click on the title to read the full story War. What is it good for? | Jillian Lauren
And here’s the thing- as a storyteller, I naturally gravitate toward stories of battle. Because all good stories are about conflict. And heroic stories often have sword fights. And if you’re going to tell a story, why not make it heroic? Tariku struggles with a lot, frankly. He has tremendous fears and challenges to face. Maybe battle isn’t such a bad metaphor for him, if I can place it in the appropriate context.
7 Easy Ways To Have A Better, Happier Relationship | Sweetney & Spice
The world has a way of wearing people down with criticism and feelings of not being good enough. As a couple, you should be each other’s biggest fans and strongest supporters, making each other feel good – or at least good enough. So focus on the good, the positive, and cut the criticism as much as possible. Criticism is corrosive to intimacy, while compliments and praise always strengthen it.
Joel Osteen worships himself | Salon.com
The constant recitation of God’s transcendent goodness and the deference paid to his ironclad ability to lift believers magically out of suffering and woe both subtly downgrade the divine presence into a glorified lifestyle concierge. This God has no real way of accounting for the age-old paradoxes of theology, such as the tolerance of personal and historic evil, or the deeper ironies and unintended consequences of the believing life. Even less does the Osteen family’s success gospel encompass a sustained social ethic — even though the D.C. event featured an appeal on behalf of the World Vision ministries to adopt a needy child in the developing world. The believer’s chief task is to ratify the preexisting divine script of success in his or her individual life — and then to bear testimony to that joyous transformation in a community of like-minded success believers.
The Once and Future Queen: Finding Erma Bombeck | Planting Dandelions
Which brings me to the other reason there can never be a Next Erma Bombeck: because there are so many. Every blogger who has ever written about family life can (and should) claim direct lineage to Erma. She is the mother of all mother bloggers, the one who opened our readers’ doors for us and showed us where to find the coffee cups. She wasn’t the first woman writer to tell public stories about private life, but she was instrumental in making it okay. In an era of crushing cultural expectations of wives and mothers, Erma was willing to expose herself as flawed and real. She was the ultimate subvert; the one who penetrates the mainstream.
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Should We Be Positive about Psychiatric Medication? | Justin Taylor
Some kids are just hard. The strategies that worked for some parents will not necessarily work for you. To make matters worse, you will receive an endless stream of advice, which will leave you angry, because you feel like you should do everything you can for your child and the advice is often contradictory. We hope you will not add guilt over medication to that list. Rather, success is marked by “help me and my child, Lord Jesus.” It isn’t measured by having a medication-free zone in your home.
Full Circle | Suburban Turmoil
Eleven years ago, I was that girl on the soccer field, hand-in-hand with a boyfriend who was 15 years older. Eleven years ago, I endured the malevolent gazes, the coldness, and the barbs from other mothers. Back then, I thought the unkindness was unfair– I hadn’t even met my boyfriend until after his divorce was finalized. There was nothing wrong or inappropriate about the two of us falling in love. But throughout our courtship, our engagement and eventual marriage, and occasionally even today, I’ve borne the brunt of hurtful comments from first wives– and because of that, I’ve always resolved that when I encountered another girlfriend or second wife at the soccer field or a child’s birthday party, I was going to go out of my way to be nice to her. Because I knew exactly how she felt. And yet…
33 Films That Take Faith Seriously | The Search
Christian moviegoers sometimes lament the dearth of good, positive, realistic portrayals of faith in film. If Christians are portrayed in film, it’s usually as right-wing zealots (Citizen Ruth), scary pentecostals (Jesus Camp), or psychotic killers (Night of the Hunter). Or faith is reduced to schmaltzy simplicity, as in most “Christian films” (Facing the Giants, The Grace Card). But many films throughout cinema history have actually provided rich, artful portraits of faith. The following is a list of 33 films that take faith seriously; films I believe every Christian should make a point to see.
Studio Exec Forces Jason Segel to Lose Weight, Since Thin Women Don’t Marry Chunky Guys | Jezebel
But seriously, beyond the fact that Jason Segel is Jason Segel — adorable, funny, charming, smart, absolutely lovable — the idea that a thicker man is undesirable is absurd. Our society insists on equating physical attributes with personality traits. Being skinny doesn’t make you a good person; being fat doesn’t make you a bad person. What does your weight have to do with how you treat others, your heart, your intelligence? A thin dude could be an intolerant bigot; a chubby dude a philanthropist. Or vice versa. But in this flick, in an attempt to enchant and entertain, Jason Segel plays a chef (!) who is 35lbs. thinner than the real jason Segel. He was forced to lose weight in order to play a man who works with food. A complete and total demonization of weight, fatphobia defined.
Girls going wild in red light district By Duval Guillaume Modem ‘ (watch until the end) hat tip: Jillian Lauren We’ve Found 3 New Tumors (consider me sober) | Tim Timmons
Last night, I sang and spoke many prayers with my friend Kym, her studly husband Chris and her 11 year old prized gift of a son Blake. Watching Chris and Blake curl up next to her, holding each other as they cried the words of these songs will be forever etched on my heart. DEATH SUCKS. The tension between praying for healing in the name of Jesus and surrender was palatable. As much as I was there to serve and Re-Present Jesus as an extension of His beautiful body, I was taunted with my own story. Is that the way my story in this body ends? Consider me a little tipsy on the wine of future tripping.