“This is not really a theology issue . . . well, okay, it is. Everything is. But not theology theology . . . this is ‘how water isn’t dry’ theology.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 16
A Land Where Nobody Smiles
Introduction: Let's step back a few paces and try to take in the year 2020 in one worldview summary take. I am not promising you anything, but let's give it a go. Joel McDurmon recently asked what ...
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Introducing Sally
“It was a newer model sex android, from the looks of it, although she was completely dressed. She was decked out like a suburban housewife, a blue bandanna on her head just like it was moving day, and she was staring vacantly, straight ahead. Her lips had that come-hither pout, that sexy look, like she had just been hit in the mouth with a brick.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 14
I Hate It When That Happens
And Without Any Insurance Coverage for That
“Some women are just plain gorgeous, and they don’t really know how to turn it off, but Stephanie was not like that. She was entirely secure without any make-up, and was routinely described as ‘that pretty girl,’ but whenever she decided to put on the Ritz, the effect was to summon up an oceanic goddess of beauty de profundis. And if she smiled at anything male while done up like that, he would probably be in the ICU for at least a couple of days.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 9
Almost as Good
“When it came to the jargon of servant leadership, no one could even get near him.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 6
Getting Evangelicals Saved
Introduction: Those who have followed this blog for a while are probably aware of a general pattern that I do try to follow. Whenever I address some current events imbroglio, whether it be race riots, ...
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Green Needs a Word
“The lawn was so green that if green had a word in its semantic family like red does—that word being vermilion—only that word and no other would have sufficed. Well, maybe the green equivalent of incarnadine might have sufficed, if the light was good.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 5
Letters From an Unusual Time
Letter to the Editor: I was curious if you've read White Guilt by Shelby Steele? I didn't see it on your reading log, but I think you'd enjoy it. It's not a long read either. ...
That Kind of Dog
“The downtown area of Denver had gone rapidly to the dogs—and by ‘the dogs,’ the reference is not to show poodles owned by rich ladies or anything refined and decadent like that. Rather, the dogs that everything had ‘gone to’ would be more like the mangier packs that roam in and around the landfills outside Manila, the kind that would eat dead vultures and call it a treat.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 3