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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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I think that you might print these four photos and their captions and tuck them away for a while, and then produce them at some happy occasion. I'd think that your girls, as grown-up young women, might enjoy seeing these photos, laughing over them, realizing how proud you are of them.
Or I could be wrong about that. :) But I know that the few times my father has chosen to share his little observations on my childhood--who I was, what I thought, how I concerned him or made him proud--meant more to me than any other compliments or insights from anyone else. And I'd imagine that your girls might be the same way.
Enough being sentimental. Do you REALLY think that baptism by immersion is cheating? I think I'll take what obvious symbolism I can get; there's enough that's unclear to be confusing, no?
(One last thing. I apologize if my prior email was too full of really honest wonderings; that wasn't my intention, but I'll try to stay a little less personal in the future. :) Thanks for your patience.)
ahhhh...you're too kind. when i first read your comments and you said i should tuck away my four photos, i though you were referring to the donaldson pictures. and i thought, wait, weren't there six of them?
then i understood that you were talking about the girls' pictures and my reaction was, oh yeah, i did post pictures of my girls, didn't i?
now i'm not saying that ridiculing former students through stupid photos is more important to me than writing sweet thoughts about my family. i'm just saying....well, i don't know what i'm saying. and i don't know what it means that i assume people would rather comment on my dumb-a$$ photos than on my sentimental ones.
but your comments are too too kind. and i will take them to heart. ahhhhh....you're so nice. and, no, not in a lake wobegoney kind of way. well, not JUST in that way.
and your earlier comments were perfect. no need for an apology. Unless you want to start swapping apologies for our respective misdeeds, in which case you have NO idea what or who you’re up against. misdeeds and later apologies for them are my speciality!
do i think baptism by immersion is cheating? no. i wish i had been baptized by immersion. it's clearly the more symbolically fitting way. and it's fine that people take that debate seriously--no matter how silly i may find it.
here's my thinking: if you want to be baptized by immersion, that’s terrific. and if you think baptism by sprinkling or dipping or what have you doesn't count, that's fine too. I really don’t care. dude, i’m a good protestant; i interpret the whole shebang according to my own conscience, not yours. i used to find theological debates of this sort interesting and terribly important. now i find them interesting but more or less ridiculous. (and more "more" than "less.") of course it’s possible that what god wants is for His children to speak derisively of each other and to harbor contempt in their hearts for their fellow brothers and sisters. Because if you’re baptized the wrong way then by definition you’re not my brother or sister. Because you’re not saved. And I am. So nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah. God loves me more than you. Which, according to Calvinist thought, he really does.
Okay… not me specifically. But the “me’s” that are saved.
Not to say that I’m not saved. Or loved more…than you. Dunno.
Oooh boy. I thing you know what I’m trying to say.
You don’t?
Oh.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is this. If you were baptized the wrong way I really don’t want you writing on my blog again.
And that also applies to whether you correctly know the answer to the question of whether the Holy Spirit issues from the Father alone, or from both the Father and the Son.
I’m not going to tell you which one is true. All I know is you’d better get it right. Otherwise I’ll see you in hell.
Well not me specifically. Just those who, like you, get it wrong.
Going to Hell AND being forbidden to write on my blog. That’s not good.
I was actually referring to an email I wrote some time ago, which apparently you never received. That's okay, though--obviously, since I felt the need to apologize for it. :) Mostly, it was an airing of my fears and frustrations. I'm doing better now.
I'm coming to Georgia next month; I wish that I had the opportunity to sit in on one of your classes. (If I sat in on a class, would I be allowed to call you Dr. B?) Too bad you're on sabbatical, and I won't have the chance.
" i’m a good protestant; i interpret the whole shebang according to my own conscience, not yours"--this made me laugh. And think about what other things we fuss about that might not even matter.
hey you--
i think i've responded to the emails you've sent. so re-send it to me at my real address. or drop me a line on my cell
I just found them! All this time I thought the email I wrote had been caught by your spam filter...and didn't think to check mine. Not that your emails are spam. Hmm. Anyway. :)
More later.
are you kidding? it's going to say, "she came, she saw, she kicked ***." what a force of life in such a small package.
you got that right. that kid is ALL life. being with her is like waking on air. she's just so entertaining and attentive to what's going around her. i spoil her rotten--she's the only kid i really have trouble saying no to.
as for as this picture of her, it's one of just a handful of the pictures i've posted that are "journalistic" rather than artsy. but i thought it captured her personality pretty well.
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