The church that dies and the church that occupies If you have ever wept singing Leaning on the Everlasting Arms, or tearfully marveled at the sweeping simplicity of a thief promised eternal paradise merely for recognizing the King, you know that Christianity doesn’t categorize very easily. It’s not spiritual botany, stuck in there between the..
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The Natural Order, Ladies When we were young teenage bucks, there was an uncomfortable truth we had to contend with: the girls our age liked the older guys. For us, It was considered a miserable, but natural reality. “Girls mature more quickly,” we were told, and if you’ve ever looked over to see the skinny..
We need a Pharisee Purge, in the church, and the public square Picture a man—let’s call him Jeff—who toils, cleaning up after the abortion industry, clearing away its human carnage. Jeff makes a fortune quietly disposing of babies, or selling their parts. His human resources department profiles employees who can sweep up arms, legs, and..
The Hinge My six children—age 16 to 27—are no longer fragile. Their eyes are clear, their limbs strong; they parade through the world like young mustangs, their young in tow. It is Thanksgiving and I glory, for some reason, in it being on a Thursday. The world closes down shop, rolls down the steel cage..
A Million Truths, Randomly Held Aloft by Fools.. In this interval of time, where opposing political tribes shield their own gropers with one hand and spear enemy pervs with the other, my mind settled upon Kathy Griffin. She has morphed, physically, into a kind of evil Howdy Doody doll, looking as though she were taking..
Minneapolis, Minnesota — ICBTS News “Before We Could Even Get It Out of the Crate” While pursuing a “time of reflection” at home in response to the Leeann Tweeden sex scandal, Senator Franken sustained a nasty injury to his left eye after attempting to sample the wares of a sex robot provided to the senator free..
Al Franken, Lust, and Public Scrutiny I was a guest at a “great man’s” home in Newport Beach years ago. The man, (we will call him “Charlie”), had just returned from a wedding, and he was amused by an awkward toast given by a friend. “So there he is,” Charlie observed, laughing at his memory,..
A Soft Answer Drives Away Wrath, but an Oblique One? That Gets Nuclear I’m learning, late in life, the tremendous power of the southern style “Bless Your Heart” polemic. Unlike FaceBook, which at least marginally makes you look like a real person, Twitter has a very anonymous vibe, and people allow their inner maniac to..
In which your correspondent — with nothing but the BEST of intentions — tried to help young actresses know what to wear on what occasions. I’ve always had sort of a crush on Elizabeth Perkins, and I thought her fashion decisions here represent a kind of guide to how to dress on which occasions. As..
Women Do Lie, Folks.. Shortly after the birth of my first child, I became passionately and adamantly pro-life. For me this meant I was passionately anti-abortion as well. I was in my late twenties, even more unsparing in my rhetoric than I am now, and excited to have a place on CompuServe discussion groups where..