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Nothing But the Tooth

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*Sigh*  Well, I tried, in my ham-fisted way, to reattach the lost crown. But it has these two little posts in it and I just couldn’t find the holes they’re supposed to fit into, so it’s off to the dentist tomorrow or the next day. Please pray they can simply glue it back without a fuss. They did it once before, with a different tooth. This crown is in better shape than that one was, so maybe they can. Amen!

Funny, isn’t it, how these things always happen on a Sunday or Christmas (yeah, I spent one Christmas morning at the dentist’s)?

Again, *sigh*.


Waiting for the Climax

(P.S.–Welcome back, Linda: first good news of the day.)

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I’ve been working very hard on The Temptation, racing against the calendar to try to finish it before the weather grows too cold to work outside anymore and I have to somehow write indoors where the phone always rings.

I have this odd sense, now, of drawing toward the climax at a high rate of speed but having no idea of what that climax will turn out to be. My experience has been that God will give it to me in a flash when I’m not expecting it. It’s really cool when that happens, although it tries my nerve to wait for it. Maybe it’s a test of faith.

Now that another big chunk of my time is to be taken away from me and given to the dentist, I suppose I ought to try to work on Sunday. I’d rather not. Some rest would be nice. Ah, well… Guide me, O Lord. Please.

 


Lord, Give Me Strength…

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It’s like everywhere I turn, there’s a waiting room with my name on it. Eye doctor. Blood pressure doctor. Vet. Run to the nursing home. Run to the pharmacy.

And now it’s gonna be the dentist, too.

As I was eating breakfast today, one of the expensive and formidably time-consuming crowns fell off one of my molars. This will entail several trips to the dentist and many hours in the waiting room, exposed to daytime TV.

I don’t know how I’m ever going to finish my book. I really don’t.


A Sneaky and Dishonest Trick of Argument

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I don’t seem to have many blog visitors today (where did everybody go?), so permit me to vent about something that’s not as uncommon as it may at first appear.

I was reading a rather long and technical theological article today, almost nodding off, when a chance phrase caught my eye: something about “the tyrannical American republic” getting flogged by hurricanes because we’re, y’know, just so bad. By this logic, little islands like Barbuda and Anguilla must be even badder.

This had very little to do with the subject under discussion. It was just slipped under the door, as if the reader might not notice. Nor was it embellished by anything like a reason for it. The author didn’t mention whatever made him conclude that our republic is “tyrannical.” No, no elaboration. It was just slipped into this long and convoluted article as if it were an established fact that no one could dispute.

If the letter slid under the door is not an analogy that appeals to you, let me liken it to introducing a chocolate-covered ball of cat hair into a one-pound bag of M&Ms.

I’m sure there’s a formal name for this technique, in the study of logic, but I don’t happen to know it. All I know is, it stinks and I don’t like it. It tells me that the author of the article has no respect for his audience. I resent him taking my agreement as a given.

Just had to vent. I hope you didn’t mind too much.


The Peep Report

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We got the results of Peep’s blood work today, and were very happy to hear the doctors found no problems that would have to be addressed. She does have a ding of some kind on her shoulder, but maybe special shampoo will make it go away. And she has a little arthritis in her lower back. Other than that, tickety-boo!

She carried on in the car like crazy, and hissed and growled at the doctor. By now she’s back to normal. Thank you, Lord.


Comforting the Comfortless

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I have tried to comfort and minister to a lesbian who showed up on my “Playground Player” chess site (http://www.chessgames.com) and claimed that she and her girlfriend were kicked out of a church when they asked for help in learning how to “pray christian.” I believed her then; I’m not so sure now. Anyway, I tried to comfort her, telling her that God wants to hear her prayers and the church was wrong in what it did. I tried to encourage her to look elsewhere.

But I could not give her the one thing she wanted–for me to “affirm” and “celebrate” what she is doing in her life. I tried to have a dialogue with her, but the only thing she wanted to hear was “Wow! You are so right, and I agree with you 100 per cent!”

Because I could not give her that, she turned to name-calling and false accusations, trying to paint me out as a drug addict “not fit for society.” Feel the love, baby. Oh–and the Las Vegas shooter did it because he’s a “christian” and “all christians are hypocrites.”

All right. Jesus warned us that we would be hated and falsely accused for His sake. But it’s not much fun.

I forgive this person the hateful and false accusations she threw at me, and now I have to decide whether to ban her from my page. Not much point having her there, if that’s all she’s going to do.

What I really don’t understand is why she desires my approval and is so enraged when she doesn’t get it. Why should she care? This is 2017, and she has the approval of the whole world’s power class, and multitudes more besides. Why should she feel the need for mine?

I can’t help thinking that she would still be unhappy, still be angry, as long as there was anyone, anywhere, who didn’t submit to her personal and political agenda.

It’s too bad. I can only pray: “Lord, give me an understanding heart, whether I really want it or not: because that is righteous, and you are righteous… and I am yours. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”


Urgent Prayer Request: My Brother-in-Law

My brother-in-law, Ray, my wife’s last living blood relative, is in a very bad way with his dementia, and there doesn’t seem to be much medical science can do to help, other than pump him full of assorted medications to keep him calm. Again, I’m not free to give many details. But he really does need our prayers.

O Lord our God, a God who delights in mercy, in Jesus’ name, have mercy on my brother-in-law and deliver him out of his trouble: because you are the only one who is able to do it. We have recourse to you in prayer: In Jesus’ name, Amen.


Back from the Vet’s

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Now Peep is going to see my as Darth Vader for the rest of the month, because I took her to the vet this morning.

Thank you for your prayers: there’s nothing much wrong with her. Touch of arthritis. A bit of overgrooming. And this patch of something on her side, which the vet thought might be ringworm: but it doesn’t seem to bother her much.

Ah, but the fifteen-minute ride to get there! You’d think we had a swarm of scorpions in the carrier with her. Now that she’s home, she growls at me. *sigh*


My Chapters Are Done!

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I worked my brains out today, doing over those chapters that the blasted computer devoured yesterday, and they’re all done, emailed to my editor, and printed out on paper, too. Calloo, callay.

Not that The Temptation is finished. There are still more chapters to go, and the Lord has not yet shown me how the story ends.

Meanwhile, some animal called a “shabarak” has entered the story and I don’t yet know what kind of beast it is. I’m leaning toward a Macrauchenia (pictured above). I’ve always been partial to it. It used to live in South America.

Mr. Blog is awful slow today. I hope a cat video later on can pep it up.

Crikey, am I tired!


‘Revive Us Again’ (Please!)

Please bear with my hymn selection–Nathan (auto-harp) and Lyle (guitar) from Denton County, Texas, performing a classic 19th-century hymn, Revive Us Again. I will have to work two or three times as hard as usual this week, just to catch up, and I need reviving.

Tomorrow morning I’ll be late because I have to take Robbie’s sister, Peep, to the vet… for I don’t know what. I pray it turns out to be nothing. Peep is Patty’s little shadow who follows her everywhere she goes.


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