Let it Snow
In High School, I lOVED getting birthday wishes from classmates and was thrilled that I wasn’t one of those summer birth children to be pitied. Still, my birthday landed on a weekend and I missed out on copious amounts of affection. BUT, as a senior, my birthday was finally on a school day again. UNTIL, an April 1 snowstorm canceled school (what?). HOWEVER, I’m not in school anymore so it can snow all day long tomorrow as far as I care. Also, REGARDLESS of the weather, there is a decent chance that I will get messages over the INTERNET. Thank you Mr. Zuckerberg, International Business Machine and Mr. Gore for making this all possible!
UPDATE: The snowstorm that day actually has it’s own Wikipedia entry. Kind of ridiculous if you ask me.
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.