Was Jesus a Socialist?

I recently heard someone say: Jesus was a socialist.

Some campaign buzzwords and phrases that have been used these past four-plus years include “socialism” and “share the wealth.” Most of the time, these words and phrases are linked to attacks on President Obama.

Republican talking heads do all they can to cast the president in a negative light when it comes to universal health care and the beefing up of  government-run programs such as welfare, food stamps, etc. to care for the poor.

At the National Prayer Breakfast, the president tried to use a “What would Jesus do?” theme as a tactic to advance his political objectives.

In light of this national discussion, I’ve actually had to challenge my Republican leanings and my Christian beliefs and ask myself: Was it Jesus’ desire for us to share our wealth with others and support them through the funnel of government? Continue reading “Was Jesus a Socialist?”

Not really a chick flick kinda guy

Rin and I don’t always mesh when it comes to TV viewing pleasures.


When we first met, she was addicted — ADDICTED! — to Friends. While I do find myself laughing at one of the Matts now and then, I can’t watch the show for any real length of time. In fact, I don’t understand how the show’s creators were able to get 10 seasons out of “Will Ross and Rachel get together?” The real accomplishment of that show was their ability to convince us that Rachel thought Ross was a desirable guy. Continue reading “Not really a chick flick kinda guy”

Calling out for help

True story:

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to go fishing with my Dad.

Every year, we’d grab our poles, pack up our waders and load up our tackle boxes for a weekend trout fishing adventure at Montauk State Park. We’d leave late on Friday night (Dad was always packing at the last minute) and the two of us would drive the three hours to the park, where Grandma and Grandpa would be waiting for us in a rented cabin.

In the morning, we’d all head to the stream and try to catch our daily limit, which was five in those days. My Dad taught me several lessons on the stream: Continue reading “Calling out for help”