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One of the things I love about our century is the fact that we still haven’t managed to catalog and track down and label every thought that everyone who ever lived has ever had, in spite of our technological advancements. Like all those apocryphal proverbs that are still floating around out there, attributed and misattributed…

I’ll bet you twenty bucks you’ve used the phrase “Good Samaritan” at least once in the past month or so. I know you’re not gonna take that bet, because you know you’ve done it. Furthermore, I’ll bet you fifty bucks that when you last used the phrase “Good Samaritan,” you were referring to a stranger…

Everything I thought had value is crumbling.

MUH STUFF

I had the best of intentions for keeping this-here site updated regularly. In fact I have a long list of blog topics in a Notepad file on my PC — various issues I’ve been planning to touch upon that are related to my Christian walk. A handful of them even exist as draft posts. But…

Today is Palm Sunday, a day which carried more significance back when I was Catholic, but it’s still important. It commemorates the triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem the week before he was arrested, tried, killed, and resurrected. All four Gospels tell the tale of our Lord riding into town on the colt of an…

Awhile back, I wrote a post about my existence as a more-or-less permanent fixture “outside the mold” when it comes to being a Proper Christian Lady. If you haven’t read it, feel free to clutch your pearls, because I revealed some fairly pearl-clutchy stuff there. I am, dear reader, a woman with a past. And…

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, obsessing, and complaining about all the Christians who’ve rejected me over the years. I didn’t make those people up, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating the seriousness of how this alienation has affected me. But at the same time, I can’t lose sight of all the good that…

Despite all accumulated evidence to the contrary, I’m actually a very simple creature. Many little things contribute to my happiness on a regular basis, even when I’m THISCLOSE to going on a rage bender. F’rinstance:

My father used to curse a lot. He was the most foul-mouthed man I ever knew.