Went to Laura’s church this weekend. It was good; the sermon touched on a bunch of points that really made me thing about call and response.
I am determined to become better at Scrabble. Although “determined” is probably overstating it a bit. Rather, I’m wishing that I could become better at Scrabble, and if that could happen via magic, I’d be grateful.
Have you ever awoken to a day so cold that nothing can make it warmer? If not, you should move to Ontario so you can experience what can only be described as intestine-chilling cold.
Some of the people I admire most are those with debilitating conditions who manage to persevere and not become a burden to others. On the other hand, I don’t admire those who have a minor condition and make unbearable the lives of their family and friends.
Every once in a while I hear something that makes me go, “What kind of insanity is this?” It is possible to be so deeply embedded in, for instance, a community or organization that you lose all sense of perspective. I think this is what happens to all those people we look at and go, “How in the world can you believe that?” It can happen to anyone who doesn’t try to strike balance or try to step backwards to gain perspective. An example: those who believe (tacitly) that marriage will solve their problems and elevate them from their pathetic existence. Another: those who become so concerned with holiness that they begin to label everything unholy. Another: those who become absolute slaves to gaining wealth that every part of their life becomes a means to that end. Another: those who become so captivated by gaining perspective that they can never involve and never connect with anything.
There are some problems that will never be solved. Does that mean that we stop trying? Or perhaps it means we try to get closer to the solution, as close as we can get.
When will religion in the USA come to understand that neocons in the USA are using religion as one of their “necessary deceptions”? Or is religion using the neocons as well? Is their union just one of partially parallel intentions, but not necessarily of goals? And do they understand that?
I am currently writing a story about a man trapped in a madhouse from the perspective of one of the denizens of said madhouse. The question will become, I think, who is crazier? The man, or the house?
After the ice and snow of this weekend, I managed to fall down the steps to my house with a Tim Horton’s coffee in my hand. My back hurt like, well, a bugger, but the coffee miraculously survived the fall without losing more than a few drops. I will thank God for small mercies and pray my back doesn’t become any more painful, because two days later, it’s only gotten worse.
At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another. But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy.