Sometime recently, I managed to forget who I am.
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Sometime recently, I managed to forget who I am. […] No two people are exactly the same. […] We are all slaves. Slavery is, apparently, essential to the way we work. We must be enslaved to something: we must obey something. Something must be our driving force and end goal. We must have something to adhere to, to follow, to be our identity and our touchstone. We must belong to something. […] I haven’t written much lately, because I haven’t had much to say. The reason I haven’t had much to say isn’t that not much has happened, but rather, too much. […] It’s easy to stand on a mountaintop and praise God. Not that there aren’t people who, upon reaching a mountaintop, decide to praise themselves instead. […] I found a neat book today. It was called How to Build a Fire: and Other Handy Things Your Grandfather Knew. […] I like tea. Hot tea. Which puts me in the minority as an American. My friends like to tease me about it, because I’m picky. I don’t hardly drink it unless I make it myself, because it’s not good tea. It’s usually a brand I don’t like, and it’s not brewed correctly. You could assume […] Christopher Hitchens was afraid to die. Not of being dead, or maybe he was and I don’t know it, but Doug Wilson at Christianity Today shared something interesting when he wrote about Hitchens last week. Wilson’s article is full of respect for Hitchens, and says some important things about the relationship between Christians and atheists. […] |
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