Author: jdwells
In the Parable of Wise and Foolish Builders, Jesus waxes architectural about the merit of houses built on rock foundations. In his words, “everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.” This well-known Biblical passage...
It’s riding a rollercoaster as the track is being laid. It’s running an obstacle course shrouded in opaque fog. It’s explaining the breadth of existence in a wordless language. It’s splendidly primal. It’s ineffably sophisticated. It’s life. It’s jazz. Since I first heard Sinatra’s silky baritone crooning to the brassy...
Good vs. Evil. It is the most rudimentary of human conflicts, disputed in theatres of war, chambers of argument, and across Thanksgiving dinner tables. Our nature as logical beings is to categorize the world in comprehensible terms. We use the descriptors of “good” and “evil” as shorthand designations of our...
Safety, Courtesy, Show, and Efficiency. Anyone who has ever worked for “The Mouse” can recite these Four Keys of guest experience with cultish zeal. Working as a Walt Disney World cast member, I observed that these four pillars support the larger pediment of an unspoken key called Repeatability. This means...
History will tell you that man took his first “small step” on the Moon in the summer of 1969. Apologies to Mr. Armstrong, but the first humans to accomplish this feat did so almost twenty-five years before he was even born. Back in 1901, for the modest price of 50...
“I have you now!” Through the hidden wavelengths of the force, I could hear the dark lord menacing through stertorous breath. A cold sweat streamed down my pallid face as I stared up at the screaming Imperial behemoth, its blaster-scored armor glinting red in the Felucian sun. With a tremulous...
Indiana is eternity. The passage of each season here is but a retelling of the poignant past that is both its present and future. Like your favorite book, you know its beginning, its climax, its end and its twists before you perfunctorily push past the love-worn binding. Its story, not...
