Fallen and Flawed

Entered. *crossing fingers*

Dropped my name in the hat too! Just don’t find out too late that you used your credit card to save the page…

I know this is tangential, but you’ll just have to smack my wrist later…

My house is rich with the smells of fresh homemade gumbo and rice. For dessert, banana pudding smothered in layers of whipped cream and vanilla wafers and sliced bananas, and butterscotch pudding for my husband who doesn’t like banana pudding. The shelves of my refrigerator are groaning under the weight of the food on them. My house is warm and cozy while the latest cold front threatens. My house is filled with light and music. I and my family are relatively healthy, a pharmacopoeia of medicine sits within easy reach in our cabinet. If physical harm threatens, the hospital is a brief drive away by ambulance. The gas tank of our car is full. The store boasts a king’s selection of food.

But oh, how poor a wretch I am.

Somewhere in the world, I have a brother. He is sitting on a cold, hard pavement. His face a mass of wrinkles and scars, and his feet are covered in sores and blisters. He is shivering in the cold while the rags of his clothes drape from his malnourished form. He is kicked, spat upon, and pushed to the margins of society. His family have either been killed or have abandoned him. And yet, he raises his callused hands to the darkening sky and sings “I am richer than ever, for I have the Lord…!”

May the New Year show us our poverty.

Denita, what a wonderful (tangental) post!
Thank you so much for sharing your passion & compassion as an inspiration to such as me.
God grant your request…

Demian, no wrist-slapping for this one, please!

Al, none what’s so ever, because Denita humbles this cavalry, cocky know-it-all by reminding him that he in fact doesn’t know a thing, and what he does have or know he owes all to his king.

Denita, God bless you and Eric. Thank you.

Thank you so much for your words of encouragement and kindness…but trust me, I write those as much to remind myself, as to share with my brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus. I have been a horrible Laodicean this past year. May the Holy Spirit set my soul afire, and ruin me utterly for anyone or anything but Christ alone! And may the same be said for all of us who call ourselves children of the Most High!

By the way, I meant “cavalier” [the haughty kind] not “cavalry” [the horse riding kind]…

Demian,

How would you like to open a subject here about the “bankrupcy of evolution”? This sounds like bad propaganda to me, so would be prepared to discuss the issue, as I see no evidence for such a thing, only plenty of lies.

Great suggestion, Jag. I reviewed Darwin’s Dilemma, so you can pick up the thread there. I’d loved to hear your thoughts.

Very generous of you to do this for others. Kinda neat. Helps keep the klutter down as well in the new home. I pray all is well, happy new year.

If Woodward wins, he better let me barrow them!

You know this is true, man!

It would be a great way to hang out…. which is something that sounds good…. with coffee…