From the files of things I’ve been doing lately, here’s one I’m especially happy with. For my day job — which, for those who don’t know, involves web content and music for an African American Christian publisher — I got
This weekend, an anonymous commenter left this message on my most recent post on Quivering Daughters, a piece debunking legalistic teachings about clothing, entitled Garments of Salvation. Needless to say, I was completely floored and left pretty close to tears.
Another in my series for Quivering Daughters “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor
There’s a lot on my mind lately, but, though it’s not really a great pressing concern to me, I keep coming back to one particular issue. Perhaps that means it will be illuminating to somebody, so here it is. From
* * * * * * * * “Yes,” my visitor told me, glowering over the steam of his warm Christmas toddy. “The whole thing was the fault of the reindeer.” “Reindeer?” I said. “You know: Dasher and Dancer, Prancer
This is a follow-up to my post “Hypocriticism”. Only, it was pretty old, and when I went back and re-read it just now, having done a lot more study about Spiritual Abuse over the past several years, I realized that it
(Starring Samuel L. Jackson as the aptly named Sir Not-Appearing-in-This-Film) In the Roman world of Jesus’ time, there were many moral problems. There were famines, wars, diseases. There was harsh poverty and decadent luxury. There was political corruption, intrigue, abuse