Postcards from England
Dear Reader, I’m writing to you from my bathrobe. In a window seat. In a castle. In England.
Dear Reader, I’m writing to you from my bathrobe. In a window seat. In a castle. In England.
But the author of the Vespasian Psalter and his fellow blessing traditionalists needn’t despair. If blessings could jump the shark on the heels of one rapper, could they possibly be redeemed by another?
Because once you’ve been compared to mayonnaise, things can only get better.
I was not just leaving behind a friend, but someone who loves the parts of me I don’t. Sometimes adulthood just feels like a dawn of frequent partings.
I don’t pray anymore. I feel like I should want to, but I don’t. I bow my head in church and before meals, but those are more habits than prayers.
A lot of commercials lately seem to be taking on social issues, and I think it’s important for us to see our world through the lens of an advertiser.
Entitled. Selfish. Hostile. Angry. Fearful.
Strangers think it’s “cool” that I lived there, which, whatever it means, isn’t true. It was something else entirely.
The story goes, that a girl was traveling abroad… either that or she was in Grand Rapids… or Boston or Austin or Mauston. Which is in Wisconsin… anyways, minor details…
Captain America: The Winter Soldier actually raises two themes that the viewer can wrestle with and reflect on: Faith and Choice.