She is 5.8 pounds of attitude. Why shouldn't she be full of herself? She flew in first class from California. Her fans call her Thibby. Her brother, Chet the Wonder Dog is hoping she is flying back when my sister leaves. No such luck. She's staying. She is a hoot to watch as she explores the wonders of Kentucky. It's a far cry from the cement jungles of the East Bay. She is eating the cicadas and chasing fireflies.
I was recently asked why I read theology and follow theological debates. "It's all just words and opinions." Words. Words on a paper, words on a blog. Words that travel invisibly through our airwaves and our minds. What would our inner monologue consist of without words? Harsh words, gentle words, untrue words, and solid you-can-die-behind them words. They have secret lives in the depths of our souls. They overflow in torrents of grief and joy. They seep out of our character flaws, wearing down the weak convictions that hold them back until they contaminate all those around us. All of us are stained within and without by the raw sewage of unkind words. Our souls are in jeopardy for want of The Word. Jesus Christ. The Gospel. The Good News. Words matter. Doctrine matters. Theology Matters. What you win them with is what you win them to. I study theology because I was lost too long in a world that scrambles truth with its own ideas and preferences. I was fed a diet of tosse
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