anyway
Never have I seen a depiction that captures the fact that Jesus “came in the flesh” quite like in this excruciatingly detailed, intricately carved, six inch wooden statue of the Blessed Mother firmly holding a wiggly baby Jesus. Her hand, squeezing His dimpled flesh, His thigh so plump and supple... He came in the flesh, the God-man, so that we might live a life of freedom and joy in ours. His human flesh was pierced and stretched, beaten and scarred, all so that we could hav
super-star
Hey Super-Star! Yeah--I’m talking to you! Did you know that you are about 93% stardust? Not just you...all of us! Surprised? Look it up! (http://www.physicscentral.com/explore/poster-stardust.cfm) With the earth-rattling news and pictures of colliding neutron stars that surfaced last week and the interesting facts that were brought to light due to it, my head is exploding with thoughts of outer space (and Biblical history. LOL! See last week’s post). Not only are we made up o
avad
Yes, ‘tis true, I have gone back to grad school. In Theology 501 I have learned that some things, no matter the millennium, never change. We may label with new euphemisms the same old sin, but the human condition is the human condition no matter if you are donning a fig leaf, a toga or the latest European fashion. Check this out, the ancient Hebrew word “avad” shows this very clearly and delivers a timeless, powerful punch... Hebrew is an amazing language. The word avad, foun
reproducing
Arrrrrrriba! The little butterfly that hatched on my dining room table is now well on her way to Mexico! What a journey she will be on for the next several weeks. We will not see her again, but her life is far from over. Early in the spring, when the sun first begins to warm the Earth, the sweet smelling fir trees growing high in the Mexican mountains will begin to come alive with the sound of millions of fluttering wings. The Monarch butterflies, which have migrated all the
soaring!
What you are about to read is scientifically inexplicable. Try as they may, no one can figure it out. I gingerly placed my freshly hatched Monarch in its beautiful glass terrarium out onto the table on the back patio so that it could freely take to the sky when it was ready. And much to my delight and sadness, amazingly, it did just that. Off it went, with trust and instinct, all that it needed to get it to where it needed to go to fulfill its purpose in life. The Eastern Mig
