For the record. Someone, from Colorado Springs, using language strikingly, remarkably similar to this guy, has left more — how to call them? — comments linking, rather significantly, to this post (scroll to very end). It might be helpful for this fellow to receive a visit from a friend.
Anyway, just to say, that’s just so boring. Blech. This is the kind of thing — people showing their worst — for which I have no fear, come what may. You’ll simply not get my interest by merely telling me what was vomited up by mankind all over Jesus while He hung on the cross. No, no.
You will get my interest, however, by telling me about the goodness and kindness of Jesus, who loved us while we were yet sinners, so as to transform us, and bring us to life. That’s something in which to rejoice. Come Holy Spirit !
If you want to know what I do fear, it’s my attempting to say something about the Immaculate Conception in Genesis 3,15 at the Marie-Joseph Lagrange Biblical Conference.
Meanwhile, I haven’t anything written. There are non-stop distractions. For instance, I just blew out a tire — quite the explosion really — on a jagged rock on Holy Souls Mountain. What a fright. That took up much of yesterday, and will take up most of the day today. I think the checking account will allow me to buy one tire, perhaps two, depending. In saying that, I’m not soliciting donations. I would never do that!
Meanwhile, say a prayer for the marchers arriving for the march for life in Washington, D.C. When a baby in the womb is considered to be the greatest enemy of the nation, no one is beyond the reach of violence.