Have it your way… have it your way…
Good morning, my punkins. “Blessed are the peacemakers” indeed… I just had to break my dogs up, as they were fighting. Hairy little dogfighters. I’ve found the best way to do this is to yell “Cujo!” For some reason, this gets their immediate attention: they cease growling, perk up their ears and cock their heads at me, eyes bright and pink tongues lolling. “What?” they seem to ask. “You have called out the name of our god. How shall we serve him?” Honestly, this is the response, and it kinda bugs me. I thought I was their god. Another delusion flushed, straight down the toilet, with the rest of the yams.
@ For the last couple days, I’ve been reading a book called The Jesus I Never Knew by Philip Yancey and it is shaking my foundation. The picture I’ve always kept in my mind of Jesus - despite knowing it’s patently ridiculous - is the one I saw on the wall at Sunday School when I was little. Tall (I could tell, even though he was sitting), light-haired, blue-eyed, handsome, and beatific; he looked perfect, without spot or blemish, not a hair out of place. When I’ve imagined him speaking to crowds, healing sick people, or yelling at Pharisees, it’s always been with this picture in mind - not as cognitive reality, but as unconscious belief - and it’s pushed me away from him. How can I possibly relate to such a perfect being, and how, how, how could he possibly relate to me? The sanitized version of Jesus has been wearing me down my whole life, and I didn’t even know it. I’ve been trying to live on Jesus, but there’s no nutrition in Jesus-lite.
When I was chatting with God last night, I had a revelation. Suddenly, in my mind, a new picture of Jesus emerged: Jesus as dark-haired, dark-skinned and brown-eyed, like most middle eastern people. Jesus as short, stooped - a little hunchbacked - and *gasp - even ugly. The minute this picture flashed to mind, my heart expanded to connect in a way it never has before. I connected with Jesus’s humanity, and I awoke to the fact that he truly did experience life like I do. There’s no doubt he grew up in poverty: his family couldn’t afford a lamb for their yearly sacrifice; they had to use doves. God deliberately came to earth as a poor man. He wanted to enter in from the bottom up. So, why would he come in as a handsome man? Wouldn’t that give him a natural advantage; kind of an instant “get-out-of-jail-free” card? There’s no physical description of him anywhere in history, apart from what Isaiah wrote:
~ Just as there were many who were appalled at him - his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man and his form marred beyond human likeness… He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we did not esteem him.~
This doesn’t sound like the description of a movie star; not even a Paul Giamatti-type character actor… This sounds like a real person, living with other real people, and dealing with real-life situations. This new picture of Jesus dilates my mind to accept the things he said, because I no longer see him preaching from the platform of perfection, down to me. I see him standing on the same dirt I do.
I’m smack in the middle of the chapter about the Sermon on the Mount, ready to hear Philip Yancey’s take on why Jesus told us to be perfect as our father in heaven is perfect. I can’t wait to read what he says, now that I see Jesus with different eyes. I trust him more; I feel I know him; that he just may possibly be the best friend I’ll ever have. It’s like the difference between a slab of rich, moist chocolate cake and a month-old nilla wafer: I’m suddenly craving him, wanting to tell him everything, knowing he’s listening and here to help. I see the chasm between us - I do not do what he told us to do; I’m so far from perfect it’s disheartening - but I see he wants to bridge the gap and that there’s hope. We’re walking in hope, towards joy, every day we live. It’s hard to convey, but what I’m saying is I feel my faith is more rooted in reality now, than in the ideal. It’s tangible instead of invisible; something I really can grasp with my hands and wrap my brain around. It’s accessible.
@ Scott’s working out the final details to embark on a new vocation. I’ll probably get to tell you about it tomorrow. We’re both extremely encouraged and feel a little lighter on our toes today. Thank you everyone who’s been praying; it’s possible this is the answer to those prayers. I’ll let you know.
@ Van ships out to Kuwait tomorrow. He’ll be there for two weeks before leaving for Iraq. Despite the fact that he was one of those trained to drive Humvees - a scary idea considering all the roadside bombings - he’s encouraged that his unit will be staying at Camp Anaconda, entertainment capital of the desert. It has a 9-hole golf course, a swimming pool, a Burger King… I’m thinking, Did they build the camp around what was already there, or is it new? If it’s new - just built for our soldiers - then I’m shaking my head. Sigh. Americans. Honestly. I mean, I love being an American - really love it - but do we HAVE to have our damn Burger Kings? C’mon, it’s silly, and I’m laughing. But crying inside. But still laughing. Peace today, friends. xo
September 28th, 2005 09:24
I have loads of Philip Yancey books that I would be happy to send to you if you like his writing.
Also, I am praying for Van.
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September 28th, 2005 09:31
Heathy - Are you serious? I’ll take them gladly. Just send me an email and I’ll give you my address. kelly@kellywell.org I would give you my firstborn son in exchange, but he already belongs to the U.S. Government.
(Thank you for praying for him. I 100% truly appreciate that!)
September 28th, 2005 09:40
Cujo, hmmm? Now, that is an amusing bit of Kelly family trivial.
Once, while sitting in quiet, I sensed I was going to get a “picture” of Christ. Then I saw this bridge — a humble wooden bridge in a woods. Immediately I knew these three things: that Christ is the bridge to the Divine, the bridge to others and the bridge to my destiny. And without him, without this bridge, the going would be rough, if not impossible, for me.
I think of this often now as I stand in these woods and feel so far from who I long to be. So alone and isolated. Even cold and apathetic spiritually. Christ beckons with the reminder that he is the bridge to these things that seem impossible, to the path that seems impassable.
September 28th, 2005 09:42
Wow Kelly - I think I need to go get this book. About 6 months ago, I heard someone say that Jesus actually looked middle eastern - in fact - they said he might have looked like Osama Bin Laden. Who knows - one thing for sure - I agree that he probably didn’t look like an American Movie Star. He was real - very real. I wish I knew him better.
September 28th, 2005 09:57
Geez - every time I come here you rock my Sunday Schoolized world… Ugly? Could it be? As always - lots to ponder.
I’m reading an amazing book about David by Eugene H. Peterson… Leap Over a Wall. He dives right into David’s human-ess and the lack of miraculous occurances in his life. David was just an ordinary, totally messed up guy. And yet, over and over again in Scripture, Jesus is called the Son of David. It’s a great picture of Jesus’ humanity and how he loves our earthy, failing selves. The story of David proves that “there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that God can’t and doesn’t use to work his salvation and holiness into our lives…” It’s an amazing book and so full of great revelations for my little brainwashed head.
Okay - enough of me.
Can’t wait to hear how God is answering prayers for Scott.
September 28th, 2005 10:05
Hey Kelly, Living in a land of darker, swarthy men has really brought Jesus alive. Even better, going to parties, drinking, eating (olive oil dripping down the chin), dancing, laughing and above all talking, talking, arguing and talking some more brings Jesus’ trek on earth to life. I like living with people who don’t care that much about all the polish. Makes me relish his humanness, and mine, too.
September 28th, 2005 10:59
Good stuff, Kelly! I think you’re on to something there. I’m tracking with you all the way. So, when are you going to publish you own stuff??? I woke up with your family on my mind again! I’ve been praying for ya’all..I was also thinkin’ on you as I pushed my grocery buggy ’round the store yesterday…See, you really have invaded my mind!!! I’m startin’ to talk weird!!! Seriously, Love you and love reading your thoughts. Keep it up and stay off the Yams—they tend to make you look flushed! ; )
September 28th, 2005 11:01
Cujo? could you please explain?
Since childhood I have rebelled against “alto, guapo, rubio y con los ojos azules” (that’s tall, handsome, blonde and with blue eyes) image of Jesus. But I’ve never quite been able to replace it with a guy with a “jewish” nose, dark hair, brown eyes, beard and all. But I can totally see him arguing about food with some other guy, just to get a kick out of it. You see, Mediterraneans LOVE to argue about food (my grandma maks a better dish than yours). Maybe one day I’ll get a better picture. But I’m sure he wasn’t handsome or he would have had MORE followers (as shallow as that sounds).
September 28th, 2005 11:11
I think you’re right about Jesus being tall, because it says in Luke 2:52, “And Jesus advanced in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.”
The Victorian sissified Jesus pictures always got on my nerves. Jesus was not a soft wimp. Bugs me when they make him blue-eyed in the movies, too…
*goes off on private rant*
But what a great gift to crave the Lord! Glory to God for giving you this joy!
September 28th, 2005 11:46
Twy - How mysterious he is. I’m just seeing that it’s impossible to bridge that gap myself, and I’ve tried so hard throughout my life. I’m beginning to understand that he is most definitely the bridge between the human and the divine - man and God - despite what I do or don’t do. Nothing I do changes HIM. He is what he is and what he became. I’m just here, doing what I can to make it through my life. This is very comforting to me; it takes the pressure off knowing that I don’t have to save myself, or anyone else: he’s already done it. Twy, I know what it’s like to feel cold and alone. You DO have people standing with you, and thinking about you. Me, for one… xo
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Flip - I’m on a quest; I really want to know this person I claim to follow, and whose “followers” tend to make me so furious. There’s such a huge gap between him and those who say they know him (including me). That can’t be. I want to change.
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Cath - I’ve always loved David for being such a butthead and for loving God so passionately. Most of the people in scripture are real, “realer” than we allow ourselves to be in the modern church. I just read today that young people are reacting to Jesus’s words the way people probably reacted to his words in the first century: saying he’s stupid, and how can what he said be true? There’s not the “holy reverence” we grew up with, and this is really good, strange as it sounds. There’s a fresh, authentic response to him. Am I making sense? God can deal with raw. I don’t think he likes polish all that much. Unless he’s doing the polishing.
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Margi - I’m jealous… I wish I lived in the land of dark, swarthy men and dripping olive oil, especially now as I’m seeking an authentic relationship with the one who CHOSE that culture to manifest into… You’re really blessed, but you already know that…
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Robs - So, you pushed your buggy around the store? Did you pick up a box of grits? Any country ham? How ’bout hog brains in milk gravy? Livermush? Hushpuppy mix? If not, then you still have a long way to go ’til you’re southernized…
~ I’m so glad you’re praying for us faithfully. You’re such a good friend, R. ~ Hey, yam cream is supposed to be good for us old women.
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Jenn - I’m GLAD you don’t know who Cujo is. That means you haven’t been scared out of your wits by the Stephen King book. He was a nasty, murderous dog in one of his books. Brrr. ~ It’s funny, I’ve been picturing Jesus arguing, too - not in a negative sense, but like you were saying: as people in his culture do… Real real real; not sanitized to meet safety codes. I’m sick of Wonder bread, even if the wrapper does have those cute little polka dots all over it. Um, do you know what Wonder bread is? If you don’t, be glad.
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Chrissy - Haha. Maybe Oral Roberts really DID see a thousand foot Jesus!
Have you seen the new Matthew movie; the one with the laughing Jesus? They had the right idea, but the guy they chose has blondish hair, blue eyes and a flat, midwestern accent. Come ON people. Jesus was JEWISH. Living in PALESTINE. Help us out here!! ~ Yeah, I’m happy to be hungry again. xo
September 28th, 2005 13:58
Hey, It’s so weird you are discussing Jesus’ looks because my Dad just showed me last Friday night this thing he picked up at a garage sale of all places. It was a framed written piece that was supposedly a description of Jesus written by some guy in office around the time Jesus was living. I can’t remember his name but I’ve asked my Dad to send or email me a copy so I can share it with you guys and research it further. I do know that it gave me an odd reality overload type feeling complete with chills. It was beautiful to read and I’ve never even heard of such a thing. Who know how authentic it is but I want to find out because it was highly believeable in the way it was worded. Bizarre that you should bring this up now when I’ve been thinking about it too.
September 28th, 2005 14:33
Kate - It wasn’t this, was it?: “He was a tall man, well shaped and of an amiable and reverend aspect; his hair is of a color that can hardly be matched, falling into graceful curls… parted on the crown of his head, running as a stream to the front after the fashion of the Nazarites; his forehead high, large and imposing; his cheeks without spot or wrinkle, beautiful with a lovely red; his nose and mouth formed with exquisite symmetry; his beard, and of a color suitable to his hair, reaching below his chin and parted in the middle like a fork; his eyes bright blue, clear and serene…” Philip Yancey quoted this. It was a document forged in 1514, allegedly written by the Roman governor who succeeded Pontius Pilate, named Publius Lentulus. It’s a fake, but it’s what most of our Western church believes. Is this the one your dad found? If so, weird, huh? xo
September 28th, 2005 14:57
Yes, that’s it. We had a discussion that night about the truth of it because neither of us could figure how it could be true and yet hardly anyone knows about it. I’d like to know more about the validity of it and why it was determined to be fake.
September 28th, 2005 15:01
Hey, now that I think about it most of the carpenters I know are missing fingers. Or at least have badly scarred hands. I just love strong, work toughened hands, Jesus was a carpenter for a long time, I could totally dig a picture of hands like those for him.
September 28th, 2005 15:15
Sherlock - Let me know what you find out. Philip Yancey doesn’t say how he knows it’s a fake. He did say that he believed the evidence that it’s a fake because the next line reads: “No man has seen him laugh.” That’s enough proof for me. Jesus not laughing? Yeah, no.
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Margi - And what kind of tools did he have to work with? No power tools back then; I’ll bet he DID have gnarly old hands. My favorite favorite favorite kind, too. Do you remember the old song by Hank Snow that starts, “These hands ain’t the hands of a gentleman/ These hands are calloused and old/ These hands raised a family; these hands built a home/ Now these hands raised to praise the Lord… Take a look at these hardworking hands…” I love that song.
September 28th, 2005 15:16
Hi Kell. Hi everyone. (waving floppily tiredly)
I’m poorly today and this will probably come out drivelish. Just want to say that your post today spoke clearly and directly to my heart. Thank you, lovely spirit.
I met Jesus the Jew in the summer of 1993. He told me to love the Jews, and opened my heart to the roots of our faith. Roots and trunk and branches and wild branches and grafting and leaves and buds and flowers and fruit.
I know who you’re talking about. He loves us where we are and who we are and, yes, his glowingly gorgeousness shines from within.
I’m still prayng for you and yours, lovely spirit.
September 28th, 2005 15:22
OK, it’s bugging me that the photo of me keeps popping up. Thanks a lot Steve (my hub who set it up that way apparantly) Anyway. Margi, I grew up with a large sepia toned piece of artwork depicting Jesus in a carpenter’s shop. It’s the only “picture” of Jesus my Dad wanted in the house. Just some artist’s rendition. It grew on me as I grew. “Jesus” was muscular and strong but not good or bad looking. I’ve never thought of Jesus as either, simply someone with eyes that drew all the attention, that drew me in. Eyes that could SEE me and loved me purely. I could melt in those eyes. My dads hands were always rough and scarred and they are my favorite hands to this day. He was a carpenter. I imagine Jesus’s were that way too since he worked with his Dad in the carpenter shop, at least when he was younger, right? As I recall the artwork had him with those large, rough hands holding a spike and pounding it in as he was fashioning something.
OK, these long comments have got to stop. Sorry.
September 28th, 2005 15:25
David - I’m so sorry you’re sick today (physically, or emotionally? - obviously not mentally, because you think I’m a lovely spirit! Oh wait - maybe that would be proof you are a little unhinged…
)~ It’s the first time I’ve really seen a vision of Jesus as anything but handsome, and that’s the part that’s made the difference for me. He was perfect, but not the kind of perfect I’d always thought he was. I love that he loves us from the lowest foundation. ~ Thank you a TON for praying for us, friend. Get well! Get rest!
September 28th, 2005 15:27
Just one more comment. If you’re lucky. Yah, the laughing part was the number one thing I questioned. My Dad being the somewhat annoying, negative person he can be had not trouble believing Jesus didn’t laugh. I, on the other hand, could not imagine it. Of COURSE he laughed. He hung with kids, right? How could you not?
I swear Kelly. Somehow there needs to be a Kellywell chat room or something. Even I’M getting sucked in to this comment stuff. Don’t faint. I’m not there to catch you as you fall.
September 28th, 2005 15:33
Katie - Heck no with badmouthing the long comments. Look at Robin, that comment-hogger! (heh heh, hi Rob!) I want you to comment, Lorrainey! To tell you the truth, I’m just glad anyone shows up at all. ~ It’s good you didn’t grow up with a preconceived idea of Jesus, and could just think of melting into his eyes. That’s a beautiful picture. I love hands, don’t you? When I look at my hands, instead of being embarrassed by how wrinkly they’re getting, and how the veins pop out, I think about the things I create with them, and how useful they are to me. Hands are amazing, really. Our whole BODIES are! But now I’m getting carried away with the long comments. xo
September 28th, 2005 15:37
Baine - I’m shaking my head that anyone could think Jesus didn’t laugh. There are tons of times I tell him a joke and he laughs like a maniac, and I’m not even joking. I’m. not. even. joking! God made all these funny things, and funny people… Silly dad. Tell him to go build something.
~ I can’t imagine a chat room, because then I would never move my lazyass off the computer chair. It’s bad enough as it is. Yikes. xo
September 28th, 2005 16:05
Hey - I LOVE seeing you commenting Lorraine. Comment more - comment more!!! It makes me feel less guilty for commenting to your friends’ blog… I so don’t want to step on the toes of your friendship… but you were talking about hands, weren’t we?
Oh well, I want to talk feet…
I was recently thinking about Jesus’ act of washing the discpiles feet and what that must have looked like. Although is was probably more prevalent in that culture, you just don’t see men touching each other in that way today. I love the idea that Jesus would use his rough hands to gently wash the feet of his band of followers… I cannot imagine looking into his eyes as he did that… it’s really beautiful and overwhelming to think about.
As far as the chat room goes - wow - that would be incredibly dangerous for all of our lazy asses.
Now, I’m taking mine to go clean the house.
September 28th, 2005 16:35
Physically, Kelly. I have ME - you call it CFIDS in the States. It’s generally bad, but some days it’s baaad.
The mention of a chat room here is seriously scarey. I would *never* get any woik done!
Okay, I’m off to write a paragraph now. And then bed. Night night everyone.
September 28th, 2005 16:45
Ya leave for a few measly hours and SOOOO much happens that one can never catch up! This is precisely why, as a child, I always hated having to go take a shower. I KNEW something exciting would happen while I was away.
I know what Wonderbread is. In Guatemala and Spain, they didn’t have it, but they had Bimbo bread instead. So we got jokes out of that. I was never given the choice of eating Wonderbread, and don’t really like white bread that well anyway.
I’ll be back later with something Jesusy to say.
September 28th, 2005 17:43
Cath - Feet-washing is too intimate an act for me. Jean got me a pedicure certificate for my birthday and I still haven’t used it. Whenever we did feet-washing at church meetings, I always passed. I can’t imagine how I would have felt if Jesus wanted to do it. I would have stood by Peter and also said, “Uh-uh, no way.” I wonder if I would have offered the rest of my skin, like he did… Wow. xo
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David - Are you SURE not mentally?
I’m teasing you. I’m sorry you have CFIDS; I had to look it up; it must be frustrating to feel so debilitated. Yet, you’d have lots of time for writing. Kind of forces your hand, doesn’t it, unless you spend too much time chatting online with friends… What are you, six hours ahead of us? Four? I can’t remember. In either case, sleep tight, my friend! I hope you wake up feeling better tomorrow.
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Jenn - You should just carry your laptop with you wherever you go. That’s the only solution. Haha - I’m just laughing at the thought of you as a kid, not wanting to miss anything. TOTALLY have the picture. Yep. ~ BIMBO bread!!?? That’s classic! I wish WE had Bimbo bread!! My favorite sandwich, when I was little, was vienna sausage slices on Wonderbread. Oh, I’m salivating now. ~ I can’t wait to hear what you consider Jesusy, Jenn. I hope it’s a long joke involving nuns and penguins. xo
September 28th, 2005 21:33
Here is a link to several writings of Jesus physical appearance. Take them for what they are worth.
Descriptions of Jesus from secular writings
September 28th, 2005 22:51
I think I’ll post some of my thoughts of Jesus on my own blog. But probably not tonight. I have been thinking about this quite a bit since reading about some of Buddha’s miracles. I might have occasion to add a penguin and a nun into the mix.
September 28th, 2005 23:11
Admin - Veddy interesting link; I glanced through several of the descriptions and my conclusion is, tada!: It doesn’t matter. I think I got the picture I did to blast away any preconceived ideas I had of him, so that I can be free of them. Thank you - seriously - for looking up that site, Steve. It was interesting. I think there’s no real record of his appearance on purpose, don’t you?
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Jenn Phen - I hope you do. I want to hear them. Even if there are no penguins or nuns mentioned. I’ll get over it. Though you COULD throw a shoehorn in, just for effect. xo
September 28th, 2005 23:15
Hey Kell, no I didn’t get no grits, but i did get me some sweet pa-tater pie…mmmmm-mmmmm…good eatin’ and tastes pow’rful lot like YAMS. (I know, I know—I’m toooo much of a West coaster to fool anyone, but its fun to try!) Remind me to tell you the story about the charred parcel of spare ribs at my last big family gathering!! Priceless!! and totally Yam-worthy!!
September 28th, 2005 23:18
Rob - I’m sure it involves a toilet. Or at least potty-mouth. Goodness. Am I going to have to ban you from my pristine site?
No, I jest - please tell the charred parcel of ribs story. I’m reminding you to tell me tomorrow, kay? xo
September 28th, 2005 23:27
So now I’m a comment hogger, eh? you think I dont’ read through these comments?…that I just come her to satisfy my own gross verboseness???That I bathe in the attention that you would pay to this poor wretch of a nobody? I’ll never admit to it!! never…stomp stomp.. (alright, so I’m smiling……heehee)remember my wrath has strange manifestations…….don’t be surprised if you find a yam in your…well, you get the point….;-)
September 29th, 2005 04:22
Thank you, Kelly. I slept horribly, but I feel quite a lot better this morning. I need to get sensible about my energy expenditure again (details on my blog today). I’m five hours ahead of you, I think. It’s 9.20am as I’m typing this.
I knew your thoughts about Jesus reminded me of something last night, but I was too tired to remember what. Here it is: http://www.oursaviournyc.org/ .
This huge Byzantine style icon is behind the altar of the Church of Our Saviour in New York. Apparently this little picture doesn’t do justice to the incredible 30ft high icon, and I’m told Fr.Rutler got a really hard time for the “darkness” of the image.
September 29th, 2005 06:35
I love feet, too. So intimate, they reflect so much of their owner, the vulnerability of feet brings out such tenderness in me. Two of my favorite stories about Jesus are about his feet. The one where the woman washes them with her tears and dries them with her hair and the one where after he comes back to life the two Marys fall down before him and hold his feet. He recieves both of these outpourings of love with such grace. All this thinking about Jesus’ human side has made me so happy. Oh, of course he laughed. Do you think he would have been invited to so many parties if he was a dud? It was probably so normal no one thought to write it down. Besides, if we are made in God’s image then our humor relects his. I’ll bet his is way funnier though. Hope you all slept well, and Kelly, I’m saying a prayer for you as Van takes off.
September 29th, 2005 09:05
We’ve got this in Ohio:
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/OHMONjesus.html
It gives me chills, actually. I’ve never traveled up there to see it, and I’m thinking I don’t want to.
September 29th, 2005 09:43
Kelly! Oh my God! What is happening to your comment section? You do know you have created a monster, don’t you? Geez, Louise.
And I insist on hearing the skinny on the yam AND the rib.
September 29th, 2005 10:07
You are my hero, Kelly. 35 comments!
I’d fall over dead if I got 35 comments on my blog.
September 29th, 2005 10:40
Rob - Um, yes. But don’t think that makes me love you less. And please don’t threaten me with yams. It wounds my soul. xo
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Davydd - Hmm, I know you’re not Welsh (at least, I assume you’re not) but I think Welsh names look absolutely beautiful so I’m assigning you a new moniker. If you hate it, let me know, and I’ll call you Griffydd instead.
~ I’m glad you’re feeling better today. Thanks for the pic of Jesus, with his preturnaturally hugemongous eyes…
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Margi - And babies’ feet… Swoon. My favorite story is Mary washing Jesus’s feet with her hair and tears. He was so awesome to let people lavish love on him like that; especially women, at that time and in that culture. It makes me want to cry. ~ And laugh…
like Jesus did - I’m POSITIVE. How could he not? Everybody laughs, no matter who they are, and you’re right: the one who created humor is going to have the best sense of humor of us all. ~ Thank you for praying, M; I’ve been thinking about Van leaving, all morning. xo
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Chrissypie - That is the UGLIEST thing I’ve seen in a long time, and frankly: I’m more with the heathen tourists high-fiving the statue than I am with the 25% who feel it’s good for the town. Ridiculous.
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Twy - I think we all just need to go out to coffee once a week. Hey, I guess we kind of do, only every day! And everybody takes turns like good little girls and boys. And nobody hogs, except Robin. And everybody loves each other, amen.
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Cath - Oh, we’re all just a bunch of pathetic addicts. I think you should face it now, friend.
September 29th, 2005 11:35
Ah ha! But, Kelly, I am part taffy - so Davydd is fine by me. I’m Irish/Welsh/English, and my wife is English/Scottish/Anatolian. Televised rugby internationals make for interesting afternoons in our house.:)
September 29th, 2005 13:35
Kelly, I know your secret. You don’t post for over 24hrs so that all of us addicts have to keep commenting. I think it’s cheating!
September 29th, 2005 13:37
What the heck? The italics weren’t supposed to KEEP going. Only “have” was supposed to be in italics. Argh.
September 29th, 2005 14:40
Is this some kind of contest or something? Whoever comments the most times wins? Cause no one let me know and if a pocket Jeanie is the prize and I lose, there will be hell to pay!
September 29th, 2005 15:18
The answer is 42.
September 29th, 2005 15:33
There’s a contest for pocket Jeanie?! Wow, count me in!
September 29th, 2005 17:00
Did any of you NOTICE my response to Cathy? We’re unashamed, I guess, we addicts… Honestly, I don’t have time to post, answering all these comments, and frankly, I’m afraid to.
Davydd, you’re right. The answer is 42. However, Jenn wins the pocket Jeanie, who hasn’t been commenting, smart girl… (I love you all and don’t you DARE stop yakking it up here. I’m even willing to send you money and/or hand-crocheted dishcloths to keep it up.) xoxo
September 29th, 2005 17:01
Oh dear, I just reread Twyla’s threat and I have to rescind on the pocket Jeanie, Jenn. You can duke it out when you go for dinner this week (tonight is it?) xoxo