John Shore

Give my boss an excellent reason to fire me, or God a reason to maybe give me the ultimate Thumbs Down? Sure, it SOUNDS like an easy decision to...

Turned out part of my fantastic new job was helping Satan with his PR needs. What’s a newly-saved sinner to do?

You know that recent spate of books written by dedicated atheists who in their own way each make the point that Christians are fundamentally...

You knew this day would arrive--that sooner or later, in one way or another, I’d have to wrap up this story about the killer attack squirrels. Yes,...

Oh, it was on.

You know how that little buzz of fear kicks in whenever a cute, wild little critter gets close enough to bite you? Well, imagine that one such...

We came. They saw. They charged.

When bad squirrels happen to good people.

We left off with you giving up on me ever telling you about how my wife Catherine and I were attacked one day after church by killer squirrels in...

Frisbee-playing angels. Secretly resentful dogs. Mocking dogs. My wife being entirely suspicious. Mobs of uniformed elderly. Children with giant...

You believe me. You don't believe me. You're thinking about selling all your stuff and moving into the woods to become a survivalist. The important...

One minute you’re just relaxing outside on a beautiful day with your lovely wife. The next you’re being charged by a phalanx of crazed squirrels...

I know who God can make me. Why do I keep choosing to be someone else?

I wonder when the slogan for Eric Hogue’s radio show will go from “The New Talk of Northern California” to “We Once Had John Shore On!”?

This is the story of my life. Or an allegory of it. Or something.

Sloth-like EMT’s. Plasma-grabbing little girls. I knew I shouldn't have left the house.

Amazing grace. How sweet the grounds.

For centuries, theologians have wondered whether or not Jesus was funny. Or, if theologians haven’t been wondering about that for centuries, I do...