The intersection of faith and [pop] culture is ever-changing. Obviously. To find either in stasis would be akin to happening upon a dead body in the woods. Which is never fun. Not that I’d know….
Snap-shots of an August summer evening: WWII fighter planes; fire retardant; three planes in thirty minutes. I do the math – one gas-guzzler every ten minutes. Fire in the hills to the north of Boise;…
It’s ugly, hideous, deformed and grotesque. If it had a visible form, it would have dark, fiery eyes with flashes of lightning and a piercing glare. The nose would be sunk in and squished. Lips…