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We embrace on the shore
I think there’s sand in my pants
And I’m into it
Summer Love (Part 2)
“Can you do my back?”
Yes, even with all the hair
I still sunburn there
Things that Go Bump in the Day
More daylight means more
Reverse vampires. Ward off with
Gold stakes and cumin.
Channel up, baseball
Channel down, baseball again
When does football start?
“Hey, it’s raining outside!”
“Glad it’s not raining inside!”
(Cue awkward silence)
Dear Polar Vortex
80 in July
I’ll take, but you still owe me
December through March
Gather ye round
And grab yourself a burger
Who wants Soylent Green?
It’s been nearly six years since I met Jason Garber. It was a Thursday evening in September at an event designed to connect congregants with our church. He came up to me and introduced himself–he had emailed a few days earlier about this event we held in bars periodically called “Christianity Uncorked,” which featured a talk and Q&A about faith. He mentioned to me that he was not a Christian but was interested in exploring the faith. For a newbie professional Christian working in outreach, this was who my boss and I had hoped to meet: intelligent, curious-yet-skeptical, and friendly people outside the faith. Jason was like a unicorn.*
He was unique all right–Jason was one of the most brilliant people I’d ever met and his questions about Christianity’s claims in particular, and God in general, were sometimes so complicated and well thought out that my boss and I would hope that he wouldn’t ask them at Christianity Uncorked. A relentless pursuer and defender of truth, Jason required everyone to rise to his standard of intellectual curiosity and rigor if you wanted to engage with him. When he told us a year or so later that he was a Christian, we were speechless and grateful to be able to call him a “brother.” Continue reading
This is the next installment of The Growing Season by Stephanie Phillips. For the previous entries, click here.
Jack and I sent Kennedy and Abby ahead while we waited for our coats to be retrieved, then met everyone outside. The shivering trio were recapping Cara’s speech and high-fiving each other when we caught up to them standing a little ways down the street. I was relieved to see Cara grinning just was widely as the others at the brand of vigilante justice she had just delivered.
“I guarantee you no woman has ever talked to him like that,” Kennedy announced. “Did you see the shock on his face? His inbred brain couldn’t even come up with a response!”
Jack spoke up. “Well done,” he said to Cara. “I wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of that.”
She shrugged. “I don’t even know where it came from. It’s not like a prepared a speech or anything. The words just came tumbling out.” In her excitement, she seemed to be overlooking the fact that Jack was unsurprised at the scene she had just made. I hoped she wouldn’t ask me later how much he knew, although I had a feeling she would figure out on her own that I had filled him in.
Well, it’s a thing. And apparently it’s not healthy.