Blog on the Lillypad

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Breaking the fast
Well, a cup of coffee helped settle things back into my unhealthy routine. I actually ate another banana. Now there's nothing left but cornbread, but I am not hungry. I'll take the cornbread home, maybe freeze it for the end of the next fast. Tonight I plan to have my standby of stir fry and a Smith's Old Brewery Pale Ale.

Frugal Muse

Here's a blog I like: Frugal Muse

The young lady writing it obviously has a lot of gusto and enthusiasm. She openly asks for information on resting one day a week, so I will plan to write to her tonight. These beautiful human beings are my reminders of that grace that we talk about (some of us) but never expect to see outside of our little circles that we carefully construct. Every life is made in the image of God. Every life is precious and sacred. I am stunned at how callously I over ride those considerations day to day. And I am horrified at how others, including those in pulpits, are even more coarse, hostile, and unconcerned than I am.

So this amiable little lamb who wants to get a tattoo for her birthday cocks her head at me (in virtual time) and says, "Why do you keep a Sabbath?" And I want to tell her that Christ is my rest, and explain how wonderful that is. He has ordained that His perfect Gospel is imparted by imperfect people. Hence we pray for a more perfect knowledge of Him, so that He will speak through us and guide our actions.

Rebecca Anderson (Ra)

Here's another Blog I like: http://rjanderson.blogspot.com/

Rebecca Anderson is a Christian woman and a very good writer. She used to write Doctor Who stories, and I have almost forgiven her for the story in which the Doctor and a companion trek down to the bottom of a long, dark archeological dig on foot, carrying torches as their only light. I was ready for a brand new creature of Rebecca's devising, but the narrative kept going and the conversation never turned to inexplicable deaths or gruesome remains. I decided that whatever was lurking for a chance to seize them was a recurring Doctor Who villain, like Cybermen or Daleks or maybe even the Master.

So then the Doctor and his companion reach the bottom of the tunnel and spend the whole night talking and then come back up and return to the TARDIS. And that was the end of the story.

I was so mad! Poor Rebecca was surely amazed at the tremendous scolding I gave her via e-mail. To pacify my indignation, Rebecca later introduced a character named Jerin whose only role was to pursue the Doctor and try to blow him up. I also designed a gentle, gray and white furry creature named RA who devotedly befriends one of the good characters in Blood-Dimmed Tide but always thinks him a little foolish because he says too many things.

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