I’m not in the mood for anything serious today. So here’s some random, goofy word stuff. Some of it I’ve posted before.
I’m a reader. I love books. I love the heft and feel and smell of books. I like the way they look on shelves and piled on tables. Books are great. But I don’t primarily love books because of their feel and appearance. I love what’s inside them — you know, words and ideas and stories.
I find the print book vs. eBook debate amusing, but I wonder at the vehemence of it all.
Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place, condemned He stood
Sealed my pardon with His blood
Hallelujah, what a Savior!
I’ve always found this stanza particularly moving from a theological point of view and interesting in a poetic sense.
When I was a kid, my grandmother used to remind us of the superstition that “bad news always comes in …