Come Go With Me
Dear Feedreader,
I’ve made a number of changes to my site, which are undetectable in a feed.
I’ve also added weather patterns, random quotes, poems and videos and cleaned up a great many things in general. Finally, I’ve added Amazon picture/price links to the book reviews. An unfortunate casualty of these updates is that the book pictures will no longer show up in your feed (unless there is a fix). If you’re afraid of judging the books by their covers, you might welcome this change.
That is all for now. Please know that I greatly appreciate whatever time you spend at this blog and am wide open to whatever feedback you might have in terms of improvement. You are an object of great affection, warmth and care. It is my sincere hope that whatever time you spend here is worthwhile.
Take care,
Mark
Category: Musings
His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.