Writings by Cole Huffman


Huff the Magnificent

Ask me what I remember from visiting Jerusalem last year and I’ll tell you what happened in Memphis. Unto us a child was born, our grandson Huffman. We got word his mother was in labor as we entered the Garden of Gethsemane, the place Jesus sweated blood. Maybe the closest I’ll ever come to feeling stress like that is the day my barely 21-year-old son told me a girl was pregnant with his baby. (Colson provided some comic relief later: “I’m going to be an uncle? At... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Oct 23
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Twenty Years Capsule

Twenty years ago, the dawn of a new century was only a couple of months away. Were you stockpiling goods due to Y2K fears? Software developers rushed to fix the “Millennium Bug,” staving off the chaos that would have ensued if computerized banking and defense systems collapsed.   Only Jonathan Cahn would find anything useful now in the Y2K books of old. Cahn’s hermeneutics—called eisegesis , reading into the text—was in play around Y2K. I remember... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Sep 25
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Lunchroom Land

When my kids were elementary school students, I sometimes lunched with them. Gawking children would say to my son or daughter, Your dad is tall! I heard that as often as I saw kids wasting whole trays of food. I have two dependents still at home, my youngest daughter (high school) and youngest son (middle school). They’re now at the age where Dad’s appearance in the lunchroom would tend to embarrass, even if I went bearing Chick-fil-A, so I don’t tread into their... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Aug 22
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