David Dusek

I’ve got bad news. They don’t put music on 8-track tapes, vinyl or cassettes any more. You can’t find a rotary-dial phone anywhere, and even the cellular flip phones are off the map. The Betamax videotape experiment failed, and you would be hard-pressed to find a VHS tape anyplace other than perhaps a garage sale …

Good News: Men’s Ministry Can Work Read More »

Back in the late 1980s, I did a stint as a landscape guy. I was a mower operator for a commercial company and I lived my life as most of my colleagues did. My typical day was to be up at 5 a.m, work until 6 p.m., drink until midnight, pass out, and repeat.” Other …

How to Succeed at Christianity without Really Trying Read More »

Apologetics. What an intimidating word that is. Every time I hear it, I think of an apology for a total screw-up. Something like, “I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary, honey.” And within the context of being a Christian, it would sound like, “I’m sorry for believing in something that you don’t.” Webster’s Dictionary defines apologetics …

No Apologies: Dave Is Dead Read More »

He was in the bathroom shaving when I decided to let him have it. “You’re such a freaking poser, dude.”  He looked back at me with this blank “What do you mean?” stare. “You call yourself a Christian, bro?” I lit into him. “You judge everybody. You walk into church and avoid the people that you …

Rough Cut Men: The Face-Off Read More »

“Are you drunk?” I asked him over the phone. “No,” he replied. Thank God! It was my neighbor, Andy, and he had finally called me back. I had gone over to his house and banged on the door, but he didn’t answer. I called his landline and even texted him that I was going to …

David Dusek: ‘Are You Drunk?’ Read More »

Being the father of about 412 teenagers (OK, only 5, but it sometimes seems like 412!), I occasionally get blindsided by stuff, and often after the fact. You dads know what I’m talking about: “I can’t go check the mail, Dad. I forgot to tell you that I backed over the mailbox this morning,” or …

Dads, Guard Your Princesses Read More »