The halcyon weather in San Diego is a misleading illusion that is all is right in the world.
Ever wonder why Matthew claims Jesus “fulfills” so many OT Scriptures that weren’t predictions in the first place? reknew.org/2008/01/h…
Taking the trash out to “Fanfare for the Common Man.”
“I have misgivings about doing anything, because it means I’m not doing everything else.”
— Scott, in the middle of preparing stuff for bulk trash pick-up
RE: bin Laden’s death: If God doesn’t take any pleasure in the death of the wicked, neither then shall I.
Is it odd to anyone else that Easter as a secular holiday even exists? What exactly are people celebrating? Confectioners?
“DUCKS!! Hey you, take a picture of the ducks!”
— Sullivan, to one of the photographers during a photoshoot at a public park for Abe & Nina’s wedding
“The mama butterflies will come and bring their babies to stick them into my ear to eat pollen so they can turn into a flower with wings so they can fly!”
— Sullivan’s interpretation of earwax
Sports bars excepted, no eatery ought to have televisions in it.
I daresay all Christians must at least consider singleness for the sake of God’s kingdom (Matthew 19:10-12).
One element of the culture during my year at the Honor Academy I could’ve done without: archive.nytimes.com/schott.bl…
“No, Sullivan, we’re not going to feed Éa a mouse.”
— Scott, context forgotten
I can’t take a nap, Dad. I’m allergic to naps.
— Sullivan
Meet “Muffler,” a robot Sullivan painted on our living room wall (with Mommy’s permission).
Hear, hear!: “I judge all things only by the price they shall gain in eternity” (John Wesley via @JohnPiper).
“I need to bring the flashlight outside… because there are some dark spots.”
— Sullivan, getting ready to go to Spring Creek Park during daylight hours
Annihilation, not eternal conscious torment (AKA hell), is the alternative to eternal life that Scripture describes: reknew.org/2008/01/a…
Some days I wish I’d abandoned all pretense of a desire for “practicality” in a career and just studied Theology.
Scott: What did you say? I’m sure it was something very important and full of insight.
Carla: I think I just ate some soapy paint-water.
Among personality tests (e.g., Myers-Briggs, DiSC), I find the Enneagram the most useful. Take a quick test at www.truity.com/test/enne…
“Do it, queue it, (shoo it,) or screw it” makes for a good schema of impulse management.
Sullivan (sheet music in hand): Mama, can you read this?
Carla: No, honey, it’s music. It’s not words.
Sullivan: Oh, well, can you sing it?
Carla: No, it’s piano music.
Sullivan: Well, WE have pirnano!
Carla: But I don’t know how to play the piano.
Sullivan: I know how to play the pirnano: You just press the keys! That’s how you do it!
“I feel the sound of the solar panels inject’ning light into our house.”
— Sullivan, out of the blue
Hey, no meta-chuckles.
— Scott to Carla
“And if her fingernails freeze, they will explode and float all over in the wind of the cold morning.”
— Sullivan, after Carla told him we were pulling over while driving so that she could cover Éa’s fingers because they were cold