Singlehandedly one of the dumbest questions I could ask in all Christendom. Rivaled only by, perhaps, “Where does the youth pastor come down on pajama jeans?” But in this Holy Week, I have been thinking about the fact that I believe in a living God. I have mentioned this a few times before, as a source of encouragement,… Continue reading What Does Christ’s Resurrection Mean for My Diet?
I’ve decided that I can’t be mad at God anymore. I am not constantly mad at God, but sometimes it feels like a default setting for me. When times get hard, especially an ongoing trial that is out of my control, my reaction tends to be extreme frustration. Maybe mad is not the right word. Rather, I… Continue reading No More Holy Hissy Fits
The mall is a beautiful place. In one location, you can smell body splashes that remind you of summer fruit and/or birthday cake, ride a tiny train, and sample 5 to 7 different variations of the same Asian dish. It’s also air-conditioned entertainment for my three-year-old, a feature which allows me to keep an eye on the… Continue reading No Country for Fluffy Women
It’s a new year and I’m back. I need to share with you the wrap up of last year, what stats I actually ended with, and some of the things the Lord taught me along the way. And I’ll get to all that. But today I just wanted to talk to you about a not often discussed phenomenon:… Continue reading Every Yesterday Should be December 31st
I've recently been reading Exodus. I chose Exodus because I have always felt a kinship with the patriarch, Moses. No, I don't think I should carry a staff and wear long robes, (Although if I keep shopping Lu La Roe, it's bound to happen.) He's just flawed. Moses makes a lot of mistakes. He wonders… Continue reading Moses Supposes
Taffy the Great 