Letter to the Editor: This is not the article I wanted to read on the Maricopa County audit. In the first place, I wanted the audit to blow the lid off of a massive fraud. But since that ...
Letters Are Coming In Yet
Letter to the Editor: Thank you for being a leader in a leaderless culture of Christian pieti . . . .ehh cowardice. With all the talk of Government regulations, V requirements and passports, ...
In Which a Bowl of Potpourri Gets Knocked All Over the Carpet
Note: the topics addressed in the letters are really all over the place, and so I have done minimal work in trying to group them. I pretty much just have a title for every letter. If this is a problem ...
A Little Canticles Pun
“She pushed against his chest, a little halfheartedly, and sat up. ‘Do you like my hair like this?’ ‘I love it when you wear it up like that,’ he said earnestly. ‘Your barrettes are twin fawns grazing among the lilies.’”
Nothing Whatever
“John sat there for a moment, scratching his beard, trying to look both judicious and wise. You and me both, sister, he was thinking. But pastors don’t have the option of saying things like ‘This particular sin has me by the throat too. Nothing whatever can be done about it. Go away.”
Books to Discard
“But when it finally happened to her, the whole thing was far more illuminating than she had thought it would be and went all the way back to her girlhood. Vanity, selfishness, conceit, superficiality, covetousness, ambition—all of them tumbled off the top bookshelf of her mind and were just lying there on the floor, waiting for someone to pick them all up and throw them away.”
Thruppa-da-da
“So he just sat, not paying attention to much of anything. But occasionally a phrase from the prayer book would create a little spiritual thruppa-da-da, much like what happens when you forget to put the lawn mower in the garage for the winter, and try to get it started in the spring. Nothing much there, but occasionally there might be a noise that might indicate that at some point in the indefinite future there might be something there. Every three weeks or so, the Rev. Jane Hutchens, for that was her name, would read something profound that Thomas Cranmer had written in the sixteenth century, Lord knows why anymore, and Chad would shift in his seat. Thruppa-da-da.”
Letters Are Back!
Letter to the Editor: Regarding 1 Corinthians 6 and "Whose Ox is Being sued" The text of 1 Corinthians 6 is straightforward enough in its prohibition of Christians taking one another to ...
Not a Sailing Boat, for Pity’s Sake
“He had been very diligent in his own way, but he was like a guy putting together a jigsaw puzzle of a lighthouse, but one where things got mixed up in the closet, and the picture on the box lid was that of a sailing boat. He was diligent, but was making slow progress.”
Not an Understated Effect, in Other Words
“The talk had been on confession of sin, and the effect of it had been the equivalent of dropping a hand grenade in your average living room goldfish bowl.”