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69 year old wants to be 40, Christians, and Pedophilia
By Jesse Sumpter You can’t make this stuff up. A 69 year old Dutch man, named Emile Ratelband, has decided he wants to identify as a 40 year old. He has even asked a court in his hometown to make it legal and change his birth certificate to say he was born on March...
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Idaho Conservative Voting Guide Nov. 2018
Managing Editor: This voter guide was created by Daniel Foucachon. Here is his website. CrossPolitic's interview with Bill Goesling can be found here. They also discuss Proposition 1 and Proposition 2. Preface Our opinion is that principles should come before party....
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God, Kavanaugh, and the Twitter Storm
By Jesse Sumpter A lot of people turned off Twitter and Facebook when the Kavanaugh hearings were going last Thursday. It was just too much for them to handle. People on social media were threatening each other. Death threats were tossed around like emojis. I’m sure...
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Styles of Humor in Paul and Jesus
“The conclusion of the matter is that Paul, like so many other biblical writers, uses hard, satiric language. He differs from the Lord Jesus in that the Lord’s jibes were frequently very ‘laugh out loud’ funny.” –[amazon_textlink asin='1591280109' text='A Serrated...
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A New Samson
by Justin Hatcher
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Thoughts on Biblical Satire
“When Jesus looked on the rich, young ruler and loved him, it is very easy to say that we should be loving as He was. When preachers make such applications, no one thinks anything of it. But when Jesus looked on the rich, old rulers and insulted them, why do we tend...
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Peace and Quiet
1 Tim. 2:1-3 Peace and quiet. Surprising goals. Not adventure? Not intensity? But God-like? Dignified? It is the God that made the sun —hot enough to melt and burn— perfectly consistent. Always right on time. The God who stretched the giraffe and gave the monkey a...
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The Scars of God’s Hands
My soul clung to the dust, now dust clings to my soul. Your life-breath, once blown up the nose of my father, once exhaled in fruit-statutes, once blown across the dry bones until they could get up and dance; breathe life on me. Speak again the six stanzas that climb...
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Old Man at the Blueberry Bushes
Blueberry bushes brush bungling hands. Hands heavy with age —quivering unhelpfully— gather taste gushing gems of tang. No rot. No root-break. The ripped branches are simply savaged off by shaking old hands. Hands tired of being bound- back for decades. Held mute by...
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