According to somewhere on the un-impeachable wisdom of the internet, we are told that 55 grams of leafy dandelion greens (that’s about ¼ of a cup, again, ibid source of information) can supply 112% of our daily need for Vitamin A. This, naturally, depends on several things:
- That our need for Vitamin A won’t be redefined in the near future, (like it’s cousin, Vit-D)
- That the internet is correct (a discomfiting assumption)
- That we can get past our aversion to eating what we all grew up calling “weeds”.
I should insert here that I have acquired a mildly humorous reputation at work as a health nut, that is, being willing to try otherwise unconventional things in the name of “wellness”. I’m seriously not much of a cook, I use Continue reading “What’s in YOUR salad?”
Agabus—now there’s a name you don’t hear very often, if ever. He’s only really mentioned twice in the early church account of Acts, as a prophet, which means he was a bit open to doing unconventional things….but that’s a different story.
The first time we see him is in the town of Antioch in the middle of Continue reading “Agabus, by any other name, would still be, um…different.”
As much as I love Old Testament accounts, I would like to fast forward to another man named Saul; this one lived during the time of Jesus’s sojourn on Earth, and had undoubtedly heard about Him, if not having witnessed some of His miracles/speaking engagements firsthand. Saul is a really interesting character in his own right. A Roman citizen by birth (which was nothing to sneeze at in those days), he was also on the fast track to the very powerful Continue reading “Saul: the storm before the storm”
I love the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City. My NYC artist daughter says that the collection there is considerable, and she would know. I’m a particular fan of the antiquities section, Egypt and all that, and Bob always likes to visit the Orientals. Of course, part of the artwork that is preserved has to do with the culture’s endemic religious artifacts, including the stone/metal/wooden idols, some little and some not so little (there’s a Buddha in the stairwell that would not even fit in my house….)
Of course, in our post-modern (whatever that is), enlightened and Continue reading “Back seat Buddha”
My husband tells the story of some professors, including himself, sitting around at lunch one day sharing theories of why birds sing in the morning. Finally, one of the Ph.D.s piped up and said,
“Maybe they just like to sing.”
And that’s probably my first reason to continue this site. Maybe not many will read it (there are a plethora of Continue reading “Bloggin’ 201.1”
Ahab and Jezebel, now there’s a dynamic duo. Ever notice that there aren’t a whole lot of babies girls named Jezebel? Doesn’t take an anthropology degree to figure out why. Here we are now in the time of the heavy duty prophet Elijah. King Ahab and his lovely queen have been seriously thumbing their noses at God, even more so than some of their predecessors, and God sends a Continue reading “Obadiah, the unsung hero”
So much of the Christian contemporary music sounds the same. At least most of the stuff that plays on the radio, that is. Don’t get me wrong—I love the message. I’m not a well-informed music critic; it’s just that I like variety. (I also love pizza, but not for breakfast, lunch, and supper everyday…) It’s unfortunate that, when spinning the dial—and I date myself with that one!—to find some good tunes, you can automatically tell it’s a Christian station, not by the words necessarily, but by the sound.
But this writing isn’t about music, per se. I’m actually considering Continue reading “A Bad Case of the Shoulds”
Sitting in my daughter’s living room, listening to the one and only Stevie Wonder while Jess puts the baby down for a nap, glad that my daughter likes some of her mother faves from back in the, well, let’s just say “way back then”. Hopefully she got a few other good things from me as well, even more important than a love of music. I remember when she was getting ready for 9th grade and I gave her the choice of what instrument to play in the band. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not she would learn music; that was a given, just part of her education. It’s one of those parental decisions that Continue reading “LP: Long-Play/Loving Parenthood”