Recently, my attention was drawn, via Facebook, to two different blogs by two separate bloggers (can’t remember if I were sent them by the same person) dealing with the same problem: why the church is losing millennials. In both cases, they were appended with notes that read something like, “Well-written article.”
And they were. They both contained nothing but correctly spelled words, the grammar was impeccable, and the syntax was fully paid-up for the fiscal quarter.
They were also remarkably similar.
Submitted by Sam White on Mon, 08/04/2014 - 15:35.
I receive an email letter each week from a prominent Christian ministry with whom I generally agree. (I say generally even though, to date, I can’t think of a specific stance of theirs I disagreed with—though I have not read every issue assiduously so there may have been other points with which I would have differed.) Within each email, there is a question—ostensibly sent in by a reader—and then an answer provided by the ministry.
The question last week was, “Did Jesus die for aliens, too?”
Legalism is one of those things we dislike in other people but generally like if we get to set the parameters. And what’s really wrong with it? we wonder. (When it’s our legalism, anyway. We know what’s wrong with everyone else’s legalism.) It just means that some things are right and others are wrong, right?
That’s fine in math.
A particular TV show has been recommended to me quite often of late, several of the recommendations coming from Christians I respect. I don’t have cable, satellite or Netflix, though, so my only way to watch would be through the purchase of DVDs. Before plunking down that kind of money, I thought I ought to do a little research to see what the show was like.
As my laptop cratered earlier this evening, I thought about getting mad, but then I thought: why bother? It’s what computers do. They wear out on us.
Some people, whose intelligence I will try my best not to disparage, say at a time like this, “Oh, for a good old typewriter! Am I right?” And then they begin to list all the advantages of a typewriter: instant hardcopy. No problem when the power goes out.
And then they’re pretty much stumped.
I venture to guess that most of us, if we have ever thought about dust jackets, have not thought much about them. In fact, up until my having mentioned it, the vast majority of both my readers have probably never given them much thought at all.
What exactly is the purpose of a dust jacket and why is it called that? Without going to the extraordinarily tiresome work of looking things up, I’m going to guess that someone, at one time, got the idea of wrapping a book in an extra layer of paper (as if there weren’t already a lot of paper IN the book!) so as to keep the dust off.
I have always been on the frugal side. OK, let’s just get it out in the open and say “cheap”. I realized yesterday I have become even more so than I used to be and, being a true “Generation X’er”, I look outside myself to place blame.
Yesterday’s revelation was brought to me—and, by extension, to those of you who are reading this—by a desire for a softdrink. It was about eleven o’clock and I suddenly had a craving for a soft drink (Dr Pepper was my preferred drink, though I wouldn’t have turned down a Sprite). I didn’t get one, though.
It’s almost that time of year that the men of America’s churches fear the most: that day of reckoning when we have to decide what to do about Mother’s Day.
This doesn’t seem to be a problem for women. Women are just natural gift-givers. I think it’s biological. See, women have this ability to get sick, cramp up, get bigger, and then produce a baby. If a man gets sick and cramps up and gets bigger, no good is going to come of that.