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"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." -Proverbs 13:12
I've been reading a spate of articles for over a year now about the sudden increase in the rate of morbidity amongst middle- aged White Americans, and Vox published yet another earlier today:...
Me receiving IVIG at home in 2012. I've been part of The Least of These for over five years now.
Despite (or maybe IN SPITE of) a number of Christians publically proclaiming the greatness of Ayn Rand, (I'm looking at you, Paul Ryan), I've been struggling for the last few years with how so many are so anti-ACA. I'm not talking about those who have issues with the contraception mandate, either. Or the ones who are struggling with newly-raised insurance premiums. No,I mean the ones who are against it because it will lead to dependency on government, as if that is the real public health crisis, right up there with heroin or crystal meth addiction.
Yup, we're weird. Maybe even Carrie just before getting that bucket of pig's blood dumped on her-type weird. Or maybe the after. Most definitely after if you're Pentecostal. (Sissy Spacek in "Carrie". Image Source: Memorable TV)
A few chapters into Rachel Held Evans' 2015 book "Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church", this passage just jumped out at me this morning:
Death and resurrection. It’s the impossibility around which every other impossibility of the Christian faith orbits. Baptism declares that God is in the business of bringing dead things back to life, so if you want in on God’s business, you better prepare to follow God to all the rock-bottom, scorched-earth, dead-on-arrival corners of this world—
A young Norma Jean Baker in the early 1940s. Many a Penny Pentecostal would still be rocking this same suit style well into the Carter Administration. (Source)
My latest Audible book streaming through my headphones is "Marilyn Monroe: The Biography" by Donald Spoto and narrated by Anna Fields.
Since I was a kid, I've been fascinated by stars who, despite talent, money, fame and beauty, were downed by the suffocating weight of their own inner psyches. Perhaps it was a weird fascination for an elementary school student, but it was there, and only grew as I got older.
If I had to guess as to why, it probably had something to do with my mother's severe depression. She was (and is) my first exemplar of femininity and beauty. She was a...