My oldest daughter was recently talking with her youngest son, Judah, who is almost two. He is just moving into that time of life when he is able to identify various parts of his head. “What’s this?” she said. “Chin,” he said. “What’s this?” “Cheek.” And on it went, with him doing very well . …
Some Small Fragments
My father met my mother in the course of the Korean War. He was a naval officer (USNA, class of 50), serving on a destroyer out of Japan, and she was a Canadian missionary in Japan. How they got together is a great story that I should tell sometime. I mention it now simply to …
When Bread Goes Odd
We had some short showings of original films at Trinity Fest, but I was occupied with things and stuff and didn’t get to them. But afterwards, when I had a moment to breathe, I went down to Canon and got a copy of Sourdoughs by Doug Jones, and watched it at home. It was just …
Why Not?
Bob Dylan gets in a little grumbling about the music of the kids these days. The apocalypse is here. Take one hundred liberals at random, and between them all, they can come up with 147 kids. Do the same thing with a hundred convervatives, and the number of kids is 208. I can deal with …
Kinda Makes You Proud To Be An American
Okay. I give up. Resistence is useless. We will all be assimilated. HT: Purgatorio
Some More Theological Discourse
As my father-in-law puts it, who has more fun than people? Just think. These men could have been doing something important, like serving on the PCA committee investigating the Auburn Avenue stuff. But wait a minute . . . I think this is the committee. HT: Mark Horne
Trinity Fest Banner
We are gearing up for Trinity Fest the week after next — we are looking forward to a wonderful time. All systems are go, and registrations have been robust. To whet your appetite, we now have a banner over Main Street, which you can check out here.
Eating Spiritually
American Christians continue their hunt for something that will finally justify them, and that they can fit in their mouths. If that could happen, and it can’t, it would be more like Oreo cookies than this. But still . . . HT: Purgatorio
Oops
When I was looking at the posts this morning, I think I accidentally deleted somebody’s post. I don’t have any way of retrieving it, and so it that was you, sorry about that. Feel free to repost it, and I won’t do it again.
A Filter for Gunk.com
My friend Randy Booth recently preached a sermon on blogging and the cursing of Shimei. The sermon notes were really good, and I recommend you take a look at them here. Randy is planning a series of messages at his home church on this general theme, and so after waiting an appropriate period of time …