It’s been far too serious around here lately, so it’s time to return to the ever-popular…
Tuesday’s Top 10.
Today we explore the worst inventions of all time (a huge shout-out to Sky Mall for providing me with a centralized location from which to compile this list). I’ve only got seven inventions listed, so I’ll need your help in the comments to finalize the top 10 worst inventions of all time.
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About the same amount of people showed up for week two, showing that the preface and first two chapters of “Love Wins” weren’t too much for them to handle. Or maybe they had a secret ballot in the hallway, deciding who would receive the honor of eliminating me. As I’m still alive to write this post, I can only assume this wasn’t the case.
In all honesty, this small group of around 20 people is the most graceful, curious, well-meaning group I’ve run into for a long time. No one has gotten even the least bit upset at anyone else, at least not on the outside. And we are a diverse group, anywhere from early-20-somethings to 50-somethings, Gen-Xers to Baby-Boomers, moderns to postmoderns.
You can tell by the questions people ask and the verses they bring up that they do not always agree, but what I find most refreshing is this willingness the group has to let the questions be asked.
What if?
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People passing by on the road ridiculed the man being executed. The soldiers laughed and gambled for his possessions. The criminals hanging on other crosses, dying their own deaths, even took time to scoff at him. The religious crowd joined in, taunting him.
“Save yourself! If you are really God’s son, come down off the cross!”
They must have really hated him. It’s one thing to get on someone’s case when their successful, or steal your parking spot. But to harangue a rabbi as he dies one of the most painful deaths known to mankind? That’s just low.
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These days my laptop and I are pretty much inseparable (much to the chagrin of Maile, who sometimes needs to remind me to close things up and be present). Most of this is the result of loving what I do and just being plain busy: working on five book projects, all at various stages of development; writing my own blog posts, 5-7 days a week; and writing 6 blog posts a week for other organizations.
It’s a lot of fun.
This week, as I thought about the projects I’m involved in, I started to realize that I couldn’t do it by myself. It’s easy to forget this, since I work at home, hidden away, looking like I just rolled out of bed (for most of the day). But there are some great resources out there for writers:
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Today’s guest post is brought to you by Jennifer Luitwieler. She writes a brilliant blog and is currently hosting a series of guest posts having to do with identity. Today I’m fortunate enough to be guest posting on the topic, so after you read her post here, you can catch the link to my guest post over at her site. Enjoy!
Yesterday I ran my second half marathon in two weeks. To mark the occasion, my sister gave me a brand new running tank in a bright orange color. I know that real runners chide dummies like me; they suggest not wearing or trying anything new when running. It could hurt or give you a blister or make you sick, as is the case with those little fuel pouches. But, my sister wanted to celebrate and I wanted to honor that. So I wore the bright orange tank top. The bright orange tank top had low slung armholes with seams that were roughly the size of the Continental Divide. Or at least that’s how it seemed at about mile 8. Continue reading “Chaffing”
I have an obsession with my bookshelves.
Sometimes I will just stand there, staring at my books, and this feeling of fondness rises up in me, not unlike the way I feel when I sneak into my kids’ rooms at night and watch them sleep. Staring down at my children I marvel at how they are kept alive by such a small passageway, and that this invisible air slips in and out and kindles the life in them.
I think the same thing when I look at my books – such small breaths by people I will never meet, and yet they managed to exhale things like “East of Eden” or “A Prayer For Owen Meany.” Such monumental ventilation.
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