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Author: wally metts

Wally Metts is the daysman. He is a professor of English and communication at Spring Arbor University and co-pastors Falling Waters Bible Church. The father of four adult children, he and his wife Katie raise barn cats on 20 acres in Horton, Michigan. His grandchildren call him Santa.

when tables turn

October 2, 2011October 2, 2011 wally mettsLeave a comment

Mindless banter can never rise to the level of true hospitality. That’s because the thing we finally give each other is our selves and not merely our stuff.

Posted in commentary, culture, faithTagged guest, hospitality, host, samaritan, stranger

sin is crouching at the door

September 27, 2011October 9, 2011 wally metts8 Comments

War and greed are still crouching at the door. This is the motivating principle of democracy itself, since it teaches us no man can be trusted too little or for too long.

Posted in books, commentary, cultureTagged cain and abel, greed, sin, steven pinker, utopia, violence, war

food for thought

September 26, 2011 wally metts4 Comments

We often encounter college students who seem completely lacking in domestic skills, anxious to learn the simplest things about managing a home. They know they can’t eat in the college cafeteria the rest of their life.

Posted in commentary, culture, food, UncategorizedTagged cooking, home economics, pop cans, student debt

read more, write more

September 23, 2011October 9, 2011 wally metts12 Comments

Facebook updates are not the key to your future or your success. What you need is more long form reading in an age of Twitter.

Posted in books, communication, culture, educationTagged aristotle, books, classics, facebook, genderlect, reading, Tannen, tozer, writing

on dying well

September 21, 2011September 21, 2011 wally metts12 Comments

We have a lot yet to learn. But we are determined to learn it, and to extend grace with calmness and certitude in our final hours.

Posted in commentary, family, grief, marriage, poetryTagged death, grace, grief, sam hamill, the orchid flower

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