[1] O LORD, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. [2] But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. […]
Denominations, Politics, and Greasy Beards
A Song of Ascents. Of David. [1] Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity! [2] It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard, on the beard of Aaron, running down on the collar of his robes! [3] It is like the dew of Hermon, […]
Bitter confessional religious literature
Like Oil on a Beard
Tonight I got to speak at chapel at the Evansville Rescue Mission. Here is a short bit about what I talked about. Maybe I need to get a dashboard tripod?
A Flock of Limping Sheep
So yesterday a friend and I were talking and he told me about in Ps. 23 it says that God MAKES me lie down in green pastures. He said that the only way to make a sheep lie down was if the shepherd would take his hook, grab a back leg, and BREAK the sheep’s […]