7QT: Hatmaker, Coffee, Death and a Chat

7QT: Hatmaker, Coffee, Death and a Chat April 29, 2016

Being of tired mind and limping body, I’m going to fling around some quick takes and hope for the best. Maybe I’ll get farther than yesterday’s pathetic attempt to say nothing at all in fifteen paragraphs. What’s that you say? Why not just not write for one day? Oh ah. Of course. But if I don’t write something, I will cease to feel human. And it’s all about the feelings, man.

One
So, Ms. Hatmaker, after blowing up the Christian Internet, apparently tried to walk some of it back. I was instructed by my husband, whom I obediently obey in all things, to read what she said, but the aforementioned reality of me being tired meant that I fell asleep in the middle of the second line. I’ll try to read it later. I would just like to remind us all that, tragically, we can’t have it both ways. We don’t get to be all about love love love warm cuddly cultural approval, and the love of the gospel. If you’re properly articulating the gospel, the culture is going to shriekingly gather up its offended skirts and faint hysterically on its micro-aggressed couch. If you give an inch on the definition of love, you might as well pack it in and go write for Salon.
Two
Which do you think is worse, lukewarm coffee with the entire contents of the sugar bowl, or lukewarm tea? I’m trying to decide between the two right now and it’s not going well. Coffee is a morally dubious choice, I feel, and tastes very bad. But lukewarm tea makes me long for the Parousia.
Three
Love love love that satanists feel the name of Satan has been maligned by John Boehner’s applying it to Ted Cruz. Heh heh. The headline is better than the article but you should still go check it out. Heh heh heh.
Four
My children have been given the use of my private Facebook chat with Matt as a means of communicating with me when I am not immediately available. It’s better than the dead cell phone because of its being so quiet, mainly, but also because the children are funny little buggers. They immediately discovered a world of emojis that I didn’t know existed, and use them with a deft, subtle touch. Also, it allows me to immediately correct their spelling, something I always like to be doing. They mainly use it to tattle, and ask what other people should be doing. But sometimes they just hang about and chat, which seems most appropriate to the medium.
Five
Matt made some really glorious looking bread this week but it wasn’t for us. Our bread is flatter looking, and a tiny bit crumbly. But you mustn’t compare the two. Eating any bread at all is such a gift of wonder and delight. I’m not going to think about these golden loaves at. all.

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Six
Speaking of death (which regular bread always recalls to my mind) I took the opportunity of so many funerals lately to update my own funeral directions. I don’t want people rushing in to console themselves at the hour of my demise by singing a lot of songs they know I would hate and arranging the flowers in an irritating manner. Told the children how to find my instructions on my iPad and their eyes gleamed. They would have liked to talk about it more and more but their deep interest began to creep me out and I sent them away to play.
Seven
And now I shall arise and ignore both the coffee and the tea and by the desperate power of my will propel myself into the day. Go check out more and better takes!


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