And When the Fire is Hot, It All Burns Clean

“Now if my body is a living sacrifice, this means that everything it rests upon is an altar. The car I drive is an altar, the bed I sleep in is an altar, and the desk where I work is an altar. Everything is offered to God, everything ascends to Him as a sweet-smelling savor. Faith is the fire of the altar, and it consumes the whole burnt offering, the ascension offering . . . Those works include, but are not limited to, writing code, making birdhouses, repairing a carburetor, outlining a novel, or manufacturing microchips.”

Ploductivity, pp. 67-68

And It Was the Best Party of Them All

“When the prodigal son was buying drinks for the house, he was not imitating the character of God. But when his father had the stalled calf killed for the welcome home party, and hired a hot little jazz band for that party, he was providing us with an image of the character of God. But upon returning home, did the returning prodigal really need to go to another party? Well, apparently Jesus thought so.”

Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 74

Ensouled Sanctuaries

“The faith of the people is the soul of the building. The building itself, without living, evangelical faith—without songs pouring out of forgiven hearts, without a proclamation of truth that is piping hot, without prayers of honest and sincere contrition—becomes a mausoleum. When the people are alive, the sanctuary is animated and alive.”

Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 71

Vanilla Maricopa Pudding on a Bed of Cole Slaw

Introduction: Over the last number of months, I have written in various places about the issue of election fraud generally, and in Maricopa County, Arizona, specifically, along with the forensic audit of that election that was ongoing. Here’s one sample of my kibbitzing. When the report was finally released a few weeks ago, the conclusion …

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