Thanks to all of y'alls who made my birthday fantastic ( Read more... )

Praise the Lord for Pastor Mitch.

Quote from Joseph Bayly's Out of My Mind P.103 (1970)
I recently read the following quotation aloud to a group of men who serve on the board of a Christian institution. Then I asked them who they thought said this:
    "All [Christians] wish a pure Christianity; and all see that when they have convinced the people of the United States that there is ( Read more... )

I will be biking on mountains for the next few days...don't let everything fall apart while I'm not here.

*runs around crazy* Gabi Gabi! ("praise the Father ( Read more... )

This welfare, is it better for them? Christianity and Christ say that someone is better off not being dependent on material things. Given that, how far should we work for the comfort of others, if said comfort gets between them and God? Survival and Improvement. Influence and Affluence. In the world but not of it. Should we be striving for Systemic ( Read more... )

Choral Composers that I have never heard of: (who were mentioned off-handedly as being "the property of people in every culture" due to the explosion of the information age. Robinson, 3)

• Gardiner
• Hogwood
• Leonhardt
• Pinnock

This is hard.

I sat today and read about the Dwayho and the Snallygaster and the Snarly Yow. All of which are mythical mountainous creatures from Western Maryland. My mother's mother claims to have seen the Dwayho, a man-bear-angry beast. She lived in a time when the Dwayho could still amble out of the mountains into someone's backyard. There are too many lights ( Read more... )

I think that arguments may mean less to me than they did during my adolescence. Welcome to the practical implications of post-modernism! I'm Chris, your mildly apathetic antagonistic host, and I'm here to find out whether or not it all reeeealy matters!
Do you tend to Wiffle and Waffle at the ballot box? Do you nod numbly with friends just to keep ( Read more... )

Riding home tonight with the remnants of my equilibrium, I heard crickets. They live in the railroad track, I'm sure of it. I tried to ride on the rail embedded in East Street and when I could coax my wheels to line up upon it, I found the ride to be much lighter. I spread my jacket like a nocturnal-crime-fighter and rode without hands. Up ahead, I ( Read more... )