oblivious to the fact that they aren’t wearing shoes. My tendency is to picture my kids in those places. It always breaks my heart.

Below: I met this little girl in a barrio called Gualey in Santo Domingo, in the Dominican Republic. She didn’t have any shoes.

Below: Here’s another girl who lived in Gualey, shoeless. Not that it kept her from having fun and acting like a kid.

Below: These guys lived in La Chureca, a trash dump community in Managua, Nicaragua. Also running. Also playing. Also shoeless.

Below: In the photo above, it just looks like they’re playing in dirt. What you don’t know is that directly behind these guys, only a few yards away, was their backyard: the trash dump itself. If you have children, imagine them living in this place, with no shoes. Because that’s what I did and I’ll never forget it.

The truth is that a lot of the diseases these kids end up with can be prevented just by protecting their feet.

Now, go to
50000shoes.com. This is the primary site for Soles4Souls’ 50,000 pairs in 50 days challenge. You can donate two pairs of shoes for just $5. Even better, if you donate before midnight on December 6, you get a chance to win two round-trip tickets on Southwest Airlines.

But don’t donate shoes so you can win stuff. Donate shoes because kids need them. Donate because you are like me and have hundreds of dollars’ worth of shoes in your closet that you never wear. Donate because when you put shoes on the feet of these little ones, you’re putting shoes on Jesus’ feet.

When we were expecting our daughter eight years ago and we started looking at options for decorating her nursery, I was struck by something I noticed at the local Christian bookstore. It had a little section devoted to religious nursery knick-knacks. (Also, one or two religious paddy-wacks may have been available.) Most of the nursery stuff fit within a certain theme: Noah’s ark.

Why Noah’s Ark? Because it’s a cuddly story, and the cute giraffes and fat hippos and fluffy sheep and stuff make it a favorite among kids, I guess. In fact, it’s such a cute Bible story it got a special section in my son’s preschool Bible, complete with a bearded cartoon Noah with a couple of doves on his shoulders and kittens on his feet. There may have even been a kangaroo. Back then, and still today, you could buy Noah’s ark toys and lamps and bookends and baby hats and onesies and quilts for your little one. It’s such a sweet story, we practically hit Christian babies over the head with it from the time they exit the womb.

How horrible will the day be when these kids actually read their Bibles and discover that Noah’s Ark is a story about God smiting EVERY SINGLE PERSON on the earth except for one righteous family? And about smiting EVERY SINGLE LIVING CREATURE on the earth except for those two-by-twos that wgot tickets for the ark? When did we decide that Noah’s Ark was a children’s story anyway? Answer: It was when we forgot that Noah’s ark is a story about death and drowning and worldwide apocalypse.

And that happened probably around the same time we Christians got concerned about the dangerous amounts of sex and violence in movies and TV shows, while conveniently ignoring the sex and violence in our Bibles.

There’s a Christian college in Iowa that’s trying to make us remember that our spiritual texts — which many view to be the “very words of God” for us — have some rough edges. Northwestern College in Orange City, Iowa, has been putting on a dramatic musical called “Terror Texts,” in which Goth-clad students recite and act out some of the most horrific stories in the Bible, accompanied by a rock band. Elisha sending a couple of she-bears to maul kids who made fun of his baldness? It’s in there. So is the story of Eglon, the obese king murdered by Ehud (whose 18 inch-long knife sunk so deep into the guy’s flesh that his fatness closed in around it). Plus a handful of other stories you probably didn’t hear about in Sunday School, but which are spoken verse-by-verse in the musical, in all their scary King James glory.

I say Good for them. We need to remember that the Bible is not a safe book. It’s not really a book for children. It’s a book that, to this day, still disturbs me. Its stories can be primitive and ugly and completely foreign to my 21st century experience.

But it’s so hard to remember that, because our tendency is to sanitize our religion behind a glossy sheen of purpose-driven piety and paintings of Jesus holding sheep.

That’s why:

1) I wrote a book introducing people to the Bible. Because Christians in particular and Westerners in general have no business not being intelligently informed about a book that has so much influence in our culture today. Secular culture, religious culture, all of it. Like Aslan, the Bible is not safe. Of course, its overall message — once you get to the New Testament — is good. But there’s a lot of worrisome stuff until you get there. When it comes to redemption, Jesus has a lot to work with.

2) I am suspicious of anyone claiming the Bible to be something as simplistic as “God’s rulebook for life” or “God’s recipe for living” or any other statement that indicates that they’ve got the Bible all figured out and you can, too. Here’s a tip: They probably don’t. At least, they’re ignoring a lot of stuff. I have come to the conclusion that, when it comes to the Bible, one of the greatest virtues is interpretive humility — the willingness to admit that you might be wrong about what you think it’s saying. Unless you are an expert in Greek or Hebrew — and, it should be noted, I am decidedly not — then I’m hesitant to trust you when you tell me “this is what the Word means.” I’m talking to you, televangelist. And you, overconfident young preacher. And you, bookstore guy trying to sell me Noah’s ark figurines.

3) You should be suspicious of me if, in Pocket Guide to the Bible, I came across as if I had the Bible figured out or was trying to tell you what it meant. I shouldn’t have. I’m pretty sure I just stuck to “this is what it says, and this is how some people interpret it.” But if I stepped over that line, my apologies. Humility. Humility. Humility.

OK, rant over. Back to thawing your turkeys.

Dear Christian consumers, Christmas light-decorating aficianados, and people from the American Family Association who come up with products that are completely tone-deaf when it comes to American culture:

1. Crosses are appropriate yard decorations for those wishing to express their devotion to Jesus. Even crosses that are 5.5 feet tall.

2. Christmas lights are appropriate yard decorations for those wishing to participate in a holiday tradition. Even Christmas lights expressing a religious theme.

3. Brightly lit crosses, placed in the yard, are probably NOT appropriate decorations given our nation’s racial history. If you must buy one, please keep it out of the yard. Keep it out of your neighbor’s yard, too.

Just a helpful holiday and/or racial harmony tip from your friendly Pocket Guide author.

From the “Christmas Cross” product description at the AFA online store:


Looking for an effective way to express your Christian faith this Christmas season to honor our Lord Jesus? Now you can…. with the “Original Christmas Cross” yard decoration. Light up your front yard, porch, patio, driveway, business, organization or church this holiday season with a stunning Christmas cross.

Yep. I’d say “stunning” is probably the right word.

Of all the people who end up at this blog based on random Google searches, the query that draws the most traffic on a weekly basis is one for “little Evelyn Talbert.” JasonBoyett.com is #1 at Google if you want to know about Little Evelyn Talbert.

Why? It’s because of this post about the YouTube clip of Estus Pirkle’s scary/funny evangelistic film, “The Believer’s Heaven” (embedding is disabled, so you’ll need to go to YouTube to watch it, which I highly recommend and which you should do right this very minute).

I wrote a way-too-detailed commentary on the video here and a follow-up philosophical post about it here.

The one thing I’ve learned since then is that people think Pirkle is weird and possibly unhinged, but people love — loooooove – Little Evelyn Talbert, who shows up at the 2:11 point in the clip (“54 years old and 32 inches tall”). Affection for her is well-deserved. Even though her appearance in the clip makes me uncomfortable and is very, very patronizing, she’s by far the best thing about that video.

Due to that sentiment and all the Google traffic, I feel a lot of responsibility as the Internet’s #1 and pretty much only source of Evelyn Talbert information. Which is why I was thrilled several days ago to get an email from Gabrielle Talbert, who informed me that Evelyn Talbert was her great aunt and who thought it was hilarious that she was the star of that YouTube video.

Being a hard-nosed investigative journalist, I grilled Gabrielle to get the real story. And by “grilled,” I mean emailed back a reply asking “What else can you tell me about your great aunt?”

Gabrielle was very helpful (and gave me permission to post this, btw.) So here’s everything you ever wanted to know about Little Evelyn Talbert, the scene-stealing star of “The Believer’s Heaven.”

1. Evelyn Talbert was born in Richwood, West Virginia, but lived most of her life in Akron, Ohio.

2. She was a well-known gospel singer in Akron. Gabrielle has a photo of Evelyn with “one of the guys from the show, HeeHaw.” (Buck Owens? Roy Clark? Grandpa Jones?)

+ Update: It was Roy Clark.

3. Evelyn was married for a short while but lived mostly with her parents in a small apartment connected to her father’s house. Yes: small. According to Gabrielle, it was fully stocked with a “miniature refrigerator” and other small things. No joke.

4. Evelyn didn’t suffer from dwarfism, according to Gabrielle, but instead had what the family called “brittle bone disease,” also known as osteogenesis imperfecta (like Samuel L. Jackson had in Unbreakable!) “Every bone in her body just about had been broken at one point or another,” said Gabrielle. “I remember the story of my great-grandparents carrying her to church on a pillow, because her bones were so fragile.” Brittle bone disease often leads to severely deformed bone structure.

5. She taught ceramics and pottery at the University of Akron. Gabrielle: “She was a very crafty lady.”

6. She recorded a couple of Gospel albums and could play the piano. Her piano now resides with Gabrielle.

7. She lived into her 70s. Evelyn had two older brothers, one of whom was Gabrielle’s grandfather, who passed away just this summer at the age of 91.

According to Gabrielle Talbert, her great aunt Evelyn “was a very interesting person…and I am proud she was part of my history.”

So there you go. Thank you, Gabrielle, for getting in touch with me. I think together we have done the Internet a necessary service. May the legend continue…

There are five things I want you to know about today. They are as follows:

1. I have succumbed to the siren call of Twitter. If you tweet, you can find me at twitter.com/jasonboyett. I would come right out and ask you to follow me, but biblically that sounds kinda blasphemous. And needy. So I won’t.

2. It’s the season of giving, or at least, it’s close to it. I’m sure you know at least one or two or fifteen people who do not own a very reasonably priced, signed copy of Pocket Guide to the Bible. Nothing says “you are important to me” than a snarky-yet-informative book about the Bible, signed by the author. Want one? They’re just $6.99, and they are pocket-sized enough to actually fit in a stocking. You can buy one by clicking the convenient “Buy Now” button immediately to your left. No, to your left on the screen. I have no idea what’s immediately to your left in real life. Sheesh.

Why am I pushing these? This is why.

3. If you are a regular reader of this blog but have not answered the all-important question Who Are You?, then stop what you’re doing right now and introduce yourself via comment. Thanks. You won’t regret it. Unless you tell us something really embarrassing about yourself and it ends up all over the Webbernet.

4. Due to financial struggles and the economy and company realignment, Focus on the Family has shut down my pretty much only favorite part of the FotF empire: TrueU.org. My friends Matthew John and Denise Morris have added their names to the growing list of unemployed professionals, and I’m out of a place to write rambling articles like this and this. My last TrueU article posted today. It’s about the three kinds of humility every guy needs. Goodbye, TrueU. It’s been good knowing you. It’s also been good receiving a check from you every two months, but I wouldn’t dare say something that tacky.

5. I had a number five when I started writing this post, but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. Something about Fake Band Shirts, maybe? Or Taco Bell? Or Copernicus? No idea. If you happen to know what it was, let me know.

There’s a really interesting thread going over at Internet Monk about “the de-churching of America.” Lots of religious researchers are beginning to see evidence that my generation — people in their 20s and 30s — are dropping out of institutional church attendance…but not necessarily dropping out of the faith.

They still believe, but maybe they’re tired of the corporate/country-club mindset, or of being asked for money, or of the reduction of the Gospel message to a 5-step “How to Be a Better You” sermon.

Anyway, the comments below the iMonk post are pretty interesting. Feel free to add your two cents there if you want, but I’d also invite you to comment here. I’m interested in your experience. Are you still involved in regular church attendance? How often do you attend? If you no longer attend, what are the circumstances or thoughts behind that decision? Obviously this will be anecdotal, but have you seen evidence of younger generations dropping out of church?

The fact that Steve Taylor and Don Miller have written a screenplay and are hoping to put together a film based on Don’s book Blue Like Jazz — perhaps you’ve heard of it — isn’t exactly big news.

But they’ve recently released a YouTube video discussing the project, and it is a fine example of how to make a cheap, entertaining, self-deprecating promotional video without it coming across as totally self-serving (which it is, as are all promotional videos). The cutaway shots are genius. Mad props to Taylor for this.

(No props to me for using the phrase “mad props.”)

Anyway, I thought you’d enjoy it. It’s fun and informational.

For those of you who have read the book, what are your thoughts about a potential film version? Worried? Excited? Ambivalent?

[H/T: Patrol]

One of the things we enjoyed most on our cruise a few weeks ago were the late-night karaoke sessions. I semi-rocked a version of “Man of Constant Sorrows” (from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou) on the first night and “Pour Some Sugar on Me” (Def Leppard) the next night.

It occurred to me during these sessions that not everyone understands the rules of karaoke, i.e. what makes it so fun. For these people, and anyone thinking of working some karaoke into your holiday party planning, I offer these five rules:

1. Upbeat songs are always better than slow songs. Regardless of how well you sing, the crowd will always prefer “Bust a Move” to “I Will Always Love You.” Always. This is because they prefer to sing along to loud, boisterous songs. And also because you are not Whitney Houston.

2. If you must perform a slow song, you must perform it ironically. Unfortunately, someone forgot to explain this to the woman on our ship who performed “My Heart Will Go On” with so much off-key passion that it made us all uncomfortable. (It didn’t help that she was Chinese and mispronounced a lot of the words.) If you can’t sing, embrace your tunelessness. If you can sing, make it as campy as possible. And for the record, what kind of crazy person sings the Titanic theme song on a cruise ship, for the love of Kate Winslett?

3. If you intend to dedicate a song to your spouse, you need to have a working knowledge of the theme and lyrics of that song. One guy on our trip sang Whitney Houston’s “Greatest Love of All” to his wife, and said he’d dedicated that song to his beloved nine different times on nine different cruises. Apparently it was a tradition for those two lovebirds. And apparently he wasn’t aware that the titular “Greatest Love of All” refers not to a romantic partner, but to the person singing the song. (Sample lyric: “Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.”) If you’re gonna dedicate that song to someone, it needs to be to yourself.

4. It’s better to perform later in the evening than earlier. Regardless of what you sing or how you sing it, the crowd will appreciate you more when they’re drunk.

5. Under no circumstances should you ever perform “Piano Man” by Billy Joel, “Imagine” by John Lennon, or anything in the Elton John canon except for “Circle of Life” (and then only if you add the original African singing from The Lion King)…unless, of course, you are performing them according to Rule #2. By no means should you perform them with sincerity and/or impressive musicianship, because then you have become a cliche. Everyone will think you’re trying to show the rest of the performers up. Everyone will also think you’re a total karaoke nerd.

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Below: “Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go…”

What karaoke tips have I missed? Submit your own in the comments.

Watch out, America. The stiff-necked, unbelieving buses of England are coming to the streets of our nation’s Capitol. Like its marketing-savvy counterparts in the British Humanist Association, the American Humanist Association debuted its own there-is-no-god ad campaign this week. Also like the British campaign (“There’s probably no god. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.”), this one delivers a fairly happy, optimistic message:

Why believe in a god? Just be good for goodness’ sake.

And also like the British campaign, they’re meeting with some opposition from Christians, like American Family Association president Tim Wildmon:

“It’s a stupid ad,” he said. “How do we define ‘good’ if we don’t believe in God? God in his word, the Bible, tells us what’s good and bad and right and wrong. If we are each ourselves defining what’s good, it’s going to be a crazy world.”

I don’t know. It’s kind of a crazy world already, isn’t it? What with original sin being what it is? It’s not like everything was all cupcakes and butterflies until these ads showed up. Besides I’m pretty sure there are at least a few ways to be good that aren’t expressly mentioned in the Bible. Like the time when I helped my grandmother install her new flatscreen TV. I don’t see much harm in telling people to be good, even if they’re just being good for goodness’ sake and not for God’s sake.

But, then again, the humanist group has motives other than goodwill toward men. Their spokesman, Fred Edwords, told the Associated Press that they’re not exactly trying to change people’s minds about the existence of God, but “we are trying to plant a seed of rational thought and critical thinking and questioning in people’s minds.” Hang on. Rational thought? Critical thinking? I’m not sure those are bad, either. At least not in themselves.

This is getting complicated.

So, the conclusions I draw are as follows:

1) If Christians can campaign to keep “Christ” in Christmas, then atheists can campaign to leave him out of it. It’s only fair, and I don’t think God is too threatened by it.

2) God is always on the side of people doing good regardless of the reason — or even for no reason at all — even if the American Family Association isn’t.

3) I think God is also on the side of “rational thought and critical thinking,” since he created our brains. Is he therefore on the side of the American Humanist Association? A straight-up logical syllogism would say “yes,” but I’m not smart enough to parse that one all the way through.

4) When did buses become the leading edge of the war between atheists and Christians?

The ad campaign directs people to this website, if you want to go there. Just don’t pay attention to anything happening there because it will inevitably lead to a crazy world. You’ve been warned.