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Apologies to Cupid

And Back on the Funny Farm. . .
This morning, my husband of twenty-nine years surprised me with a can of roasted almonds  in the only flavor I can’t stand for Valentine’s Day.
I thanked him nicely. I did not hit him.
You would’ve been so proud.
The rat probably remembered that particular flavor because an opened can sat  [...]

Today’s Thought: God is Good; People Stink Sometimes

My brother’s illness taught one lesson above all others.
People make decisions—all on their own without consulting the rest of the world—because  they can.
Sometimes consequences are larger than a body can bear.
Sometimes consequences splash out and beat the crap out of anyone within striking distance.
If you plant a tomato seed, you don’t get one tomato seed [...]

Sappy Poetry Moment

Untitled poem written on a Whiny Day. Don’t tell me it stinks– I have delicate little feelings. (snicker)

The eternal dancing of a suffering soul finds endless improvisation to avoid the flame.
I know a thousand ways to avoid holding You close.
You know a thousand and one to keep me tucked into the sanctuary of [...]

The Between Times

Stories are great. You sweeten it a little, throw out anything irrelevant to the plotline and get right to the gooey center.
Thus with my story. Several commented that Taming of a Pharisee reflected a victorious life, lived extravagantly with the fullness that is Jesus, bathed in His love, washed in His goodness. . .
Bunkum
Most of [...]

Taming of a Pharisee, Part Last (or… The End)

This is my apology.
I wish I’d done this sooner.
No, I’m not being too hard on myself. You see, it’s one thing to make mistakes, bump into others and hurt them in the process. It happens. It’s called being human.
It’s another  entirely to say you represent Jesus, especially  in leadership and point folks the wrong way. [...]

Taming of a Pharisee, part 7 (or… Jesus has His Own Plan)

Jesus does not play fair.
I’m not bitter mind you—just stating facts.
The Buttering Up Phase
First, He shows up and hangs around, looking good, not saying much. Pretty soon, you get accustom to having Him there so you engage in a little conversation. It usually goes something like this:
You’re hanging around an awful lot.
I am.
You want something, don’t [...]

The Taming of a Pharisee, Part 6 (Pharisee Games)

So there I was, minding my own business—a husband, two little girls and a life busy enough to keep  thinking down to a minimum. The idea that I might be misrepresenting the love of Jesus to a hurting world didn’t bother me one stinkin’ bit.
Let them eat cake. Or figure it out for themselves. Or [...]

Taming of a Pharisee, Part 5 (or, The Plan)

So how does one become a Pharisee?
I don’t remember waking up one morning intent on hardening up over religious dogma, leaving my first love behind, developing a critical spirit…
Funny how it happened anyway.
Life on the Funny Farm
Living with mental illness stinks. When everyone sits around pretending nothing’s wrong, a girl questions her own sanity after [...]

The Taming of a Pharisee, Part 4 (or, The Start of the Dark Years)

Sometimes a heart breaks over time, a piece falling out here and there.
I remember the day mine fell on the floor and shattered in a million micro- bits.

 
First Love
When I entered this world kicking and screaming, three beautiful faces smiled down on one of the ugliest babies on record.
Early on, I thought of them collectively—like a [...]

Taming of a Pharisee, Part 3 (or, Kicked Out Finally)

The part where the girl gets kicked out of church.
At twelve, I was living life in the fast lane. I threw away my clarinet (along with the nerdy stigma is carried) for a spot on the Jackson Junior High Drill Team. I snuck out at night to dance on the corner with the cutest boy [...]