If my life had been recorded yesterday, it might have looked a lot like “David After the Dentist” (only not so cute). Foggy, angry, worried that this is the permanent new me. Chris kept me from any real harm knowing that after a good night of sleep my nonsense would wear off. He was right. I can already laugh about most of it and chalk the rest up to light and momentary affliction. This clip has been around for a while, but I keep watching it because, one, it makes me laugh right out loud. And two, because it reminds me that the stupor of the fall is temporary for those who believe.
Something Old
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Something Borrowed
I am persuaded that without the knowledge of literature pure theology cannot at all endure, just as heretofore, when letters have declined and lain prostrate, theology, too, has wretchedly fallen and lain prostrate… Certainly it is my desire that there shall be as many poets and rhetoricians as possible, because I see that by these studies as by no other means, people are wonderfully fitted for the grasping of sacred truth and for handling it skillfully and happily.-Martin Luther, Letter to Eoban Hess
Something to Read
“The Four Loves” C.S. Lewis
“Knowing Scripture” R.C. Sproul
“A Tale of Two Cities” Charles Dickens
“The Christian Imagination” Leland RykenA Few Crowd-pleasers
Other Places I've Written
Talking Wall 