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This is a new thing I’ll do on the blog occasionally. A bunch of off-the-wall thoughts, none of which are related, that I just jot down here, there, and everywhere, and eventually post on the blog. Without further ado.
Today is Groundhog Day. I love the movie, and the radio segment at the beginning of every day.
When it comes to theological disputes such as the sinfulness of homosexuality or the like, I’m always stumped by Bible-believing Christians who say something to the effect of, “Well JESUS never talked about _____________.”
I’m like, “Bro/Sis, you affirm the Holy Spirit inspiration of the Scriptures, right? You affirm that Jesus and the Holy Spirit are part of the same Trinity, right? Then why are you needing Jesus to talk about it when the Spirit does through Paul and others?”
It just confuses me, especially among people who would consider themselves more “charismatic.”
Can you imagine what life would be like if we didn’t know what the weather was going to be like each day, and it was completely random every day, no matter where you lived?
Monday: 90° and sunny. Tuesday: -5° and snow.
That’d be crazy.
The degree to which many professing Christians believe personal autonomy is an ultimate good is troubling to me.
Further, the degree to which one’s belief that personal autonomy is an ultimate good influences, often covertly, one’s understanding of God and interpretation of the Scriptures is more troubling still.
Back home in Fort Wayne today, kids are out of school and businesses are closed due to 12ish inches of snow. Here in Nashville, I’m at work on yet another gloomy, rainy, cold Monday. Lame.
This picture is why, I think, those who live in warmer climates are missing out on one of the greatest joys in life: the childlike joy of a winter wonderland.
I would live in Alaska before I’d live in Hawaii. This sort of thing is why:
I’ve wanted to be a lot of things in my life (baseball player, meteorologist, lawyer, president, etc.), but if I was content to never be married or have a family or anything like that, I’d move to the Middle East and be an Indiana-Jones-like archaeologist.
Not that you can’t have a family and be an archaeologist, but I’d probably be one of those workaholic types that is constantly trying to be the first to find some rare artifact.