Hypocrisy

"We want to use hypocrites so we can continue in our hypocritical ways. Hypocrisy in other people doesn’t keep us FROM something, but keeps us doing what we want to do. They are convenient, so we can continue to do something that we want to keep on doing." - Monty Hipp

Evangelistic Stripping

In reaction to Metzger's post, information which I believe may have been given to him by a mutual acquiantance of ours, I was telling a situation that happened to me in high school to some friends of mine. I was sunbathing up by my house, and I had taken off my shirt and only had a bra on because, let's face it, this is usually a perfectly safe activity at my house. Our house has an incredibly steep and long driveway, and when we as children carpooled we were usually left at the bottom, because most of the cars on the island are not powerful enough to make it up the hill. The only people daring enough to make the trek up the driveway were, yup, the Jehovah's Witnesses. I think we all know where this story is going now. Here I was, minding my own business, lazing in the sun and drifting asleep when I hear the grinding that cars' wheels make on our driveway and the vrooming of an engine and it chugs up the hill. I hurriedly put on my shirt just before the car rounded the last bend. I thanked my lucky stars that I had not fallen completely asleep and had been awake enough to hear them coming up the driveway. Although seeing me in my bra may have converted them on the spot. I've decided to reneg 'evangelistic dating' for the more effective 'evangelistic stripping'. As a friend of mine says, "Hey Tiger, wanna hear about Jesus?"*

*note: This entire post is completely sarcastic. I have not ever and will not ever condone loose moral behavior to convert people to Christianity. I understand that this is abhorent and completely contradictory to what Christianity is and the conversion that should be of the heart and not instigated by lust. I hope no one is offended by my post, but takes it in the light, sarcastic tone that I wrote it in.

The Bargain-Basement Bartered Bride

So, one of my friends is trying to convince me to marry him. He was, apparently, insulted when I reminded him about a conversation we had where we decided we could NOT marry each other. This conversation was brought about by an over-abundance of alcohol on his part and an under-abundance of sleep on mine. Only God knows now about what conversation topic brought about this momentous decision, because it's a sure fact that neither of the parties involved do! The topic came up again and my friend decided he was insulted that I would not marry him (although he has made that decision too, I remind him!) and proceeded to try to convince me that he would be my perfect husband. Considering that apparently his idea of my perfect husband is a guy I only have to see one day a week, except for the time that I serve him the grilled cheese sandwich I would be making daily for his lunch, I really don't think he has a handle on what I desire for my marriage to look like - but what the hey. My friend, deciding that I was not impressed by his amorous attentions in my directions switched his theme, "And, hey, I'm willing to give your dad 35 head of cattle for your hand in marriage, some sheep, and a few chickens." Deciding that I was worth more than a mere 35 head of cattle, I started telling his cousins that he'd offered 60 head of cattle. Of course, they pointed out that the only cow he'd ever had was long dead and buried, suggesting that maybe he should dig the carcass up and give THAT to my dad. It was quite the blow. I went from being worth 60 head of cattle to one rotting cow carcass. Quite the bargain-basement bartered bride. Of course, he could always rustle some cows. Getting them to the island though...that's what will be the hard part.

Thoughts from a friend's blog

Why is it possible to learn more in ten minutes about the Crab Nebula in Taurus, which is 6,000 light years away, than you presently know about yourself, even though you've been stuck with yourself all your life?

[I'm much more complicated:-) also known as 'High Maintenance' according to at least one of my friends to my face and undoubtably many behind my back:-)]

Why is it that the look of another person looking at you is different from everything else in the Cosmos? That is to say, looking at lions or tigers or Saturn or the Ring Nebula or at an owl or at another person from the side is one thing, but finding yourself looking into the eys of another person looking at you is something else. Ane why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

[Well, I guess if I ever feel like living dangerously I'll start gazing undistractedly into people's eyes:-D But seriously, a person's soul, their heart, their very depth of being is in their eyes. To look prolongedly into a person's eyes is one of the most intimate acts you can do. There's a reason why lovers gaze constantly into each other's eyes. They are merging themselves with each other, brushing their hearts and souls next to each other. Holding a gaze with someone is as intimate as caressing them. ]

Marks of the Spirit-Filled Christian

What are the marks of a person filled with the Spirit of God today? There can be no doubt that the chief evidence is moral not miraculous, and lies in the Spirit's fruit not the Spirit's gifts. - John R.W. Stott