“Sick. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.” “You didn’t? Why did you send him out there to fight?” “Because I hoped he’d freaking die! Everybody likes him more than me, it’s depressing. He writes poetry, plays the lyre and kills people. It’s like a bad joke.” “Well, you’re king Saul, so don’t worry about…
There’s an interesting page in the middle of almost every bible. It has no header, no maps, photos or fun pictures of fire from heaven, floods, or bears eating people. Unless somebody writes notes on this page, I don’t think any of us really pays much attention to it, because it’s blank. The page proceeding…
A certain sense of dignity and respectability comes with almost* any job. I respect the kid or the senior citizen that must ask, “Do you want fries with that?” at McDonald’s. The same holds true for janitors (they do a lot of nasty crap for a living), phlebotomists (I might be a dentist in Kenya**,…
Children starve in Africa, Los Angeles, and Nampa, Idaho. Individuals suffer from HIV, cancer, and herpes. Hurricanes, fires, earthquakes and falling pianos mangle the fragile bodies of (mostly) innocent victims on a daily basis. And then there’s body odor. Philosophers and talk show hosts alike have accusingly asked, “How can a loving God allow bad…