Bulldozer—now there’s a fun word! I did a little digging (pun intended), and evidently bulldozer is a very American term, no surprise that. Its origin is summarily inelegant, and had nothing whatsoever to do with the helpful heavy machinery we count on today.
Not long after the American Civil War and Honest Abe’s Emancipation Proclamation, racial prejudice continued (duh) in the form of intimidation tactics, which included administering a “bull’s dose” with a whip on the backs of black Americans who would not vote for a certain party. The thugs eventually were referred to as “bull dosers” or “bull dozers”, those who cleared a path for their own ideology. (1)Continue reading “Proper use of the bulldozer.”
“Jesus replied, ‘Your mistake is that you don’t know the Scriptures, and you don’t know the power of God.'”
PS–there are plenty of quality “apologetic” Biblical studies out there to answer many difficult questions about the Bible. It’s okay to ask questions; it’s not okay to gripe about not getting answers. After all, it really does take a little bit of rocket science to get to the moon and beyond…! (But it’s well worth the view.)
Face it, there are just some things we don’t like to admit.
I think I’m getting pretty good at the phrase, “I’m sorry”. If something goes wrong, I just kind of figure it’s probably my fault. There’s an art to apologizing and I’ve had plenty of practice.
I’m also quite adept at “no”, as in, “I can’t accommodate what you want me to do at this time.” That just has to do with personal boundaries and allocation of resources, also a finely honed skill.
One of my bloggin’ buddies, Slim Jim, has started a new series which I call “Post-It Note Theology”, based on the above picture which I have also stolen from his most worthy and informative site. He certainly has longer, more in-depth treatments of Christian apologetics and other scholarly things, but I likewise appreciate these spiritual sound bytes for my brain! To my exceptionally non-techno mind, a sound byte is like a food bite. It’s not enough to fill me up and sustain me indefinitely, but it gives me something to chew on and draw me back for more.
Here’s his most recent tidbit:
As we adore Him, we abhor sin.
As several of us were sitting around his blogging meal and began sampling this morsel, the digital table conversation began. Here is a part, (and their websites are pretty cool also):
Nice. Fill our minds with the things of God, and no room left for the things of Satan. This is a time when limited brain power is quite useful. Space is limited, so no room for the garbage if I put the right stuff in. Good reminder, Brother Jim, thanks.
Good point Wally…I for one have so much useless garbage stored in my brain that I must delete something in order to make room for more…Should I tell another joke before hitting the delete button?
LOL, Patrick, what you said makes perfect sense to me. My storage is limited, so if I use it for God, not as much is left over for the devil. And yes, keep on with the jokes. Your cheesy jokes are a high point of my day usually.
I am reminded of Romans 2:4. It was the quality of God’s character that made me want to give up certain thoughts and actions. They simply didn’t compare well, and they got in the way of what I really wanted. Thank you for the memory prompt.
Interestingly, I was just considering myself how we tend to “fill up on junk food” that may taste good at first (and who doesn’t like a double-scoop cone this time of the summer??) but which is actually pretty bad for you, especially compared to real food.
Real food. Sustaining. Which is what adoration is, actually. A disciplined steady diet of thinking about the love of my life, (well, yes, Bob, that’s you, but I mean….), the One Who gave His life to give me mine back.
And like the future food critic says in this vid, “Umm, ummm! Delicious!”
A husband in graduate school with three small children in tow—that was life for six years at Indiana University. We lived in married student housing—what Bob dubbed “the finest in institutional living”—he went to school and worked as a teaching assistant while I muddled through part time as a nurse, sometimes nightshift so that babysitting was minimal, which meant sometimes sleep was also. Graduate student families are poor, by definition, but again, that depends on whose definition. Our bedroom was so small, Bob said that if you walked in and fainted, you’d have at least 60% chance of landing on the bed.
Bulldozer—now there’s a fun word! I did a little digging (pun intended), and evidently bulldozer is a very American term, no surprise that. Its origin is summarily inelegant, and had nothing whatsoever to do with the helpful heavy machinery we count on today.
INSPIRATION with an ATTITUDE 