Where was God…?
Where indeed. I can answer with five letters. But first, some historical applications.
Mark's Views, Perhaps โ from behind my eyeballs
Where was God…?
Where indeed. I can answer with five letters. But first, some historical applications.
I have started reading through Dorcas Smucker’s new book, Tea and Trouble Brewing. I get to write a review of it as part of a virtual book tour!
This isn’t that review, but I wanted to call attention to an outstanding excerpt Dorcas uses from another book, Parenting is Heart Work: Read it all
I eyeball ๐ ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ the political scene without entangling myself in the political drama (or is it merely a play?).
When I go grocery shopping, I also eyeball others’ unbelievably loaded shopping carts and the “food stamp” Oregon Trail cards they use for payment…and I remember Alexis de Tocqueville: Read it all
Erick Erickson has an amazing piece at Red State.
Though I disagree with his closing line as applied to Christians — “Now go vote! The future of the nation is at stake!!!!” — and though I wish he wouldn’t engage in partisan commentary for an article such as this, I still find much which I can affirm.
So I’ve excerpted most of what’s particularly outstanding to me. Read it all
I. Don’t. Know. You.
I wasn’t looking for you. I found you during a Web search for one of my many friends. Now I’ve seen you — far more of you than I, who am not your husband, should have seen.
Did you mean to look sad? Perhaps you were trying to look seductive or at least inviting, kneeling upright there in the grass.
But what’s striking and attention-grabbing to me is your face, not the rest of your body. You look sad, T. (I’d make this even more personal by using your name, but then I would be helping the curious and the perverts to find you.)
Do you look sad because you know…
Or is the sad face your attempt to sear an unspoken truth into the eyes and conscience of the photog and all other lookers? Read it all
Andrรฉe Seu Peterson lied to cover for her mother, almost immediately recognized her sin, and eventually wrote an article about it.
I’ll treat you to some tidbits to nibble, then I’ll explain the question in the title: Read it all
I don’t have to know it all.
Even if everybody else in my group gets it. (Or pretends to.)
I need to do better at putting down my stupid pride.
OK, all of it. Read it all