Tip for Creating Secure Passphrases

Need easy way to create a strong passphrase with minimal effort or thought?

Here’s how:

  1. Roll 16 virtual dice at random.org
  2. Write down the numbers from the dice rolls in groups of 4.
  3. Match those numbers to EFF’s short word list.
  4. Add some capitals, numbers, and punctuation that makes sense to you.
  5. Presto you have a new password.

It takes less than 30 seconds and its a great way to create a secure passphrase.

Why does this work?

Generally, people aren’t very good at coming up with passwords or passphrases. So the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) has created wordlists that can be used to select passphrases using dice. You can read more about the science behind this and see more of their lists at their blog post “EFF’s New Wordlists for Random Passphrases“.

Since I generally don’t carry dice with me I just use Random.org’s dice roller and I bookmark the one that rolls 16 dice every time.


PS: The best answer to passwords is still to use a Password Manager, I trust and recommend LastPass

The Original Shack BBQ Sauce

For years I’ve considered Cattlemen’s Classic BBQ Sauce to be the gold standard of BBQ sauces. (I’m of the opinion that sweet BBQ sauces are purveyors of heresy. So you won’t be finding Sweet Baby nothing at my place, ever. Sugar is for the tea.) Cattleman has been my go to for the past 4-5 years… until I encountered the Shack Sauce.

Last year my neighbor introduced me to a Shack Sauce variation he uses in competition and I was stunned. It’s a thin vinegar BBQ sauce and there just aren’t words for its incredible flavor. It’s similar to sauces/mops that I’ve eaten in the Texas Hill Country (must-eat joints like Cooper’s Pit BBQ in Llano, TX) but I’d failed to find anything comparable on the shelf. Until now.

The Legend

The Shack was a BBQ joint that opened in 1934 on 3rd St in Little Rock, AR. It closed after 54 years of business and their sauce has become the stuff of legend for smokers and barbecue aficionados. Versions have been passed around between neighbors and rumored to have been published in the paper once or twice.

Well today I saw the sauce displayed at Whole Hog NLR (another must eat joint) and they have sign advertising the recipe. So here it is in its full glory. Enjoy!

PS: No I won’t share my neighbor’s variation but holler anytime I’ve got a butt on the smoker and your welcome to taste it.

Download Recipe in PDF


The whisper that begins Christmas

“In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered.” ‭‭Luke‬ ‭2:1‬

And so begins the Christmas story, catapulted without context into watching as two young Israelites travel to Bethlehem. Cue the shepherds, angels, and wise men and suddenly a baby lying in a manger. 

Normally my spirit can be found standing in awe of this Light of Heaven. This season however, I’ve found myself wrestling a bit more with what lies before Luke 2. 

The years that are so neatly summarized “In those days.” Those days were a time of darkness and stillness that lasted 400 years. No prophets, no Word from God, no new sermons, just darkness that has blinded much of the World to the Messiah’s arrival. 
In those days is a very uncomfortable place. Desert places where there are no Angels singing “Gloria in excelsis Deo.” Where the world seems cold and dark. Where God himself seems distant and heaven is closed. 
Those are not places that inspire hymns or revival sermons but they are very much a part of our journey.
I wonder what it would have been like to be a follower of YHWH in those 400 years. I imagine them to marked by dwindling services with waning devotion. Where the culture of following YHWH seems to be all but lost. Just a remnant holding to distant Hope.

Prayers seem trite, devotions become an act of habit rather than actual discipleship, and fears and doubt continually dampen the fire of the Spirit. Where faith is a bit more than a flicker

Then a whisper. 

“Now there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon, and this man was righteous and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Christ.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭2:25-26‬ 

God whispers to Simeon.

The Messiah is coming soon and you will see him. 

To be told in the midst of 400 years of silence that the Messiah, the rescuer, is coming seems ridiculous. How does Simeon even process this? It seems too good to be true. And then…

I can feel Simeon’s heart explode as he watches Mary and Joseph enter the temple. The tears on his face as he takes Jesus in his hands. 

“for my eyes have seen your salvation that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and for glory to your people Israel.””

‭‭Luke‬ ‭2:30-32‬ ‭

My spiritual imagination has him wanting to shout these words as he holds up the Messiah in a Lion King Simba pose.

A declaration of salvation and victory for all people!!! Behold the Messiah.
This whispered promise to Simeon that surely happened a few years before Luke 2 is, for me, the beginning of Christmas. 

The whisper that says,

darkness does not win

silence does not last

the distance of God is going to be forever shattered in one word.

God with us.

And that my friends makes Christmas and the miracle of it that much more awe inspiring.

Pardon me while I go stand in the awe of the light because I remember the dark.

Merry Christmas.

Notice of GPG Key Update

This is a notice that as of Apr 2, 2016 my GPG key has been replaced. My previous key has been revoked and my new key has been published to the keyserver pool. This change was to improve the quality and security of my GPG keys.

My new GPG Key is

 Key fingerprint: 95E3 8B55 9E9F 15BA AF41 CFB7 4390 FB8A C4C5 3435
 Key ID  (long): 0x4390FB8AC4C53435
 Key ID (short): 0xC4C53435


  1. I have verified my key at http://keybase.io/tsudo
  2. I have published the public key to my website at http://keithcrawford.me/95E38B559E9F15BAAF41CFB74390FB8AC4C53435.txt
  3. I have updated by twitter profile with my GPG Key ID at https://twitter.com/tsudo

Keith S. Crawford
2016-04-03 00:26


You may view a signed copy of this announcement here to verify it’s authenticity.

Let’s get coffee soon

We’ve said those words nearly every time we’ve crossed paths this past year. Your daughter mentioned that you asked her to help remind you to take me out for coffee soon. Tonight I told my wife through tears that I still owed you coffee.

You probably don’t know what a giant you are in my eyes. How much I admire your integrity, your heart, your fire, and your kindness. I’ve seen your strength in trials, your tears during prayer, your anger at injustice,  and your vulnerability when speaking of your own journey and faults.

You taught me a great deal about leadership and how to balance wisdom & compassion. You never shied away from walking straight into a difficult situation and that driving force was fueled by a servants heart that often acted quietly behind the scenes.

I once assumed that a man of your wisdom and age had it all figured out. I admitted this assumption to you and I got one of the best laughs from you I ever saw. It was a great encouragement to walk alongside such a Godly man that would laugh at being described as such.

Thanks for being real.

A real friend,

A real mentor,

A real brother.

I’ll miss you LP.

PS: Let’s get coffee in heaven. I can’t wait to tell you what God’s been doing in my life this past year.

[For my friend’s reading this post please don’t delay making time to have coffee with a friend.]

The Painful Middle

I’m writing this in the waning hours of “Silent Saturday”. That awful day between the death of Christ and the dawning of a Sunday that would change everything. A day when God seemed silent and perhaps silenced. As I anticipate Easter I find myself running to Sunday a bit too quickly without pausing to realize what Saturday is trying to teach me.

The middle is hard. It is painful, dark, and full of doubt.

A wise brother said too me a few months ago, “We forget that when we read the accounts of redemption in the Bible that we have the benefit of knowing how it turned out. We forget that the middle is mess.

Pause to imagine yourself in the shoes of:

  • David: just a fugitive being hunted by King Saul.
  • Moses: After Pharoh changed his mind the 5th or 6th time and seeing no deliverance just plague after plague.
  • Peter: After seeing Christ die and facing the truth that you denied knowing him 3 times

Those aren’t scenes that make the final cut of our victory narrative. They are however where God does some of his most important work.

When you hear the testimony of someone delivered after years of alcohol and drug abuse and see how God has used them it’s easy to praise God for showing his power. But what if you were there for day 2 of detox?

Would you have doubts? Would you wonder about this being truly God’s plan? Would you consider doing the logical thing to end the pain?

This middle is where doubts and fears challenge the core of our faith. This is the place where all our accumulated knowledge of God isn’t enough to anchor us and we are left with we really believe? 

Which is exactly the point.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (‭Matthew‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬ ESV)

Poor in spirit might be expressed as reaching the end of yourself. Knowing that no amount of self-will or self-discipline will overcome this struggle. When you are left with nothing but crying out to God and pleading for mercy, grace, and divine power.

Don’t miss that God hasn’t even answered yet in this “Silent Saturday”. I can imagine Peter pleading and distraught as he wept this day. Feeling nothing but fear, loneliness, and shame. 

BUT – Was God silent?

NO! Hell was trembling because the very Son of God had come to declare victory over death because the price of sin had been paid. This day was the day the Devil lost. It was the turning point of all eternity.

And tomorrow morning when day breaks that Son of God will be raised by the Holy Spirit and be exalted by the Father. And what does the Angel say? 

But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going before you to Galilee.” (‭Mark‬ ‭16‬:‭7‬ ESV)

And Peter.

Those 2 words are astounding, they are the Gospel. 

Hold fast my brothers and sisters. 

The storms and trials of this world can crush us and we can’t see how this chapter ends. God can and is working to make you more like him. So even in the painful middle we can believe that God is Sovreign, loving, and at work.

He may actually be doing His most important work.

I will bring that group through the fire and make them pure. I will refine them like silver and purify them like gold. They will call on my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘These are my people,’ and they will say, ‘The LORD is our God.’” (‭Zechariah‬ ‭13‬:‭9‬ NLT)

Moving toward Hope


  • Ferguson, MO.
  • Confederate Flag license plates in Texas
  • Indiana Religious Freedom Bills
  • Arkansas’ Prohibition of Anti-Discrimination Ordinances –
All flash points in a growing battle over the issues of racial injustice, insensitivity, and the LGBT discrimination. A battle that has created a polarized reactionary environment that I’m fearful may lead many well-meaning Christians into adopting a stance that serves a social conservative agenda without fully measuring that agenda in contrast to the cause of Christ.


I’m a southern white man and a proud member of a Southern Baptist Church. My voting record leans notably Republican but admittedly this is often due to the lack of a more principled option. I’m also an egregious sinner that treads paths of unconsidered pride and selfishness naturally. So I speak as neither the antidote or an alien to these ailments a the intersection of conservative policy and Christian theology.


I’m simply trying to ask the question: Are my actions and words surrendering to the glory of God and advancing hope to a dying world?

Moving Toward

Recently both Arkansas and Indiana have passed laws that seem geared to protecting people of faith if they choose to discriminate against someone on the basis of their sexual identity or lifestyle (LGBT). At first glance it may seem foregone that Christian’s should support such measures but I ask you to pause an consider discrimination in the light of actions and heart of Christ.


Christ repeatedly challenged the moral norms of his day by seeking out not the well-heeled religious folks but rather the scoundrels and out-casts. Long before he was a popular children’s church song Zacchaeus was the town pariah and a blatant thief. Any morally upright person was more than justified in shunning him. Yet, when Jesus encounters Zacchaeus he says, “Zacchaeus, hurry and come down, for I must stay at your house today.” (‭Luke‬ ‭19‬:‭5‬ ESV).


Not only did Christ stop and do the unthinkable by speaking to Zacchaeus he caused a scandal by going to this man’s house. To be sure he didn’t excuse or endorse the actions of Zacchaeus but he did the exact opposite of discriminating against him. He went toward him.


Toward him.


That direction is a direct challenge to any reaction that would relationally stiff-arm someone due to their position as a scoundrel. For we are all scoundrels.


To simplify the question: How do I bring glory to God as I interact with every single human?

Yes, but what about legal protection

So what of the risk of legal persecution of someone taking a moral stance regarding their faith?


I certainly don’t discount such a possibility. In fact, a biblical worldview indicates more of this is on its way in coming decades. (Revelation doesn’t exactly read like a Disney cruise brochure but that’s okay because I know how the book ends.)


The question for me is, where am I placing my trust? I can by no means say that God is against laws that protect his servants but history says that if I’m placing my trust there I’ll be sorely disappointed. When I examine the persecution and flourishing of the early church and that most of you have at least heard the name of Dietrich Bonhoeffer then I must entertain the uncomfortable notion that God may allow persecution to accomplish his purposes. Perhaps my faith shouldn’t be in the words of legal protection but rather rooted in the Word of God.


Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. (‭James‬ ‭1‬:‭2-4‬ ESV)


I’d be remiss to not mention the my entire salvation depends upon the unjust persecution of Jesus Christ.


The question: Am I more concerned with self-preservation and security than I am with following after Christ?
(Yeah, I don’t much care for that question either.)


Hope not Hate

[Disclaimer: I believe the issues surrounding LGTB discrimination and that or racism are VERY different issues. I should have broken these into separate posts. However, my mind an spirit has been greatly troubled and all these words have spilled out over recent days. So please forgive me for writing about both together.]


I’m woefully ignorant about many of the challenges that my black brother’s and sisters face in today’s society but I’m grateful for dear friends and exemplary Christian Pastors that God has used to peel back my naivete in recent years. Yet even with my limited understanding of the racism they face I found myself flinching at posts and comments from Christian white people in the days following the Ferguson shooting and subsequent protests.


Regardless of the facts and or fault in such a tragic situation I feel a divine responsibility to confront injustice. Not to be dismissive or hostile. Even a willingness to accept our own ignorance and listen is a starting point.


The question: What does loving my neighbor look like?


Which brings me to the Sons of Confederate Veterans in Texas who are currently asking, under the premise of free speech, to put a Confederate flag on a license plate.

Bless their hearts.


Before I continue let it be known I spent a good number of years as a Civil War reenactor (Grey & Blue mind you and relished every moment). I have been invited 3 times to join the SCV in Arkansas and I have the documentation of family records to have my membership approved. I’ve got kinfolk with their names etched in a wall in Chickamauga, GA and I can sing the words of the “Bonnie Blue Flag” from heart. So if you’d care to attack my love for the South with all her blemishes and bruises you’d better pack a lunch. You’ll need it.


My experience with the Illegitimate Sons of the Confederacy (my PG approved moniker) has greatly jaded my view and unfortunately their actions continue to bear out my prejudice against them. Honestly, for the SCV to have any shred of legitimacy in heritage preservation they would lobby for using the actual flag of the C.S.A., pictured below. To be clear I would not support that measure either. So I’ll try to abbreviate my derision of this organization that continues to be an ignorant stain on Southern Heritage and return to the issue of faith.
The 1st National Flag of the Confederacy 1861-1863

The 1st National Flag of the Confederacy 1861-1863

As a Christian standing in line at a the Texas DMV considering a confederate flag license plate how can I ignore that I might unnecessarily offend and also limit my usefulness as a vessel of hope and mercy? I can just see a Baptist church with a parking lot full of trucks with confederate flags praying over how to reach their community.


The question: Whom do I love more? Me or them?


I echo the words of Dr. Moore (a white Baptist)

And from the Apostle Paul,
Even though I am a free man with no master, I have become a slave to all people to bring many to Christ. When I was with the Jews, I lived like a Jew to bring the Jews to Christ. When I was with those who follow the Jewish law, I too lived under that law. Even though I am not subject to the law, I did this so I could bring to Christ those who are under the law. When I am with the Gentiles who do not follow the Jewish law, I too live apart from that law so I can bring them to Christ. But I do not ignore the law of God; I obey the law of Christ. When I am with those who are weak, I share their weakness, for I want to bring the weak to Christ. Yes, I try to find common ground with everyone, doing everything I can to save some. I do everything to spread the Good News and share in its blessings. (‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭9‬:‭19-23‬ NLT)


Advancing a Higher Agenda

Brothers and Sisters I do not propose that these thoughts should lead to a single or simple answer nor be used as a litmus test. I just want to take a moment and ask sincere questions of myself and my brother’s and sisters.

My goal is to challenge ourselves to consider, to pray, to seek wisdom and above all else seek to advance only one agenda: that of the kingdom of God.

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. (‭Philippians‬ ‭2‬:‭3-4‬ ESV)
God Bless.


Broken Together

The Key - Brokenness

The one thing…

What is the one thing that:

  • enables God’s forgiveness and mercy to flood our souls?
  • ushers us to the point of confession and true repentance?
  • takes us to the end of ourselves where we realize that we have no defense before God?


Knowing we are utterly and completely messed up.

We have selfish minds, evil hearts, weak wills, unsatisfactory talents, and we simply can’s make this thing called life work. When it begins to crack, crumble, or utterly implode then we cry out to God, “I can’t do this, I can’t take it anymore” and an almighty loving God says, “I know and I love you.”

My Lent devotional, Journey to the Cross, put it this way yesterday,

“You are worse than you think, but also far more loved by God than you ever imagined.”

Ouch and Hallelujah.

Pride says I’m not that bad. I’ve got this under control. I don’t really need God all the time, just occasionally. I’m really OK.

This pride completely shuts us off from God. Pride is worship of self and God hates me worshiping any idol. I dare say there is no greater idol than ourselves. I often say there is really only one sin, Pride. The rest (greed, lust, envy, anger, laziness, and gluttony) are just symptoms of what I think I deserve or want and when I want them.

The funny thing about God’s answer to pride is humility. Humility has only one prerequisite, absolute brokenness.

The point at which I hold nothing back. I reserve nothing from God, he can take whatever he wants and do what he wants. My response to his astounding love and mercy is to utter only one creed, “I have decided to follow Jesus.”

You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise. – Psalm 51:16-17

Broken Together

As I’ve seen God do miraculous open-life surgery on me to rip pride from my chest and have seen brokenness become a beautiful anecdote to so much of my sin…. the question I’m left with is

Why are we Christians, (the church) so consumed with pretending that none of us are broken?


Allow me to give you 2 snapshots from recent months:

  • I’m a breakfast with 3 other men from a local church who by any standard are pillars of faith and the community. By anyone’s estimation these men have it all together: successful jobs, good physical health, beautiful families, savings accounts etc… Yet the conversation that morning was about how truly messed up and damaged we are by sin. Make no mistake these are truly good men that are seriously seeking to honor Christ and yet here we find a common bond of brokenness.
  • At a recent breakfast with a dear friend we began to share or spiritual journeys over the past 4-5 years. This is a guy who has preached, led worship, can teach the Bible at a moment’s notice, and is a giant in my eyes and guess what? He’s broken too. His life has suffered catastrophic blows when God started trying to get his attention. God has redeemed so much of that pain and blessed him tremendously yet he still struggles. (Glory to God he is an agent of brokenness, seeking and sharing to help others.)

It’s as if God intended for us to be broken and to be broken together.

Yet how would a hurting soul see us on Sunday when we all pretend to have it all figured out. Perhaps they need to hear that we are as messed up as they are (perhaps more so when you consider our complacency and hypocrisy after encountering the gospel.) Yet God loves them and us.

I’ve spent years putting on a mask and pretending that I wasn’t broken all the while suffering in isolation in defeat. When God started to get my attention and by his grace I got vulnerable and real honest it was then that God put brothers and sisters in my life that shared their brokenness and suddenly I feel like I’ve discovered exactly what church should have been the whole time.

I told my accountability partner one morning that I’m ashamed that I’ve missed this for 35yrs of my life. That I feel like I finally discovered what church should have been along. Broken folks that stop pretending and celebrate the love and redemption of God against all odds and logic. Sounds like church to me.

So allow me to say: I’m broken, real broken. I’m messed up, I’ve got way too much sin I’m nourishing in my life, I struggle, I doubt, I waver, and I coming running back hurting and helpless to the throne of YHWH and weep when he shows his mercy.

I’ve spent along time dressing well and putting on an “I’m ok” mask on Sundays. I’ve worked hard to maintain a veneer of having it all together and now by the grace of God I’m no longer doing that. I’d rather be broken, because pride was killing me.

So what do we do now?

  1. Resolve not to tear others down when their broken parts are exposed. – Whether by gossip or simply coldness we communicate that being broken makes you an outlier and unwelcome. God forgive us. We never simply excuse sin but if Christ died on a rugged cross for it might I find a way to love someone in the midst of it?
  2. Find a place to get real. – There is certainly a level of wisdom that should be applied. I don’t suggest that the proper place is to ask the Pastor for 15minutes on a Sunday morning to air all that you are struggling with but we must find a safe place to start being real. 1 on 1 or small groups are a good place to start. Ask God to open the door and take courage to walk through. (Relationships have a funny way of requiring us to be vulnerable, why would the family of God be any different.)
  3. Seek others who are broken. – It might be serving the homeless, going on a mission trip, showing love to a visitor, or just finding a way to go the extra mile when you know someone is hurting. The flames of pride stayed doused when we realize that we are loved regardless and suddenly that love spills out onto others.

God is still God, he can redeem even the chaos and pain that is in your life and perhaps we can give him more glory and spread his good news more authentically once we resolve to be broken… together.

Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God. But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. For we have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original confidence firm to the end. – Hebrews 3:12-14

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