Author, speaker, pastor and radio talk show host Carol Howard Merritt invited me to be a guest on her God Complex Radio show. We talked about PregMANcy, my new memoir coming out on April 1, 2012, as well as about why so much Christian Music sucks. Oh,
Read more →We spent a few days in Pagosa Springs, one of our favorite getaway spots in Colorado. Although there’s not much in the way of nightlife, we wouldn’t have much use for it anymore even if they did, seeing as how we have one-plus kids in tow. The
Read more →by Christian Piatt (Originally published on the Huffington Post) I was reading Rob Bell’s book, “Love Wins” recently, when I came across one of his early arguments for a broader look at salvation. He suggests that, if the notion some maintain about the risks of eternal damnation
Read more →My son, Mattias, started second grade last week. He wears a uniform of khakis and polo shirts to school, and on Wednesdays, he wears a button-up shirt and tie. He looks like a little Alex P. Keaton, the aspiring young Republican from Family Ties. This morning he
Read more →By Christian Piatt To say my son is a wellspring of quotable quotes would be playing down his uniqueness of word choice. In fact, he’s such a great source of material that I’ve written two books about him so far. The first book, called PregMANcy: A Dad,
Read more →The flaws of biblically-based sex education (Originally published in PULP) It’s no shock that teen pregnancy and other related issues are a big problem in this community. It’s been that way for a long time. Various people have offered ideas about why this is and what to
Read more →My Lifelong Attraction to Magnet Schools By Christian Piatt (Originally published in PULP) I grew up in Dallas, where the question, “where did you go to school?” meant something very different than it did in Pueblo. There was a sort of constant jockeying for positions on the
Read more →My wife, Amy, and I were driving southbound on Interstate 25 recently when a figure ran across the road, right at the edge of one of the overpasses near downtown Pueblo. Though my first instinct was to slam on the brakes, I slowed down enough to notice it was a police officer whose car was parked on the other side of the highway.
At first, we assumed he was in pursuit of a bad guy, but then Amy notice a little boy, no more than four years old, standing on the outside of the guardrail of the bridge. The point on the overpass where he was had to be at least thirty feet above ground; more than enough to inflict serious – if not fatal – damage if he fell.
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