Theology That Bites Back
“What these people have in common is that they are all engaged in a hedonistic pursuit of sensual pleasure. They all want to get laid and loaded. The name of the game is sensory overload. Now if I were looking for a place to shelve ‘stoned out of his gourd,” would I be more likely to put it after joy and before peace, or after excess of wine and before revelling?”
Devoured by Cannabis, p. 20
Introduction: Suppose we were defending a city, and you and I and two other guys were sentries on the wall. You, of course, are a most reasonable fellow, as am I, so that's all good. But unbeknownst ...
“Sins are like grapes, they come in bunches . . . Sins tend to cluster, and when you go down into the middle of that crowd, you are more likely to find a pot dealer there than, say, if you were at a quilting bee.”
Devoured by Cannabis, p. 20
Letter to the Editor: I think I have read about "assuming the center" in your writings, but I forgot what you mean by it. From your final statement, I assume you mean living like we believe ...
“When someone says that Paul prohibited ‘drunkenness’ but not ‘getting high,’ we have an example of this kind of catching at words. Paul also says not to get drunk with wine. Does that mean gin is all right? Beer? Rubbing alcohol?”
Devoured by Cannabis, p. 17
Introduction: There is a phrase that I have used and referred to for quite a number of years now, and I believe that this would be a good time to return to an explanation of it again. That phrase is ...
Some of you have heard the news about Jason Meyer stepping down as the pastor of Bethlehem in Minneapolis. Naturally, some are using this as an opportunity to continue pushing a woke agenda, and these days so much is to be expected. From a cursory read through of that linked article, it appears plain that—by …
“Maybe this is simply a generational divide. One generation likes a dry martini after work, and a new generation prefers a smoky kick. Couldn’t it just be a matter of generational taste? One prefers a smoky kick with actual smoke, while the other wants the smoky kick of Laphroaig, which, as the ad copy once put it, ‘ tastes like a burning hospital’”
Devoured by Cannabis, p. 10
Introduction: Allow me to write, if I may, a little bit about some of the doings in our little town. This is my artistic interpretation of this irony-ridden event. It may not be evident from this work, just a sketch really, but I once took some courses from the Juilliard School of Cartooning Arts and …
