Presby-Musings

This past week, I went on a men's ski trip to Colorado with a handful of guys from church and some of their friends.  I'm not a great skier by any stretch of the imagination, but I did get a solid day of skiing before getting sidelined by a wicked sinus infection.   I'm also hobbling a bit from taking a few spectacular falls when I tried to move to steeper slopes without getting my technique down pat.  But that's beside the point.  The most rewarding and amazing part of this trip was all that happened after skiing when we gathered for dinner, laughed, shared stories, and got to know one another better.  One of the guys on the trip lives in Louisana and volunteered to make gumbo for us one evening.  It was a true gift to the group and was undoubtedly the best gumbo I've ever had.   As I looked around the large table where we were eating, I was struck by the group's diversity in ages, backgrounds, and experiences.  It made me realize how m...

The other day, I talked with a friend about re-watching our favorite television series and why they fascinate us.   My friend has been re-watching Breaking Bad , and we both agreed it was one of the most well-written TV series ever.  Breaking Bad is about a high school chemistry teacher who is diagnosed with cancer and decides to start cooking meth to pay for his treatments.   It doesn't end well, in case you were wondering.   For my part, I've been re-watching Dexter, a series about a serial killer with a moral code that only allows him to kill murderers.   So why would we be attracted to shows with such obvious anti-heroes as the main character?  That's an interesting question that millions of TV viewers who watch those shows and others like them would do well to ponder.   For me, it comes down to wearing masks and hiding our true identity, even from ourselves.  We don't have to be drug dealers or serial killers to hide ...