I wear a ring I bought back in high school (1970’s, just to be clear) that bears the ichthus (fish) symbol of the first century Christians. One time, someone pointed out my ring and asked if I were a Pisces.
Obviously, I’m not an astrological kind of person. As a citizen of Jesus’ kingdom, I certainly don’t believe that being born under any kind of sign or pronouncement necessitates my destiny.
So I like really like this little piece about a Continue reading “Let’s call on “Pain & Distress” this time”
The story of the Old Testament prophet, Jonah, is an intriguing one, and is not without a mild undercurrent of a Providential sense of humor. Not to poke fun at Jonah’s dire straits, but he did, after all, open himself wide to at least some form of discipline. Interestingly, as the story unfolds, Jonah never denies that he worships the God of the Hebrew people; he just persistently argues with Him, at least concerning God’s intended task for His wayward prophet. I have to wonder what brought the man to this extreme—maybe someone from Nineveh had harmed his family somehow, causing a hatred so intense that it created a prejudice toward the whole town (along the lines of the comment about Jesus: “can anything good come out of Nazareth”.) Maybe Jonah considered God to be unjust in His patient treatment of anyone “not Jewish”.
Or maybe he was just having a bad day…?
Regardless, a massive storm blows up to buffet the ship carrying Continue reading “Cramped quarters”
One thing that can’t be disputed about relationship with God in the Old Testament times—it was messy. A lot of blood was involved: bulls, goats, pigeons,…prophets.
In one of the most historically and spiritually significant Old Testament sacrifices, Abram (not yet having his name changed to Abraham) slices in half several specimens of the animal kingdom in preparation for a special covenant with this Most High God whom very few people are even aware of any more, much less worship. This is going to be unlike any other offering Abram has participated in, and I suspect Continue reading “Beware of fly-by’s”
I like to celebrate whenever I can. I’ve even been known to create my own holidays!
Today, I celebrate (in words, anyway) a shift in women’s fashion, particularly catching on with my middle school girls. Now, the female species of the pre-ad homosapien is particularly vulnerable to whatever is coming down the pipe from the Big Apple or Hollywood.
I find this unfortunate…
I have three fashionista rules: Cleanliness, Comfort, and Coverage. So thankfully, the trend tends to be moving to the longer tunics, and get this—“mom jeans” are making a comeback! (Pick me up off the floor!) Mom jeans were Continue reading “Modern-day Molech”
I seriously love trees. In fact, forested landscapes are on the top of the list of my favorites. I remember the thrill of exploring the woods as a youngster at Girl Scout camp, and conquering that amazing (although not altogether safe) tree house in our neighborhood. At this writing (July), the leaves are fully out and lush green, and our eldest just did a preschool unit on trees with our two-year-old granddaughter. The sooner she learns that trees are our friends, the better!
God evidently thinks so, too. As the recently Continue reading “Waste not; want not”
Things that don’t make sense:
- Why flight attendants give instructions on how to use the inflatable life jacket on a flight from Kansas City to to Los Angeles. It seems these items would be much benefit flying over Kansas wheat fields or the Rockies. Granted, my geography isn’t so good, but maybe they know something I don’t? (Corollary: why don’t we get parachutes instead?)
- Why “flammable” and “inflammable” mean the same thing. (As if the English language isn’t confusing enough, even for those of us who grew up with it.)
- Why a black hat stands for the bad guy and a white hat stands Continue reading “Things that don’t make sense…”
Bob says my head is a scary place to visit. Truth be told, he does occasionally admit that that’s one of the reasons he married me 35+ years ago. To this day, he says that I’m “irregular”. In the common sense, it’s both a blessing…and a curse.
I tried teaching myself logic from an authentically academic book. Not the term “logic” that is generously used in everyday usage, although that idea harkens back to the true definition, I suppose. One of the few things I got out of this autodidactic exercise, (besides that fact that I probably wasn’t going to learn this without a qualified teacher…), is that false premises lead to faulty conclusions. In other words, Continue reading “If A, then B…or not.”
The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, is a truly beautiful place, inside and out. I love the antiquities area, as you can walk through ancient Egypt and gawk at the real-live (pardon the pun) mummy. I especially appreciate the artwork from the days of the early church. In one glassed-in case resides a “reliquary”, a silver ornate depository of some sainted person’s finger bone, or so they say. Who “they” are, I’m not sure. Evidently, there was supposedly something special about the bones of any saint so-and-so, and to have one was quite a boon back in the day, a bit higher on the scale than, say, a rabbit’s foot.
Mark Twain makes a point in one of his books that, in Continue reading “Is your religion a rabbit’s foot?”
There is a distinct difference between a whistle-blower and horn-blower. A whistle-blower, as current events has shown all too poignantly, has more to do with drawing attention to others, usually carrying with it negative connotations. A horn-blower has to do with promoting one’s self, also with ironically negative connotations, at least with one’s peers.
Except that there are a few finer nuances with blowing one’s own horn (ask me how I know this). One category, in fact, has to do with a type self-promotion in the eyes of others that can be done in ways so subtle as to even disguise itself from the one actually doing it! Another Continue reading “Put on notice.”
Bob loves intelligent sci-fi, you know, the kind where you dare not walk out of the room or you might miss an important piece of the mental puzzle. (But then, he also likes big stupid scary monsters, like Godzilla, so I’ll just him “eclectic”.) He wanted to watch the movie Inception…again. Now, I’ve been vying for the old Jimmy Stewart black and white You Can’t Take It With You, so you can see our differences in taste. But he’s working on some of his own writing and he was doing some, shall we say, research. Because that’s what college professors do.
Fine. Inception won out.
No plot spoiler, but be prepared to wrap your head around Continue reading “Tink, and A Movie”