Remember When Yesterday was my beloved's birthday. I won't say how old she was, but my birthday card was a little booklet called "1956: Remember When . . ." It listed others who were born that year: Joe Montana (greatest QB ever), Carrie Fisher (AKA Princess Leia), Bo Derek (numero diez), Kenny G, and Sinbad. The hit tunes were dominated by Elvis ("Don't Be Cruel," "Heartbreak Hotel," "Hound Dog," "Love Me Tender"). The Evil Empire won the World Series. More significantly, Martin Luther King organized a boycott of public buses in Montgomery, the Supreme Court outlawed racial segregation in instrastate public transportation, and Dwight Eisenhower was reelected. - - - - Religious Porn Two different people told me the same story in the last two weeks. They were in churches that had magazines out, happened to pick one up, and saw something about me. The first was in a Christian Church in Kansas where they saw an article I'd written on Christian unity. Must have been in Christian Standard or, perhaps, One Body (another journal that picked it up from the Standard). The second was in a Church of Christ somewhere. They told me they read an article that was attacking me for what I'd written on unity in the Christian Standard. It was in the Spiritual Sword, they said! Are you kidding me? I had no idea it was still being published. There was a time that I couldn't resist peeking at the heretic-detecting, faith-contending religious pornography that came through the office. But it's been a long, long time. I guess I hoped they'd gone out of business. But no -- someone brought me this copy back. It was strange holding it my hands, since I've sworn off religious porn for so long. Don't get me wrong: there are undoubtedly some edifying articles that have appeared in all of these. (Little known fact: long ago Contending for the Faith picked up something I'd written and published it. That was about 1979. So yes, I'm one of their writers.) But overall, the tenor of these rags has been so sour and arrogant. And by writing this little blog, there's a chance I'll reappear again soon in a magazine near you. But please . . . don't tell me about it.