Theology That Bites Back
Introduction: We have all shared in the event, right? And the event will not last forever; there will come a time soon when it is ensconced in the history books. In the course of this event, there ...
“And thus the stage was set for Maria to go through several days of dark anguish and exquisite joy, alternating back and forth like a small reciprocating two-cycle engine.”
“This poor woman’s poetry . . . was the kind of poetry that focused on how the poet felt. True, there was not much here to distinguish it from the vast watery sea of how all the other poets felt, but Taki-Smith had a peculiar genius for it. Her volume of verse that had won the Pulitzer Prize was not titled The Pale Parabola of Joy, but it might as well have been.”
“His grandfather was a revival preacher named Stump Hutchins from the Tupelo old school, and was capable, whenever he got going good, of preaching a pretty wide swath of blue ruin.”
Introduction: At the beginning of this month, I wrote about the scriptural understanding of quarantine. Take those principles as the base line. What we are currently doing does not line up with that description at all. As in, not even close. Better to be safe than sorry. And at least to me, it is interesting …
“If that conversation had been the North Atlantic just several generations back, there would have been U-boats everywhere.” Flags Out Front, p. 117 ...
Letter to the Editor: Concerning "One of Our Bees is Missing", you have probably answered this somewhere in the last couple of weeks, but if we had not shut anything down, how many thousands ...
“Maria could see at a glance that Willow must have settled in on some peculiar kind of feminasty revenge and that she needed to be near Tom to do it. Her outfit was like a sale at Macy’s—forty percent off—and Maria started to fume, but then checked herself. No need, no need.”
Introduction: Now that we have sprayed the whole jungle with Agent Orange in order to find out if anything nefarious was going on in there, the answers are starting to come back. Not any more. Say that in your best Inspector Clouseau voice. Not any more. Now that we survey the damage, along with the …
