The sparkle was in his eye but his life was in his hands...
It's been an unproductive day today. Too many phone calls. I spoke to my friend Heinz twice, accumulating to an hour. Every time he calls, we usually shoot the breeze for about 40 minutes before we actually get down to business. I love conversations like that, but they can tax your time. Heinz is a great guy, I've been friends with him for a few years now. He's the executive director of Sola Scriptura Ministries International (www.sola-scriptura.ca) that caters to the Reformed crowd with a book distribution and conference ministry. He has the sole rights to distribute Banner of Truth, Christian Focus, Evangelical Press, P&R Publishing, Day One etc., material in Canada. If you live in Canada and you want their books, you have to go through Heinz. He also puts on excellent conferences all over Canada with guys like Carl Trueman, Derek Thomas, Ravi Zacharias, Joseph Pipa, Michael Haykin, R.C. Sproul, George Grant etc., as speakers.
Heinz was emailing me a draft for a flyer advertising the upcoming Sola Scriptura conference in London with Derek Thomas and Joseph Pipa. He wanted some thoughts on the new design, which I really liked. The topic of the conference is "eschatology" with two hearty amillennial scholars speaking. I'm really looking forward to it. I love Derek Thomas' stuff.
Last night Vicky and I started watching Old School with Will Ferrel, Vince Vaughan and Luke Wilson. It looked like it could be funny, but it wasn't so we turned it off. I went out and rented Coach Carter instead, which we both really liked. I highly recommend renting it. Samuel L. Jackson was great as Carter. I like the redemptive theme of the movie and the strong moral stance. It went against the grain of black, ghetto culture by using objective moral standards as the only means of making sense of life and living. It was realistic as well, which I appreciated. Not hoaky.
This time last week I was likely sitting outside by the bbq with a can of Coors in my hand, reading Intellectuals by Paul Johnson, enjoying the sun anticipating a night of fishing on the lake. Thank God for my family cottage up north. I'd go insane without it.