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Comment on The Dilemma of Religious Studies by Revelations at Publix | Subway Prophet

Revelations at Publix | Subway Prophet — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:21:21 +0000

[...] she asked me where I went to school. When I told her Duke Divinity School I saw that familiar “oh-you-go-to Divinity-school” look which is by now so familiar. And then came the question: “So, in twenty-five words or [...]

Comment on At One with the Earth by Blake

Blake — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 07:33:21 +0000

Once upon a time a man was charged to water indoor plants, but the AC broke 6 weeks in so it was humid and 90 inside the house for weeks while hosts played across the globe. Instructed to water half a cup to each plant once a week didn’t sound so hard to the man. And so the man followed his orders, every Friday adding the half cup. But alas, the plants died. He felt bad for 10 seconds before realizing he did everything he was told to do, and from that week on he watched them die, and shrugged every week henceforth. And so the man lived happily every after!

Comment on List of Characters by annamasi

annamasi — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 02:20:14 +0000

Thanks!

Comment on List of Characters by Blake

Blake — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 01:28:28 +0000

I love this idea.

Comment on In the Beginning by annamasi

annamasi — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 17:26:34 +0000

Ha! Marcus, that was fantastic. Thank you for “blogging on my blog.” I enjoyed it.

Comment on In the Beginning by Marcus Walton

Marcus Walton — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 16:02:30 +0000

: ) This is wonderful. I’m so glad that someone else can share the Nashville, TN Cicada Experience with me! It is quite the phenomenon. To perhaps clarify for those interested: in 1998, the summer after my seventh grade year, the parent of the cicada that latched onto Anna Masi burrowed down several feet into the ground, laid an egg, and died. Since that time (13 years) that egg has gestated. After 13 years of slow, hard work, what emerged this summer would you think be full of beauty, power, and grace, a crowning achievement of God’s Creative Providence, Evolution, what have you, etc. The creature that plagued Anna was, instead, quite ugly, obnoxiously loud, utterly stupid, and completely uncoordinated. Whats more, emerging from its hole, it immediately casts off its hibernation exoskeleton, leaving the debris of hollow corpse-like shells all over Nashville. And in large groups their buzz (which sounds a lot like when there’s a misconnected wire in a loudspeaker system) is unbearable. When I was recently in Nashville, a guy who owned a generic cell-phone charger store (weird setup) offered to sell me a bag of a hundred dead cicadas cheap, but I didn’t have the cash : ( I totally would have bought them. My mom said about them, “Well, I’m sure God has some useful purpose for them being around.” On one level, I admire her faith, which is relatively strong considering how much she hates cicadas (One day she exclaimed in disgust, “I tried to kill one and it screamed like a baby! It was horrible!”). One would think she’d be sure they were hell-sent. But I like to think that God is just as much an appreciator of the absurd and the weird as we are. And with the cicadas, God gloriously out-weirds us all. Sorry that I just blogged on your blog, Anna. . .

Comment on My Mother’s Most Notable Quotables by Heather Kettler

Heather Kettler — Tue, 10 May 2011 05:00:01 +0000

This was hilarious!

Comment on My Mother’s Most Notable Quotables by cathy masi

cathy masi — Mon, 09 May 2011 11:18:33 +0000

Thank you sweetheart for this lovely tribute. Although it hasn’t done a thing to repair my reputation, I thank God every minute you didn’t share the story of how I went into Outback with the toilet paper hanging out of the back of pants. Another shining moment. I still love you!

Comment on World Without End by echthrophiliac

echthrophiliac — Mon, 09 May 2011 02:20:57 +0000

very engaging story of friendship. thanks for sharing

Comment on World Without End by Blake Tipton

Blake Tipton — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 20:58:37 +0000

Very well written. My own journey came from a place that wouldn’t admit feelings as the essence of Christianity so I had a hard time finding a place when I tried joining the Church. I also had a few good friends who helped guide me through such conversations. Very beautiful story Anna.