I know what it is like to know shame and regret for the fact a dog once gave me more love than I deserved.
Sometimes we lament that not everyone structures their lives into egalitarian utopias like ours, but then we take heart that, at the very least, we present to the world a successful standard to be emulated.
I seem to have lost most of whatever tact I had and, at the same time, all of my already paltry logical faculties.
I hate when I get a pimple on my ass.
I haven’t been to my church in three weeks.
My life as a paterfamilias.
Realization on the Iowa City Transit system.
a question of biblical proportions…
Curious tales of the land below the Pyranees
Not even a snowball’s chance…
What not to eat in southern Ohio.
Just plain ole, good, delicious gossip.
In which the professor talks some about race in the classroom.
This will no doubt bore you. It was in response to Greg and was getting long… my posts are way to long these days.
i could also title this tying up loose threads… finding lost coins… or, tending my garden where i am… at least until the tenure clock tic-tocs me outta here
in which our blogger asks even though the gospel is for all, is evangelism for all?
Standing in the foyer, looking at the sanctuary such as it is, rather than entertain a brewing dilemma, and in spite of the fact I had already greeted several people that morning, I decided to leave, and did.
