A Good Google is Hard to Find
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
I learned that home is a team sport.
Just a few examples of artists getting playful with neat possibilities afforded by music’s digital presentation.
The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.
But I was amazed by the openness of our students in some of their responses.
So during my sixth and final semester at Calvin, I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
Maybe restoration doesn’t have to be all or nothing, maybe it doesn’t have to be so black-and-white.
If a soccer club can sing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and then, for the most part, follow those words with action, Christians (read: I) can say “I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord,” and then live that out. Right?
X is for kisses. X is for porn. X is your signature and where you sign.