Author: Mark Egge

Mean …Senile people suck! Heh. Can I say that? No, I suppose not. I mean, she’s my grandmother and all. But it’s just that, well, she’s always been ornery (what a great English word!), but now… god help us, she’s senile AND ornery. My dad is seemingly a man of infinite resourcefulness, but she seems […]

Man. Being sick is miserable. Heh. It’s curious, really, how two degrees difference in the temperature under one’s tongue can humble one from running miles to agonizing over trivial distances. Huh. I return from Duluth with a single poignant question: is our high standard of living in the West (and America specifically) built on the […]

that Your people I do not understandSo to you I wish to put and endAnd you’ll never hear surf music again. er… no. Thanks, Jimi. That’s actually exactly what I had in mind. But no. rather, that I’m leaving you. And by you, I do mean you, chere reader. But don’t despair– it’s only for […]

Question: If there was no sickness or disease in the Garden of Eden and if it was God’s plan that we should live in the Garden, in fellowship with him for all eternity, then why does the human body have an elaborate and intricate immune system? That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. […]

Let’s see… I suppose I’m overdue for one of those boring but obligatory personal updates. So. Without further ado… My sister, Jenny, was married on Sunday. The ceremony was, of course, beautiful–an outside wedding at a flowering and mountainous bed & breakfast outside of Loveland–and the reception, of course, would have been a lot more […]