Visit The Old Kyriosity Shop


This page is powered by Blogger.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004 AD
That Name Trends Site Is Goofy
It's fun for statistics, but it's worthless for name meanings. It gives three different definitions for three variants of the same name:

Rebecca -- servant of God
Rebekkah -- to tie or bind
Rebekah -- bound

It's the same name, fer cryin' out loud!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/29/2004 05:45:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Y'know, caffeine doesn't do a thing for me in terms of keeping me awake. I've been through the majority of a two-liter bottle of soda today and would crawl into bed and sleep right now if I could. But I think it may affect my mood (or maybe even effect my affect!) more that I realized, because I am anxious enough that I would crawl into bed and hide right now if I could!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/29/2004 03:01:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Better Living Through Chemistry
I don't know if it's allergies or the change in weather or what, but I've had a sinus headache three days running -- the kind that makes you feel like you're going to toss your cookies. ("And you know my headaches are always worse than anyone else's.") The only thing that works on these headaches is my patented sinus drug cocktail: a combination of acetaminophen, pseudoephedrine, and caffeine. I'm on the Giant brand version of Tylenol and the CVS brand version of Sudafed, but only jen-yoo-wine Diet Dr Pepper will do. I have my standards, after all.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/29/2004 11:11:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

I Could Have Sworn I Saw This Sign on the Way to The Sproul Compound

Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/29/2004 09:57:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Tuesday, September 28, 2004 AD
Someone I Know Drowned Last Week
I didn't know Vance (link requires login) well. In fact, it took me half a day to pull his picture out of the recesses of my mind. His wife I remember a little better (though this was the first I'd heard that they'd gotten married) as she took over the CCF newsletter after I stopped attending several years ago. I'm sure there were a number of people on the Outer Banks trip that I did know, though -- the same crowd has been going year after year. (And, contrary to the Sun article, it's not a retreat, it's just a social event.)

Someone I know died. And tragically: young, healthy guy with a beautiful new wife. Even though Vance's death will make no impact on my day-to-day life, it's still unsettled me for the past 24 hours. Not in the sense that I'm Thinking Deep Thoughts About Life and Death -- I'm not -- just in the sense of shock and grief, however muted by the distance of our acquaintance.

For years, whenever I talk to my mom (who is now 75), her end of the conversation has as often as not included a litany of who's dying and who's dead among her acquaintances. I never know who any of these people are, so it used to annoy me to listen to her. But I've learned to be glad for her to tell me, because I know she needs to talk about it. Vance's death makes me realize why: You never get over it. You never get used to it. It's always a shock and a sadness. And for someone my mother's age, it buffets with relentless frequency.

Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much....
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/28/2004 06:25:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Monday, September 27, 2004 AD
Very Fun Site
How trendy is your name? I do wish they would have done it with combined variants, though. (Link from Lois.)

I decided to make a chart of the #1 names:

Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/27/2004 02:32:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Pop Quiz on Carpentry Skills!
You need to hammer a 1/4"-thick piece of wood to a 2"-thick piece of wood. What is the maximum length nail you should use?
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/27/2004 01:39:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

'Mom of Constant Laundry'
I post this link especially for Karen A. pursuant to yesterday's conversation about laundry. Tell Jeff I expect him to learn to play it so we can sing it next time there's a gathering at your house. I think it would go great between "Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken" and "Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Wretched," don't you?

(P.S. Sora is Grant Colvin's sister-in-law.)
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/27/2004 01:08:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Friday, September 24, 2004 AD
Commenting System Features I Have Known and Hated
I am not a linear person. I don't do just one thing at a time. As a result, the following scenario has happened countless times over the years I've roamed the blogosphere: I'm writing a comment in Sensus Plenior on one blog. I pause in the midst of it and go surfing elsewhere. I open up another blog. I click on a Sensus Plenior comment link in that blog. (Or I read another entry in the same blog and click on another comment link.) SP opens up the comments in the window I've been typing in. I lose half an hour's thought.

Then there are commenting systems that demand a properly formatted e-mail address, and woe betide you if you forget that. I will never, ever, ever post a correctly formatted real e-mail address on a blog comment. You will get either valerie [at] kyriosity [dot] com or notmyname@notmydomain.com. So why hassle me, and cause me to lose countless comments, by demanding a properly formatted address when it's going to net you less accurate information than if I'd been able to post my real address safely?
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/24/2004 04:05:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

'I Am of Paul.' 'I Am of Apollos.'
Most folks who talk about this passage apply it to contemporary denominationalism, calling it a Bad Thing. I'm not sure the analogy is quite right. There are significant and non-ignorable doctrinal differences amongst many denominations, whereas I can't think of any evidence that Paul, Apollos, Cephas and Jesus disagreed on doctrinal issues. Even Paul's chewing-out of Peter over the issue of eating with Gentiles wasn't really a docrinal matter, but an issue of practice.

My guess is that the issue in Corinth wasn't a real doctrinal difference but either a) an imagined doctrinal difference, in which the Corinthians were fabricating conflict by pitting non-contradictory teachings against one another, of b) a "cult of personality" problem.

Anybody know anything more about this than I do?
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/24/2004 03:02:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Thursday, September 23, 2004 AD
Creamy or Chunky?
One of the low-carb products I've found that I like reasonably well is Skippy Carb Options Peanut Spread. Only I made the mistake of picking up the chunky version this time. Chunky's fine on a sandwich with jelly, but when I'm eating it straight from the jar, I want creamy.


Recent conversation with a Person Who Shall Not Be Named:

PWSNBN: Oh! You're on Atkins?

Me: Yeah.

PWSNBN: How's that going for you?

Me: Lousy.

PWSNBN: The thing with Atkins is you've got to spend a lot of money -- buy extravaggant things like paté.

Me: I thought I was being extavaggant buying all-beef hot dogs.


Actually, "lousy" may not have been fair. It's going slowly. In about two months I've lost 20 pounds. (I was going to wait 'til it was 25 to announce anything, but I got impatient.) That's 13 in the first two weeks and up and down and up and down and up and down on the next seven. If I'm only going to lose an average of a pound a week, this is going to be looooooong diet.

The great news, though, is that I'm having less trouble sticking with it than with any diet I've done in the past. I'm also feeling generally better since I started it. I take Sundays off from dieting as a feast day, which may be slowing down progress, but it's keeping me sane. If I'm craving something taboo, I can tell myself that I can wait 'til Sunday. And usually I can, so cheating's been at a minimum.


P.S. Cindy R. -- There's no need to hate me yet. I'm probably still fatter than you! ;-)
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/23/2004 07:17:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Tuesday, September 21, 2004 AD
'Pots and Vats'
Among my possessions is a tiny Revere Ware copper-bottom pot that holds about a cup. It's useful for things like melting small amounts of butter. That's about the size of pot I am.

There's a grocery store that I stop by on occasion, but on almost every trip, something sets me off -- some stupidity in service or the like. So when I go there, if I remember, I pray my way through the store...through everything I'm looking for and might not find, through every clerk, etc. Yesterday I made it through with only one mutterance, and that didn't have any cuss words in it. Such a pathetic thing to look upon as a victory, yet I thanked God for it very much.

If someone told me that my temper would be under control if only I would gouge out my eye or cut off my arm, I seriously think I'd do it. But dying to self, though much more drastic, is much less decisive, so the problem doesn't go away so quickly or simply.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/21/2004 08:23:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Infant Mortality and Life Expectancy
Doug Wilson's latest got me to wondering what life expectancy would be if we factored in abortion. To be fair, we'd have to factor in natural miscarriages, too, both now and in days of yore. I wonder, though if that would put a serious dent in life expectancy numbers, or maybe even make them worse than they were a hundred years ago.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/21/2004 08:08:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

What Were You Doing at Half Past Midnight?
I had just woken up and realized that I absolutely had to go sleep in the other bed. My mom had bought the single mattress for the guest room, and since she's typically the only guest, she'd bought one to suit her comfort. Hint: she's from the Granite State.

So I gathered up my pillows and sleepily staggered out the door to the hallway...where a full length mirror was proped against the wall...and my armful of pillows caught the edge of the mirror. CRASH! Oh well, one less thing to decide what to do with. Fortunately it was just a cheap thing, and already cracked. And fortunately most of the glass stuck to the backing it was glued to, so I was able to get it into a box without too much trouble.

And I did sleep much more comfortably in the other bed!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/21/2004 02:29:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Monday, September 20, 2004 AD
Curious About That Mysterious Red X?
Best leave well enough alone!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/20/2004 01:49:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Guess What I Finished Crocheting Yesterday!

After three attempts, I decided I'd have to give up on socks for now. It honestly didn't occur to me that I wouldn't be able to just open the book and follow the directions, but I can't! I'll need to wait to find a crochet coach or get a better reference. The starting stitches are completely incomprehensible to me. Feel better, Eleanor? ;-)

What I finished was Kelly's black snood...for about the fourth time! I had thought I'd finished it back last winter, and even sent it to her, but I made her send it back when I'd learned more from trial-and-error about how to make them. Then I finished it again a few weeks ago, but when I gave it a trial run by wearing it two Sundays ago, I realized it still wasn't quite right. Happily, I was able to find the end of the thread this time, and didn't have to cut it. Then I just about had it finished a third time yesterday when I realized I was going to run out of thread, and didn't want to have to add another piece. So I tore out a bunch again, redid the last couple couple rounds more economically, and ended up with about eighteen inches of thread to spare.

I also finally finished a sewing/embroidery project. My mom had made me a pink blouse with a V-neck that tended to slip just a little too low for comfort, so I asked her to make me a little fill-in triangle in white, which she did months ago. I finally sewed it in yesterday (by hand...it would have taken me that long just to figure out the bobbin on my sewing machine) and embroidered it to match the pink and white embroidery on the rest of the blouse.

The blouse still drives me a bit batty, though. My mom has made two other blouses for me out of this "linen-look" fabric and they've been wonderful -- the look of linen without the labor! This one, however, I pressed to within an inch of its life this morning and it's already looking like I slept in it. What, I ask you, is the point of linen-look if it, well, looks like linen?

And most happily, I was a lean, mean sorting machine this weekend! (OK, the "lean" part isn't true.) I got through six or eight boxes of junk, including four large plastic bins. I was finally "in the zone" and tearing through the work with vigor. If anybody's been praying for diligence for me regarding my moving efforts, keep it up! It's working! And the vast majority of stuff continues to land in the trash or the stack of get-rid-of boxes.

I've also managed one of those near-impossibilites this week -- keeping on top of the dishes. I know it's pathetic for a person who lives alone to be so often defeated by such a chore, but I do struggle with it, so I'm grateful to be having some success with it.

If it were not for the fact that I can't access several of my e-mail accounts at work, I'd forget about reassembling my computer altogether. Maybe I've gotten a good enough taste of offline life to keep me unplugged a little more often, though.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/20/2004 01:06:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Saturday, September 18, 2004 AD
Still Sans Computer
Maybe this weekend I'll do all the work I thought I was going to get done last weekend but didn't. Of course it would help if I went home and got some sleep first!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/18/2004 03:43:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Meet the Stewarts
Here's a picture of me with Stewarts great and small at our meeting in August. And check out the rest of the Kate photos in that album, too!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/18/2004 02:21:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Friday, September 17, 2004 AD
Libertarian Folk Songs
Too funny. Samantha writes huge conglomerate blog posts -- the pertinent bit is fifth of the six topics in the link. Konkadoo contributed the first lyrics. A band name is needed.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/17/2004 04:01:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Wednesday, September 15, 2004 AD
Another Corollary to the Nancy Rule
Do not attempt to sort through a fat folder of letters late at night...especially letters from a particularly difficult period of your life. You will 1) end up a blubbering mess, and b) not be able to throw a single one away! Fortunately, I did get through the rest of the box of files other than that particular folder, and the vast majority of it ended up in the trash.

It's probably a good thing my computer's defunct, or I'd have run downstairs half a dozen times to share some of the keepers I found: two of my all-time favorite greeting cards (Outside, with picture of two particularly nerdy folks: "Happy birthday from the two most fun people you know." Inside: "Kind of makes you want to broaden your social circle, doesn't it?"; Outside: "My job is like an alligator with its jaws wired shut." Inside: "It sucks swamp water."), a favorite Kate baby picture, a letter from Kate's parents inviting me to live with them after I came home from Yellowstone, English papers with fun comments from the professor ("It's nice to read a paper I can critique for content rather than mechanics."), my complete college transcript, etc., etc.

Despite having to call it quits because of the letters, I was happy to have accomplished something for the evening. Progress is good!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/15/2004 01:04:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Tuesday, September 14, 2004 AD
E-Mail Exchange with a Party Who Shall Not Be Named

PWSNBN: Oh well. I made her laugh. I can consider that my good deed for the day, can I not?

Valerie: Absolutely. From here on out, you're free to act like a total witch!

PWSNBN: Oh, what a relief! I can hardly wait to get started!!!

(Yes, this is a cheater post. I started a serious one earlier today but it veered off on a tangent -- now there's a shocker -- and got rather large, so I'm not sure if I'll post it or not.)
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/14/2004 04:52:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Monday, September 13, 2004 AD
Dead 'Puter
I spent a good bit of Saturday building my new computer, and then when Mike (hubby of the BadgerMum) called to talk me through the final steps, we discovered that the thing just wouldn't work. Mike thinks the motherboard is bad. I attempted yesterday to try the old motherboard in the new case, since evidence points to a bad power supply in the old case, but didn't know where to plug in some of the wires -- like the one to the power button, which is kinda important -- so I had to give up on that, too.

Ergo I went all weekend without a computer, and while the walls did not start to crawl, I did have a dream about bugs. There was this foot-wide trail of ants and other bugs pouring through my house. Being quite unfond of that particular sector of the animal kingdom, I did not find this to be a pleasant way to spend a REM cycle.

In the meantime, I cannot access either Hotmail or Gmail, so if anyone was trying to reach me via either of those, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just oblivious to you. I'm sure you'll find that comforting!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/13/2004 01:25:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Friday, September 10, 2004 AD
A Couple Links from Pau
Seniors Rule
Hurricane Journalism
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/10/2004 07:33:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Donna of Quiet Life wrote a few days ago about jealousy (the September 4 entry -- permalinks aren't working) and I wrote the following in her comments:
A big struggle for me has been envy of people who've had more privileges growing up. Not necessarily material privileges, though that's part of it, but more along the lines of having stable parents (especially fathers) who raised them to be stable adults. It took me a long time to stop being overcome by bitterness every time I saw a father interacting lovingly with his daughter. But now I can rejoice and praise God when I see that! It took me even longer to say, "Thank you, Lord, for arranging my life exactly the way You have done." I'm not quite to the point of delighting in that, but at least I can peacefully submit to it a little bit better and stop whining (and why-ning) about it so much.
Now today Dawn of The Dawn Patrol reminds me of another thing that tempts me to envy -- hearing how God has instantly delivered someone from some temptation or other.

In Dawn's case, "the Lord healed me from my depression at the moment I received my faith at 31." I've known others who *snap* were free of anger or addictions or other besetting sins upon their conversion as adults. Like Dawn, I've struggled with depression since my teens. Unlike Dawn, I experienced no changed-in-a-moment cure. Things have gotten better, to be sure, but there are still days when the thought of flinging myself off a roof has a certain appeal. Dave, a member of one of my former churches, used to fly violently off the handle at the slightest provocation. Then he got saved and hasn't had a fit of rage in all the years since. Like Dave, I have a scary-big monster of a temper. Unlike Dave, I haven't had a fit of rage since Wednesday.

I'm sure we've all heard similar testimonies from adult converts, and while I can praise God for the mercy He has shown to such brothers and sisters, I have a hard time not complaining that He doesn't transform me with similar drama and alacrity. Why, why, why? I've asked for years. Of course the answer to my why-ning is a) "None of your business," and b) "Because I'm doing something different with you, which is my prerogative as the Sovereign Lord of the Universe" (if I may be so bold as to paraphrase Him). Of course I need to repent of my rebellious attitude that dares to give policy to God and doesn't trust Him to sanctify me when and how He will according to His good pleasure. And I need repent of my ingratitude, falling on my face daily to thank Him for not treating me as my sins deserve.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/10/2004 03:35:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Thursday, September 09, 2004 AD
Mistakes I Won't Make Twice
A few weeks back I wrote about the yucky cream cheese I wouldn't buy again. Now I have two new products for my "I've learned from my mistakes" list:

1) Canadian Naturelle Spring Water. If y'all Canuks' water actually tastes like this, I pity you. This stuff is nasty. I keep a case of bottled water in my car, because I need to be drinking a lot of the stuff. I think I'm going to have to give up on this case and buy another brand.

2) Toilet paper made from recycled paper. (Note that I did not say it was recycled toilet paper!) It was on sale much cheaper than even the store brand. But that does not make up for the texture of tree bark. 'Nuff said.

On the other hand, I have been enjoying using Bonny Doon Farm Rose Geranium Body Lotion. I don't typically go in for smelly stuff (my sinuses are generally unappreciative of scents), but I won a bottle of this stuff in a "guess the mystery staff person" contest at work. It was his answer to "Who is your favorite musician?" that gave it away: Prince and Frank Zappa. You can't sit a cube away from a guy for nigh unto five years without picking up that sort of thing. Well, at least not if he's a guy who talks about that sort of thing.

And in other news, God is good. After several days of attitudinal nastiness that I cannot blame on hormotions, I finally woke up this morning with some semblance of cheer. It seems all my prayers these days are Mercy, mercy, mercy, and when it comes it is sweet indeed.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/09/2004 10:27:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Monday, September 06, 2004 AD
Welcome, Little Dordt!
(Didn't Dickens write that?)

Congrats to Papa Richard, Mama Megan and Big Sisters Geneva and Heidelberg (a.k.a. Ashley) on the birth of Fiona Aileen Okimoto! Fiona was obligingly born on her due date, which also happens to be Labor Day, which also happens to be the day I guessed for her delivery. Yay! Babies! Yay!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/06/2004 05:34:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Friday, September 03, 2004 AD
And Yet His Article Is Posted In Times
I enjoyed "Beauty and the Book" by William Zinsser (link via DHP). I gotta appreciate a guy who appreciates that typeface, paper finish, opacity, and other factors contribute to the readability of the printed page. So it's ironic that he (or the folks who published his article) doesn't realize that similar factors contribute to the readability of the electronic word, and that serif fonts are generally less readable onscreen than sans-serif. For those who must have serif fonts there are some, notably Georgia, that work well onscreen because they were designed for that purpose.

I spend a good portion of my working hours (and a bad portion of my nonworking hours) staring at text on a monitor, and personal experience confirms what I've read in a number of Web design resources: sans-serif fonts are more readable onscreen. For instance, the first thing I do when anybody sends me anything to edit is convert it into 10-point Verdana. Every once in a while, when a document is short, I decide not to bother, but invariably, a few sentences into the thing, I make the switch. I use Trebuchet on my blog, even though I think it's second best, as a compromise because it takes up so much less space. My blogroll layout would be impossible in Verdana, and I wouldn't want to use both fonts on the same page.

Of course neither would I want to read a book printed in Verdana or Trebuchet. There is a veritable host serif typefaces that are more readable and attractive on paper. But the medium does make a difference, and it's worth taking that difference into account.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/03/2004 06:14:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Thursday, September 02, 2004 AD
Intrigue in My Referral Logs
I'm not sure whether I love or hate getting referrals from links I can't get to. Today, for instance, I've gotten several hits from Web-based e-mail accounts, and of course I can't go see what somebody's saying about me. I also occasionally get hits from an MSN group called "meohmy." The curiosity is killing Kyriosity! If it's you who's talkin' about me, and you're saying nice things, leave me a comment and say Hi. I promise I won't bite. Of course if you're saying mean things, then by all means, continue to skulk away. I don't need to know...God knows!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/02/2004 04:50:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Carmon, You Sweetie!
Lookie at what Carmon sent me for my birthday:

Oooh...I think I feel a yarn-buying excursion coming on! :-)
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/02/2004 02:29:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Wake Up and Smell the Pot Roast
I made my very first pot roast ever in my crockpot last night, so I'm having some for breakfast. Mmmmmmmm!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/02/2004 07:32:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post

Wednesday, September 01, 2004 AD
Lewis Quote
I transcribed this from the tape for Todd, and, wanting to have used my time efficiently, decided to post it here, too:
As so often, the words of our Lord Himself are at once far fiercer and far more tolerable than those of the doctors. He says nothing about guarding ourselves from earthly loves for fear they should bring us suffering. He says something that cracks like a whip about trampling them ruthlessly underfoot when they hold us back from following Him. ‘If any man come to Me and hate not his father and mother and wife and his own life also, he can’t be my disciple.’ The crack of the whip is there, I think, because the strength and, up to a point, legitimacy of the affections is taken for granted. One doesn’t bring a battery to demolish a molehill.

But what, for practical purposes, does the word hate here mean? That the Lord of love should be telling us to hate (in plain prose, anyone)—to cherish feelings of vindictive resentment, to gloat over another’s misery and rage at his happiness—is of course out of the question. To hate in Scripture means primarily to set aside, discount, reject—almost to fail as an examiner fails a candidate. The duty of, on occasion, hating those whom we love remains, even when thus interpreted, a very terrible one. And it’s also very hard to be sure when the occasion has arisen.

Some of us are too ready to think that it has, others are not ready enough, and all of us are likely to be mistaken as to which sort of people we are. Sometimes a wise friend knows, more rarely he will tell us, most rarely of all we may endure to be told what we are. The extent to which a man can discern and perform this duty will depend on the extent to which his whole life is already been transformed by the Spirit of God. If it has, then the natural loves will already have been placed under, and in some degree converted into agapé.

The Cavalier poet could reasonably say, ‘I could not love thee, dear, so much/Loved I not honour more,’ because his mistress was a Cavalier lady, who already admitted the claims of honour. There are women, and in other ways not bad ones, to whom the mention of it would be meaningless—just one of those silly things that men talk about. If natural love could, in the Cavalier lady, be thus submitted to such a quartergod (for he’s not even a demigod) as honour, how much more should it, in a Christian, be submitted to agapé, that is, to love itself.

And that brings us back to our main subject. In particular instances, we may have to renounce a natural love altogether, but mercifully, the duty laid upon us is more often that of retaining it, and subjecting it to, indeed transforming it into agapé. These natural loves must accept the transformation even for their own sakes—must submit to become second things if they’re to remain things at all. For when God rules in a human heart, though He may often have to dismiss some of the native authorities, He often continues some in office, and by subjecting their offices to Him, gives them for the first time a firm and durable basis.
From The Four Loves, tape four, side one (assuming it still comes on four tapes). Hey, lookee: A downloadable version! But it's really bizarre that "Customers who bought this title also bought: Get Anyone to Do Anything and Never Feel Powerless Again by David J. Lieberman." Blech! And I thought it was strange enough juxtaposing Lewis and Jimmy Buffet!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/01/2004 09:11:00 PM • Permalink
Links to This Post

'Wastin' Away Again in Margaritaville'
I've lost my salt shaker. Can't find it anywhere. But I'm not really having Margaritas at 8:15 a.m. -- just eggs.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/01/2004 08:16:00 AM • Permalink
Links to This Post