Editorials

One day on the road to Damascus, the man who was to become the Apostle Paul met Jesus. Years later, he said this about the change the encounter had made in his perspective: “But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ…For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ” (Philippians 3:7-8).

Interestingly enough, Paul’s experience is remarkably similar to that of one of my friends. Here it is, exactly as it happened:

One fateful day, my buddy Joe 

At a recent birthday party, my spouse Natalie gifted me with a memoir, “Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back),” by one of my favorite musicians.  The author, Jeff Tweedy, is the leader of a rock band called Wilco and his music has accompanied me since high school.  Whether I was crying myself to sleep pining over someone let’s just call Deborah, or rocking out to the punk-country angst of “Misunderstood,” on which Tweedy sings of the desire to make one’s way out of a small hometown.  Later Wilco albums became soundtracks for falling in love with Natalie and entering parenthood.