所以我并不后悔这30个小时的游戏旅程 “If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again”
starting in 1968, and played mostly after my bedtime. (How odd to think I was once young enough to have a mandatory “bedtime”.) Whenever I watched the show it bored me… but I think the theme is better than even Magnum’s.
But penalty for your sins, you must pay somehow. Why reject such a great offer of salvation? “For whoever [tries to] keep the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it” (James2:10). Who rejects such great love…agape love? The proud luciferian...
There is about it a curious, cracked look that is very puzzling until you suddenly realize that at one time, and long ago, the right side of the front porch had been painted, and part of the wall -- but the painting was left unfinished and one portion of the house is darker and din...
Instead, I just had to hold my nerve somehow and stick it out. This was not easy, and it was an incredibly stressful (in a good way!) second half of the game, because there was a lot of suspicion on me and nearly every day I was nominated for execution. Fortunately, I and my ...
You may have noticed that the blog (and Facebook page…andTwitter) are looking a bit different these days. As it turns out, spending a few days too sick to move off the couch gave me a chance to give my social media presence a much needed facelift. At some point I’d like to have...
Somehow low-key Joe Biden gets yawns when he promotes progressive policies that would generate howls if promoted by a President Sanders or a President Warren. This moment is like 1981, the dawn of the Reagan Revolution, except in reverse. It’s not just that government is heading in a new...
fighters while on recon, traversing the mountainous passages of the Shok Valley. While gravely outnumbered and not in the best defensive position, the team is holding its own, but in order to make it out alive, they must somehow turn the tables, making their hunters the ones who are hunted...
Is it shame or a sense of false modesty that keeps us from moving closer into God’s presence? Do we give custom and convention too great a place, somehow convincing ourselves that they’re not just veils, but walls? Sometimes the veils we make are shiny and they reflect our own glory...
And that’s not okay. Just because something is popular doesn’t mean that it’s somehow foolish or that the people who enjoy that thing are somehow less than the people who don’t. This never seems to happen with things men enjoy. Have you ever heard of a football fan called Basic?