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Of all philosophical questions, the deepest and most perplexing might be what to do with an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. The question of the purpose of human life coincides with the reality of daily living, with all its banality, boredom, and half-obscured beauty. I think humanity has a fraught relationship with the everyday. Ordinary, uneventful days
If you’ve grown up in evangelical Christian circles, you’ve heard it: “John Smith has surrendered to missions in South Africa” or “Timothy Name has surrendered to the pastoral call.” Usually, the phrase involves the word “surrender” along with some widely accepted “spiritual” calling: missions, typically, but occasionally pastorship or some other form of ministry. Yet
In Paul Clayton’s collection of short stories, “Seeing Sunny Again,” we meet Carl Melcher. It’s the early 1960s, and Carl, who will enter high school in a week or so, has spent the summer hanging out on a beach longing without success to find a girlfriend. On this particular evening, he decides to try his