Your God is too Safe

I'm reading this Mark Buchanan book that my friend, Richard, sent to me on the beach to refresh my soul, "Your God is Too Safe." It's alarmingly on target. What's funny is that as my two adopted nieces, Angelle and Janayah, were about to crash into the rocks on the jetty, due to a nasty undertow, I tossed the book on the beach and prepared to do....who knows what? I was willing to run in and save them. Of course, I didn't have the foggiest idea how and I had the dilemma of whether to toss off my glasses (and dive into the blur) or keep them on (and lose them in the waves anyway). Thank goodness that my friend Jenna (who turns out to have been a lifeguard) came flying down the beach like a locomotive in an adrenal rush that is sure to leave her exhausted tonight. She literally ran in and saved the day. It doesn't matter that the girls were safely across the jetty now, safe on the other side, though secretly terrified from their near-drown experience. Jenna was there, they were there, and all was well. Except my new book. It got splashed by a wave and thoroughly sanded. And seaweeded. None of this seemed very safe. I'm reading with new fervor now.

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Ok, so it looks like setting this up with RSS feed means that the entirety of my blog is yours for the viewing on Facebook.

Feel free to skip several months of minutia!

Facebook Fever

Ok, so I know that up until now, Facebook has belonged to the students.
Or recent grads at least.
But a few of us from classes that don't even begin with '0 anything, and may not even begin with '9 anything...are closing in. This interface is just too good to keep from the old people. And so, because I can now post to my Facebook account from here, there's even half a chance that I'll actually write on here now and again.

That's it for now...I still have to ease into this thing.