This highly controversial page is for those with open minds and souls and those unwilling to make opinions and judge books by their covers (which I only do at bookstores). Because, you know, a book cover is like a block of moldy cheese...and I'm not sure where I'm going with that, so let's just skip the introduction and take a look at some...

Used Religion



constructed many years ago...when I first got "saved"
about what I've learned since then

scientific problems that arise from the Bible...and some solutions

addendum (March 2010): these pages are here for archival/education purposes, not argumentative (despite their tone)

"But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain (Titus 3:9 King James Version)".

the "global flood"

Daily Devotionals

Daily excerpt from 'A Year with C. S. Lewis' and 'Wisdom from the Proverbs' for the 3rd of August

3 August

Alone into the Alone

Lewis, grieving the death of his wife, Joy:
There's a limit to the 'one flesh.' You can't really share someone else's weakness, or fear or pain. What you feel may be bad. It might conceivably be as bad as what the other felt, though I should distrust anyone who claimed that it was. But it would still be quite different. When I speak of fear, I mean the merely animal fear, the recoil of the organism from its destruction; the smothery feeling; the sense of being a rat in a trap. It can't be transferred. The mind can sympathize; the body, less. In one way the bodies of lovers can do it least. All their love passages have trained them to have, not identical, but complementary, correlative, even opposite, feelings about one another.
We both knew this. I had my miseries, not hers; she had hers, not mine. The end of hers would be the coming-of-age of mine. We were setting out on different roads. This cold truth, this terrible traffic- regulation ('You, Madam, to the right—you, Sir, to the left') is just the beginning of the separation which is death itself.
And this separation, I suppose, waits for all. I have been thinking of H. and myself as peculiarly unfortunate in being torn apart. But presumably all lovers are. She once said to me, 'Even if we both died at exactly the same moment, as we lie here side by side, it would be just as much a separation as the one you're so afraid of.' Of course she didn't know, any more than I do. But she was near death; near enough to make a good shot. She used to quote 'Alone into the Alone.' She said it felt like that. And how immensely improbable that it should be otherwise! Time and space and body were the very things that brought us together; the telephone wires by which we communicated. Cut one off, or cut both off simultaneously. Either way, mustn't the conversation stop?
—from A Grief Observed

Compiled in A Year with C.S. Lewis

A Grief Observed. Copyright © 1961 by N. W. Clerk, restored 1996 C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. Preface by Douglas H. Gresham copyright © 1994 by Douglas H. Gresham. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers. A Year With C.S. Lewis: Daily Readings from His Classic Works. Copyright © 2003 by C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

August 3

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones (16:24).

The golden liquid dripped from the combs into the collecting trays. It was amazing to watch the process and to think that this wonderful sweet was the product of a swarm of bees. Processing the honey and cleaning the combs had always been fascinating and he loved watching it. It had been a part of his growing up. He would help his father and his grandfather, and lick the sweet sticky residue off of his hands. That was good, but what was better was taking the first jar into the house to spread on grandma's homemade cornbread. Nothing was better in the whole wide world.

Christians have within their power the ability to sweeten the lives of the people they meet. Kind words and sincere compliments are like the purest honey, sweet and good. The memory of a word rightly spoken can be a strength and a support to a person in time of trial. A compliment can boost a sagging self-image or make a person feel they are appreciated. We need to feel that others care about us and respect us. Our words are precious gifts to give, if we will use them to build up and praise. When we use our words to heal, we are serving God in a very special way, and His favor is upon us.

prayer: When I see the opportunity to offer kind words, help me to say the right thing. Let my speech be a reflection of your grace. Let me serve other people in word as well as deed, Father. Amen.

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