Theology That Bites Back
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter Seven (I skipped a chapter so you might get to know Suzanne a bit) In the meantime, Suzanne was getting her feet under her as well. She did not have anyone like Broderick to deal with, but there were still issues. There are …
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter Five Avery was mostly braced for his first full meeting with the board. He had had enough experience in his previous position to know something about board/administration dynamics, and enough personal interaction with Broderick in his first weeks at Riverfront to know that …
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter Four Avery’s first several weeks at Riverfront just flew by, making a whooshing sound as they went. His first week there was the teachers’ reserved time for final preparations—classroom, materials, and final lesson plans—and which Avery used to schedule a get-acquainted meeting with …
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter Three Brentwood Apartments were not much to look at. They appeared to have been designed by some architect who was distracted by his girlfriend troubles, and who, as a consequence, relied far too much on AI to meet his deadlines. The lawn, such …
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter Two Suzanne had been picked up at the airport by her cousin, Christie—and despite the fact that she was moving, she had brought just two suitcases with her. Christie was the one who had let her know about the job in the first …
Love and Ruination: An Engaging Tale of Two Clashical Christian Schools: Chapter One Riverfront, Texas was a mid-sized town that was large enough to host quite a few amenities, such that the residents there did not have to drive to the “big city” all that frequently. But it was nevertheless still too small to maintain …
What Child is this, now laid to rest,Within a rustic stall?We hail the Sun of righteousness,A gift of God, forever blest,To gain his everlasting Hall. This little town of Bethlehem,Obscured in ...
So here is some festive doggerel I wrote some time ago, and which I periodically post at appropriate times of the year — and now it is the turn of 2025. Have a merry Christmas. Comments are open, but only for those of you who want to say merry Christmas back. ‘Twas the night before …
The small boy stopped and chunked some dirt clods at the fence post. Ten throws, six hits. Better than yesterday. Dave turned homeward again, pack over his shoulder. Coming around a corner, he saw the house down at the end of the dirt lane, about half a mile away. The road sloped gradually down for …
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