It’s part of the routine, now, Éa. I haven’t missed a wibble wibble in a week!
— me
The Peters gave us a bound copy of Stories of the Supernatural today. And we chased Santa down on Hickory Drive, having come home too late from the Peters’ house to see him from our stoop. And we ate at Olive Garden. And I focused at work! And I (mostly) stayed God’s. And Sullivan got sad about Ponyboy and wanted to take better care of his next fish; he wants to breed gobies. And Éa was upset by Sullivan’s gift of a plastic bow and arrow to her.
I am grateful to and for the entrepreneurs who started the Sweet Tomatoes salad bar restaurant chain. It’s a salad bar unlike any other I’ve seen, with as many choices in lettuce as some salad bars have in toppings! The cross section of humanity you see there ran the range tonight from white health nuts to overweight, clearly transvestite Hispanics. That, combined with the memory of talking the problem of evil with Brandon at the Sweet Tomatoes in Orlando, makes going there an acutely human experience for me.
I am also grateful for Scott Buchanan having reduced the logical problem of evil for me: Having faith that God has a morally sufficient reason for the evil that exists in the world, whether I understand that reason or not. Isn’t that the point of Job?
I’m also grateful that I’ve started to take the compassion that arose in me last Thursday evening in dealing with Carol out of its atheistic, fatalistic case and spread it out on my theistic, hopeful table. I started to feel it when interacting with the good ol’ boys at Smyrna Truck & Cargo today. Thank You.