One Seems I hit a bit of a nerve yesterday, enumerating three small reasons not to vote for Mrs. Clinton. Sort of surprised. As usual, it’s ok to bash Mr. Trump, but not ok, I guess, to tepidly and mildly declare that I’m not really #withher. The thing that I kept tripping over, all day, as I tried to concentrate on other matters, is the sheer ridiculousness of women thundering that they are Independent and All That and Back Off... Read more
Is it Thursday? Not Friday yet? That’s too bad. If it’s only Thursday it seems there is not only more work for me to do, but more of the Democrat Convention to endure. Wouldn’t it be so great if Jesus came back now and put us all out of our misery? I’m tired and bored by the whole thing so here’s three reasons not to vote for Mrs. Clinton. 1. I know she’s a lady, and we should vote for... Read more
Post birthday stupor is making news reading kind of a drag, especially since–and I do feel really bad about this–it’s a lot more fun to read about Mr. Trump than about Mrs. Clinton. You can draw you’re own conclusions about the writing. So everything I’ve read this morning (and I praise the great spirit in the sky–don’t want to offend anyone by bringing God into it–for the ridiculousness of this) explained, in deathly boring prose, that Mr. Clinton’s task last... Read more
Well, it’s a good thing I remembered that Romulus is ten today and therefore spent a goodly portion of yesterday afternoon in the car gathering a pile of presents for him. He’s been up since four, sitting, apparently, gazing out the window and contemplating the joy of his own existence. Gosh he’s cute. Besides present gathering, I also managed to beat my desk into submission. We have this charming and quirky kitchen, redone sometime in the seventies or eighties, with... Read more
This is just so great. It’s like a tinselly Christmas present at the end of July. Read the whole thing, if you can, because it’s the best thing ever. I read all the courses out loud to my mother and husband last night, as a way of trying to recover from a difficult Sunday. Then we watched this. The whole day wasn’t bad. Indeed, I came ahead in my books I-want-to-read-and-can-because-I-now-own-them count and a pleasant luncheon wherein Matt out did... Read more
American Christians, just like every other kind of person, are casting about to identify themselves not only in this political melee but also just day to day. How should one self identify? What should be a Christian’s defining characteristics? What word, if any, best describes a person’s theological and moral priorities? For some it’s quite easy. I’m an Anglican, they might say, or a Presbyterian, or Baptist, or Charismatic. Others, desiring to be less confined by the strictures of denominational... Read more
A nice tender podcast in which we bash our way around the week criticizing everybody. Mr. Trump, Mrs. Clinton, and the insanity of our modern political circumstances. And the Russell Moore article. And National Review about Mr. Cruz. And something interesting about Mr. Trump. And because of course. And some lovely old pictures of Laura Ingles Wilder. And something delicious to eat. And my favorite thing of the week. Read more
One So I guess Trump was basically sane in his speech last night? Tried to stay up to watch it but fell asleep during all the strange music. “Make America Great Again”, which I’m pretty sure was being crooned into a microphone, wound its way into my dreams. Only the word ‘great’ kept being snatched and replaced with ‘awkward’ and ‘weird’ and ‘grate’. Woke up with a headache to find James Dobson has thrown in his lot with this great,... Read more
I guess everything has been said that can be said about last night’s RNC shocker of Ted Cruz not endorsing Trump and appallingly encouraging the American people to “vote their consciences”. How hatful of him. As an aside, I’m sorry to be writing about politics so much. I’m really meant to be writing about how better to arrange your cupboards and how to read the bible so that it doesn’t kill you. Actually, can’t remember the original perimeters of this... Read more
I’ve been surfing–well, that is entirely the wrong word–puddling round the Internet for an hour, trying to distract myself into writing something, knowing that the minute I stop typing, I’ll have to face down the last few devotionals that are sticking in my proverbial craw. (What is a craw anyway?) Did you know I’m working on a book? Truly I am. I wrote it suddenly last year, in some kind of spasmodic fit, and I’ve been gently toiling away with... Read more
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