Brother Terry confesses to a weakness that most of us share:
In my own ministry I have been too critical of others. I repent of that because I (hopefully) have learned that God uses all kinds of people, and just because someone does things differently than me, doesn’t mean they’re wrong.
Man, if only I can remember [...]
If you Google “my worst fear is,” these are some of what results:
Failure
That we will make the same mistake we did before
Rejection
Sadness
Miscarriage
Tornadoes
That there is no existence after death
To be surrounded by cockroaches
Drowning
Something happening to my kids
Bugs, especially spiders
Forgetting
Dolls
Getting into a car wreck
Someone close to me dying suddenly
Heights
Judgment day
Knives
Not accomplishing my goals
Throwing up
Looking down and seeing [...]
A record-breaking experiment with 1500 bottles of Diet Coke and some unspecified number of Mentos:
What’s even cooler is that the ponchos make them look like monks, or maybe hobbits.
Via Slashfood.
Good line of the day, from tbogg:
There are worse things than discussions about veganism. Fortunately deceleration trauma isn’t one of them.
Number of Google hits on the search string “I hate [blank]“:
Facebook: 23,400 — MySpace: 71,300
Apple: 27,000 — Microsoft: 81,400
Yahoo: 3,020 — Google: 27,100
skinny people: 1,050 — fat people: 9,980
Clinton: 2,110 — Obama: 2,900 — McCain: 3,860
country: 47,400 — rap: [...]
Via BoingBoing, a site where people recreate childhood photos of themselves so that you can see how they’ve changed. And so far as I’ve seen, it’s blessedly free of irony, and actually quite sweet. This one grabbed me for some reason, but there are lots of good ones.
It’s a brand new baby basset, named Fenway! Squee!
Via BoingBoing, an LA Times article about the only thing I liked about LA after six miserable months living there several years ago. (Well, that and Canter’s Deli. Pretty much everything else sucked.)
Awhile ago I got interested in the principles of nonviolence, thanks to a book by Walter Wink. I subsequently read M.K. Gandhi’s autobiography, and then (mostly by coincidence) the Raj Quartet by Paul Scott. These were enough to reveal my gross ignorance of India, while also piqueing my interest.
Several months and dozens of [...]
