I can't believe I can't be more disciplined!!! Here are the top ten things I do when I am procrastinating:
10. Write on my blog.
9. Check out facebook.
8. Go to Kakuro.com (Thankfully there's only one puzzle a day, so this is a brief distraction!)
7. Nap.
6. Eat...anything.
5. Brew green tea.
4. Drink green tea.
3. Sort drawers.
2. Watch THS or re-runs...of anything.
And the number one thing I do when I should be studying...
1. LAUNDRY!!!
I am obsessed with laundry!
Now...it's time to get back to studying.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Scrubs as Peanuts...
I know it's after the Christmas season, but I started thinking about this video again today and I thought "I ought to share it with others!"
If you love Scrubs as much as I do, you'll be rolling on the floor. (Caution: Peanuts purists may be offended, so use your best judgment--enjoy!)
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Is it Groundhog Day?
It's one of those times when I feel unable to focus on anything that really needs it. Sure, I can spend time cleaning out my spare room, doing a little bit of reorganizing...but I can't seem to complete the task.
Laundry is the only thing I complete from beginning to end, but laundry just begins again the next day. Kind of like "Groundhog Day."
Maybe I'm like Bill Murray's character at the beginning of the movie. I'm still wasting my time, trying out things.
All I know is that it's very tiring, mentally and physically, to not be able to focus on things that need attention, like my final paper for grad school or my homework for next week. Or even dusting.
I'm sure it's just a phase, but I hope I push through it soon. Before I decide to stop grooming.
Monday, January 15, 2007
My name is...
I saw this on Matt's blog and thought it was fun! How many people share your name?
Strangely enough, my maiden name, which I thought was more uncommon, had 230 other owners. (And there are only 8 people with my husband's name! He's very uncommon!)
Sunday, January 07, 2007
The Church and the Klan...
I watched the last fifteen minutes of "The Chamber" last night. It's a movie based on John Grisham's novel about a lawyer who ends up defending his grandfather, who is a member of the KKK. I haven't seen it before, and if I read the book it was years ago, so the only thing that stuck out about the last fifteen minutes (SPOILER ALERT) was the remorse for his KKK beliefs that the grandfather seemed to express during the last few moments of his life as he prepared for the gas chamber.
As I was sitting in church this morning listening to the sermon, my brain made an odd connection between this scene and the church. There is a segment of the Christian church, some might call it "fundamentalist," that believes in Christ to the exclusion of all other ideas or religions. The buck is passed to Jesus on this, often quoting the words he was purported to have said, "I am the way, the truth and the life; no one comes to the Father except through me." While Christianity is supposed to be a religion of love, I wonder about the effect of deeply held beliefs such as the interpretation of this verse from the gospel of John. I also wonder if other people ever question this...
My connection was this: I wonder if, at the end of their life, any deeply fundamentalist Christian--or Muslim, or Jew--who has believed strongly in their "rightness" over the "wrongness" of the others will experience the remorse that the fictional Klan member in "The Chamber" faced? Many would say that the Klan was all about hate--hate for those who are different. Though it is sugar-coated in love language, and it provides an exemption clause for anyone who is willing to convert, is fundamental Christianity (or any fundamental religious group) any different?
As I was sitting in church this morning listening to the sermon, my brain made an odd connection between this scene and the church. There is a segment of the Christian church, some might call it "fundamentalist," that believes in Christ to the exclusion of all other ideas or religions. The buck is passed to Jesus on this, often quoting the words he was purported to have said, "I am the way, the truth and the life; no one comes to the Father except through me." While Christianity is supposed to be a religion of love, I wonder about the effect of deeply held beliefs such as the interpretation of this verse from the gospel of John. I also wonder if other people ever question this...
My connection was this: I wonder if, at the end of their life, any deeply fundamentalist Christian--or Muslim, or Jew--who has believed strongly in their "rightness" over the "wrongness" of the others will experience the remorse that the fictional Klan member in "The Chamber" faced? Many would say that the Klan was all about hate--hate for those who are different. Though it is sugar-coated in love language, and it provides an exemption clause for anyone who is willing to convert, is fundamental Christianity (or any fundamental religious group) any different?
Friday, January 05, 2007
If a picture is worth a thousand words...
then I don't feel quite so bad about my blog right now.
I started a new blog, Margaret365, that is a picture blog. I am trying to take one picture a day and post it with a little blurb. I have never really been a picture person, but something about the challenge of a picture a day sounded appealing.
I have been surprised how much energy trying to see my life in pictures has given me. So far I've been really excited about it, and it has been meaningful. None of my pictures are visually stunning, or even that interesting, but it has been really fulfilling for me for some reason I can't put my finger on...
So the fact that I can't find words to write about much on this blog right now doesn't bother me as much as it has in the past. Maybe the five thousand words on my picture blog (as of January 5!) are enough right now.
And learning to be content with who I am is a great thing for me to be working on...
I started a new blog, Margaret365, that is a picture blog. I am trying to take one picture a day and post it with a little blurb. I have never really been a picture person, but something about the challenge of a picture a day sounded appealing.
I have been surprised how much energy trying to see my life in pictures has given me. So far I've been really excited about it, and it has been meaningful. None of my pictures are visually stunning, or even that interesting, but it has been really fulfilling for me for some reason I can't put my finger on...
So the fact that I can't find words to write about much on this blog right now doesn't bother me as much as it has in the past. Maybe the five thousand words on my picture blog (as of January 5!) are enough right now.
And learning to be content with who I am is a great thing for me to be working on...
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
I'm not a nerd!
Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit nerdier than this...if I think real hard I might know my IP address by heart.
What about you?
(Thanks for the link, Matt!)
Monday, January 01, 2007
2007: The Year of the Do-Over…
The Do-Over: It’s a concept that my husband Robbie talks about a lot. As a guidance counselor and a general student of human nature, Robbie believes that people sometimes get to a place in life that is so difficult that they want a do-over.
I can remember the do-over from childhood. While playing a game with friends, if your first attempt at something was not so spectacular, you would call out “Do over!” And if your friends were kind—or if they owed you one—they might allow you to try it again without a penalty. (I have heard this called a “mulligan” in the world of golfers who are loose with the rules.)
And it was great to have the opportunity to do it again, to not have the first try count against your score. I don’t personally believe that we are keeping score in life, at least I’m not trying to keep score anymore; but it does seem that the do-over is a popular idea.
Divorce can be one example of the do-over for adults. Sometimes we get into such a challenging time in a relationship that we would rather not face it. It may be the consequences of our actions—perhaps we have cheated on our spouse, or our spouse has cheated on us, and we don’t want to have to deal with the hurt feelings. And maybe even more than the hurt feelings, we don’t want to have to deal with our memories.
We rarely forget things in life that are painful. Combine that with our human pride that may propel us to strive for the appearance of not being at fault and there you have it: the Do-Over. If we have caused another person pain that is not likely to be forgotten, rather than be reminded of our shortcomings (and dealing with the relationship-repair work) we may just decide to cry out “Do over!” and choose the divorce route.
This is not a commentary on divorce. Though I’m thankful to be happily married, I have no stones to throw in the divorce arena. I have watched friends and family struggle with the difficulties of life before, during and after divorce, and there seems to be joy and heartache on every road that people choose. I began thinking about the do-over today in the shower, after I realized that I had started a list of New Year’s Resolutions without even meaning to do so.
I am not even a New Year’s Resolution kind of girl. I think you can start a new habit any time you want. I have also seen a lot of well-intentioned resolution makers break their habits so quickly it would make your head spin, so I suppose I’m a little cynical about the effectiveness of the New Year Resolution. But for some reason, January 1, 2007, has brought to mind all kinds of habits I’d like to renew: I want to work out more. I want to eat better. This will be the year I write every day. On and on…
None of these habits are particularly new. They are just currently not habitual in my life. So maybe I’m looking for a do-over, some magical day when I can re-start all my habits and they will actually take root in my life as though I’ve always been a disciplined—and perfect—person.
What is it about the do-over? The appeal is certain, and even religion reflects it: Christianity in some of its present incarnations seems to be the ultimate do-over.
Many more thoughts on Christianity as the religion of the "do-over"...they'll have to wait until next time.
I can remember the do-over from childhood. While playing a game with friends, if your first attempt at something was not so spectacular, you would call out “Do over!” And if your friends were kind—or if they owed you one—they might allow you to try it again without a penalty. (I have heard this called a “mulligan” in the world of golfers who are loose with the rules.)
And it was great to have the opportunity to do it again, to not have the first try count against your score. I don’t personally believe that we are keeping score in life, at least I’m not trying to keep score anymore; but it does seem that the do-over is a popular idea.
Divorce can be one example of the do-over for adults. Sometimes we get into such a challenging time in a relationship that we would rather not face it. It may be the consequences of our actions—perhaps we have cheated on our spouse, or our spouse has cheated on us, and we don’t want to have to deal with the hurt feelings. And maybe even more than the hurt feelings, we don’t want to have to deal with our memories.
We rarely forget things in life that are painful. Combine that with our human pride that may propel us to strive for the appearance of not being at fault and there you have it: the Do-Over. If we have caused another person pain that is not likely to be forgotten, rather than be reminded of our shortcomings (and dealing with the relationship-repair work) we may just decide to cry out “Do over!” and choose the divorce route.
This is not a commentary on divorce. Though I’m thankful to be happily married, I have no stones to throw in the divorce arena. I have watched friends and family struggle with the difficulties of life before, during and after divorce, and there seems to be joy and heartache on every road that people choose. I began thinking about the do-over today in the shower, after I realized that I had started a list of New Year’s Resolutions without even meaning to do so.
I am not even a New Year’s Resolution kind of girl. I think you can start a new habit any time you want. I have also seen a lot of well-intentioned resolution makers break their habits so quickly it would make your head spin, so I suppose I’m a little cynical about the effectiveness of the New Year Resolution. But for some reason, January 1, 2007, has brought to mind all kinds of habits I’d like to renew: I want to work out more. I want to eat better. This will be the year I write every day. On and on…
None of these habits are particularly new. They are just currently not habitual in my life. So maybe I’m looking for a do-over, some magical day when I can re-start all my habits and they will actually take root in my life as though I’ve always been a disciplined—and perfect—person.
What is it about the do-over? The appeal is certain, and even religion reflects it: Christianity in some of its present incarnations seems to be the ultimate do-over.
Many more thoughts on Christianity as the religion of the "do-over"...they'll have to wait until next time.
Friday, December 29, 2006
2007: The Year I Started Taking Pictures?
I've never been one to take pictures. I haven't even enjoyed having my picture taken!
But the stars must be aligning:
--Robbie and I got new phones for Christmas that have a camera!
--My friend Julie has inspired me by trying out Project 365.
I think I'm going to give it a try...one picture a day for a year.
2007 may turn out to be really interesting.
(Here's hoping these are more than New Year's Resolutions!)
But the stars must be aligning:
--Robbie and I got new phones for Christmas that have a camera!
--My friend Julie has inspired me by trying out Project 365.
I think I'm going to give it a try...one picture a day for a year.
2007 may turn out to be really interesting.
(Here's hoping these are more than New Year's Resolutions!)
Friday, December 22, 2006
2007: The Year I Wrote About...
My district manager gave me a Christmas gift today. It was a beautiful notebook with an amazing letter in it.
His letter said some really moving things, but the short of it is...he is encouraging me to write--to journal.
As I commit to working more faithfully on my blog, I'm sensing a cosmic theme here.
Hopefully all this writing will yield some benefit (and not just for me).
His letter said some really moving things, but the short of it is...he is encouraging me to write--to journal.
As I commit to working more faithfully on my blog, I'm sensing a cosmic theme here.
Hopefully all this writing will yield some benefit (and not just for me).
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I'm watching Claymation Christmas!
What's your favorite Christmas show? Or Christmas commercial?
If you haven't seen it in a while, you might be able to watch it on this awesome site: The Christmas Spot! You can "Watch 101 Classic Christmas Videos Online."
If you haven't seen it in a while, you might be able to watch it on this awesome site: The Christmas Spot! You can "Watch 101 Classic Christmas Videos Online."
I still haven't found any Hanukkah or Kwanzaa sites yet...I'll keep you posted.
(Thanks, Pop Candy!)
Monday, December 18, 2006
Church thoughts...
I had a great conversation today with a guy at work. We are in similar positions in the company, and have similar backgrounds as well--lots of church.
As we talked about our struggles to be part of the organized religion that had once been such a prominent part of our lives, I found myself talking again about what church could be...
Instead of a big black hole where you are compelled to throw your money, time and talents, I wish it were a launch pad to help you be a better family member and a better employee. Some people may say "that's what it is!" But this is not my experience right now.
I feel like the church wants me there more and more (which makes me want to be there less and less, despite the fact I still like a few people there). I want to be able to be more and more "present" at home and the office. That's where I can actually make a difference...rather than just serve as a pretty ornament in a museum with the name of an organized religion on the door.
I also surprised myself as I spoke about a passion for learning to harness the power of the media to change people's lives. I'm not talking about writing my own tv show or making my own film, necessarily. I'm just talking about helping people talk about all of the amazing, moving media that is being produced every day--the good, bad and the ugly. Anything that moves us or makes us feel anything could be used as a launch pad for dialogue about life.
And that--for myself--is a lot more interesting than anything else going on in organized religion.
Anyone else want to pull up the couch and watch a movie?
As we talked about our struggles to be part of the organized religion that had once been such a prominent part of our lives, I found myself talking again about what church could be...
Instead of a big black hole where you are compelled to throw your money, time and talents, I wish it were a launch pad to help you be a better family member and a better employee. Some people may say "that's what it is!" But this is not my experience right now.
I feel like the church wants me there more and more (which makes me want to be there less and less, despite the fact I still like a few people there). I want to be able to be more and more "present" at home and the office. That's where I can actually make a difference...rather than just serve as a pretty ornament in a museum with the name of an organized religion on the door.
I also surprised myself as I spoke about a passion for learning to harness the power of the media to change people's lives. I'm not talking about writing my own tv show or making my own film, necessarily. I'm just talking about helping people talk about all of the amazing, moving media that is being produced every day--the good, bad and the ugly. Anything that moves us or makes us feel anything could be used as a launch pad for dialogue about life.
And that--for myself--is a lot more interesting than anything else going on in organized religion.
Anyone else want to pull up the couch and watch a movie?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Why so fruitless?
I'm just posting today because I want to get into the habit of writing. Unfortunately, I don't feel like I have anything to write about...
Is it because I'm boring? Lazy? Because I watch too much mindless television?
In a conversation with one of my mentors this week, I heard myself actually say that I was still holding on to the hope of being "discovered." For what, I have no idea...I'm getting too old to be discovered for my youth, and I'm not sure what else I've got going on...which is reflected in my inability to write about anything today.
So I'm just posting to post. Rather like my just "existing to exist." My mentor said I should pursue something--anything--to keep myself from burning out at work. Ah, if only I could find something to pursue. I'm interested in everything, but nothing stands out enough to say, "Yes, that's what I want to do!"
So I guess I'll just post this and go watch some television. Sadly, I'm pretty sure the answer won't be there!
Is it because I'm boring? Lazy? Because I watch too much mindless television?
In a conversation with one of my mentors this week, I heard myself actually say that I was still holding on to the hope of being "discovered." For what, I have no idea...I'm getting too old to be discovered for my youth, and I'm not sure what else I've got going on...which is reflected in my inability to write about anything today.
So I'm just posting to post. Rather like my just "existing to exist." My mentor said I should pursue something--anything--to keep myself from burning out at work. Ah, if only I could find something to pursue. I'm interested in everything, but nothing stands out enough to say, "Yes, that's what I want to do!"
So I guess I'll just post this and go watch some television. Sadly, I'm pretty sure the answer won't be there!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Wishing and working...
I'm working on my final paper for my next to last class in grad school. And I'm wishing that I were more excited about writing...
Not just writing my paper (although that would be great!) but writing in general. I really admire my friend Julie, she's definitely a writer by nature.
I would love to be able to write and express myself in a way that would be meaningful to myself and to others. So I ask myself...what if there is nothing in me that is meaningful to express? Is that why I can't write?
Is that why I don't update my blog more than once every few months?
If I believe that writing is so important, why can't I make myself do it?
Not just writing my paper (although that would be great!) but writing in general. I really admire my friend Julie, she's definitely a writer by nature.
I would love to be able to write and express myself in a way that would be meaningful to myself and to others. So I ask myself...what if there is nothing in me that is meaningful to express? Is that why I can't write?
Is that why I don't update my blog more than once every few months?
If I believe that writing is so important, why can't I make myself do it?
Friday, May 26, 2006
| You Belong in Dublin |
 Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions. You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town. |
Who knew? My great great great great great great great great great grandfather (Joseph Eaton, I believe--that's nine greats, if you're counting) came to the United States from Ireland. Maybe I've still got remnants of Irish blood tooling around my veins.
I've never been on a pub crawl, but I do have a bicycle...so maybe I'll give the Irish life a try!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
What is control?
It's not a new dilemma, for me or for many. I'm wrestling once again with the idea of God being in control.
The devotion that I read for this morning stated that when the Hebrews were being enslaved by the Egyptians, God was still in control. The stumbling block du jour.
I am not (currently) struggling with the question "Why do bad things happen to good people." I believe that bad things happen to everyone at some time, although some things are worse than others. Bad things just seem to be part and parcel of life on planet earth.
What I am struggling with is whether or not I believe that God is in control of it. If so, then what does it mean to be "in control"? I am not comfortable believing that God causes bad things to happen. And since God is not stopping bad things from happening, what does that say about God's control? And God's choices?
I'm pretty sure I'll never have an answer to this. I just want to be honest and open about the fact that I'm still struggling. I don't want to go numb.
The devotion that I read for this morning stated that when the Hebrews were being enslaved by the Egyptians, God was still in control. The stumbling block du jour.
I am not (currently) struggling with the question "Why do bad things happen to good people." I believe that bad things happen to everyone at some time, although some things are worse than others. Bad things just seem to be part and parcel of life on planet earth.
What I am struggling with is whether or not I believe that God is in control of it. If so, then what does it mean to be "in control"? I am not comfortable believing that God causes bad things to happen. And since God is not stopping bad things from happening, what does that say about God's control? And God's choices?
I'm pretty sure I'll never have an answer to this. I just want to be honest and open about the fact that I'm still struggling. I don't want to go numb.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Unresolved issues...
I have finally finished my semester, and was looking forward to just kicking back--then today happened. I had a major issue arise at work (mostly in my head) that has totally disrupted the time-space continuum.
I realized today that after I left my last job of 9 years, I told myself that I really needed some time to sort through my soul. And today it smacked me upside the head: I have never taken the time to do that. I left my job and went right into school and a new job. And my new job has proven to be much more time consuming (and mind consuming) than I thought it would be.
So even though I thought I was moving forward, today I realized that I haven't been moving at all.
How in the world am I going to stop my life long enough to figure out who I am?
I realized today that after I left my last job of 9 years, I told myself that I really needed some time to sort through my soul. And today it smacked me upside the head: I have never taken the time to do that. I left my job and went right into school and a new job. And my new job has proven to be much more time consuming (and mind consuming) than I thought it would be.
So even though I thought I was moving forward, today I realized that I haven't been moving at all.
How in the world am I going to stop my life long enough to figure out who I am?
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Bag of Inconsistencies...
My mind is like a plastic trick or treat pumpkin filled up with lots of candy. Some are good, some are not, and I never know what I'm going to get when I reach in without looking. I like to write, and, for the life of me, I cannot make myself finish writing my final exam! I want to be recognized for my great mind, and I just spent a ridiculous amount of money trying to find the right mascara to make my eyelashes look good...
My life is full of inconsistencies, too. I shower every day, but can't make myself dust my house. I work out, and then go eat at White Castle's. I read the Bible every day, and have a hard time dragging myself to church some days.
Well, at least my mind and my life seem to be consistent in their inconsistencies, I guess.
Off to finish my final exam!
My life is full of inconsistencies, too. I shower every day, but can't make myself dust my house. I work out, and then go eat at White Castle's. I read the Bible every day, and have a hard time dragging myself to church some days.
Well, at least my mind and my life seem to be consistent in their inconsistencies, I guess.
Off to finish my final exam!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
It just dawned on me...
My friend Dawn checked out my bog oh, maybe two weeks ago...
Since then she has started her own blog and has something like TEN posts on it already. I have FOUR in two years. FOUR. What is wrong with me?
So I have accepted the challenge. Gauntlet thrown, gauntlet picked up (to quote "Ask a Ninja"). I will no longer strive for perfection in my posts--just persistance.
Thanks, Dawn! I owe you one.
Since then she has started her own blog and has something like TEN posts on it already. I have FOUR in two years. FOUR. What is wrong with me?
So I have accepted the challenge. Gauntlet thrown, gauntlet picked up (to quote "Ask a Ninja"). I will no longer strive for perfection in my posts--just persistance.
Thanks, Dawn! I owe you one.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
A Real Miracle
I have almost stopped believing in miracles. Just this week I heard a news story on the radio about a scientist who is suggesting that perhaps Jesus did walk on water—and he can scientifically offer an explanation. I stopped caring about science proving or disproving ‘miracles’ a long time ago, probably because I had a hard time seeing the relevance of miracles in my personal life.
I have been accepting the use of the word miracle to describe things like the birth of a baby or a beautiful sunset. While they don’t exactly wow me like the childhood stories of miracle like the parting of the red sea or turning water into wine (obviously I am not a mom!) they are certainly beautiful and important moments in life, events that make us pause and take a breath, remembering again the sacredness and the fleetingness of life. But it occurred to me this week that perhaps I have been overlooking a pretty big miracle in the New Testament.
I was a full-time employee of the local church for 12 years, serving as both a youth minister and a children’s minister. I have seen the good, the bad and the ugly in the local church, and unfortunately I have seen a lot more of the bad and the ugly. The cynic in me believes that church brings out the worst in people, and even on a good day I still mostly believe that. That’s what make the story of the woman caught in adultery that much more amazing…
As the story goes, a group of men—religious men—brought to Jesus a woman who had been accused of committing adultery, an offence punishable by death. Some believe that they were trying to trap him; I think perhaps they were just trying to get him to pick a side. In any case, Jesus basically said, “Sure, go ahead and stone her—just make sure that whoever throws the first stone is the guy without sin.” And here’s the miraculous part: For the first time before or since, every one of those religious people dropped their stones. If you have spent much time in a church, you know what I’m talking about. Some people on a good day will drop their stone, but most days you can find someone slinging a rock around the church. Most people have been hit by a flying stone or two. But on that day, something about that situation made each man drop his stone.
I wouldn’t diminish the fact that it was a woman that Jesus was saving that day, either. Funny that despite Jesus’ treatment of women, the church has continued to deny women an equal place. And if the writer of that gospel hadn’t inserted his own textual comment—“Go and sin no more”—imagine what a different place our churches might be. Of course, I could be wrong on this, and I will probably be branded a heretic, but I’ve seen the maxim “Hate the sin, love the sinner” fail too many times to believe that God actually believes it.
You know what else? I bet none of those guys even recognized it was a miracle.
I have been accepting the use of the word miracle to describe things like the birth of a baby or a beautiful sunset. While they don’t exactly wow me like the childhood stories of miracle like the parting of the red sea or turning water into wine (obviously I am not a mom!) they are certainly beautiful and important moments in life, events that make us pause and take a breath, remembering again the sacredness and the fleetingness of life. But it occurred to me this week that perhaps I have been overlooking a pretty big miracle in the New Testament.
I was a full-time employee of the local church for 12 years, serving as both a youth minister and a children’s minister. I have seen the good, the bad and the ugly in the local church, and unfortunately I have seen a lot more of the bad and the ugly. The cynic in me believes that church brings out the worst in people, and even on a good day I still mostly believe that. That’s what make the story of the woman caught in adultery that much more amazing…
As the story goes, a group of men—religious men—brought to Jesus a woman who had been accused of committing adultery, an offence punishable by death. Some believe that they were trying to trap him; I think perhaps they were just trying to get him to pick a side. In any case, Jesus basically said, “Sure, go ahead and stone her—just make sure that whoever throws the first stone is the guy without sin.” And here’s the miraculous part: For the first time before or since, every one of those religious people dropped their stones. If you have spent much time in a church, you know what I’m talking about. Some people on a good day will drop their stone, but most days you can find someone slinging a rock around the church. Most people have been hit by a flying stone or two. But on that day, something about that situation made each man drop his stone.
I wouldn’t diminish the fact that it was a woman that Jesus was saving that day, either. Funny that despite Jesus’ treatment of women, the church has continued to deny women an equal place. And if the writer of that gospel hadn’t inserted his own textual comment—“Go and sin no more”—imagine what a different place our churches might be. Of course, I could be wrong on this, and I will probably be branded a heretic, but I’ve seen the maxim “Hate the sin, love the sinner” fail too many times to believe that God actually believes it.
You know what else? I bet none of those guys even recognized it was a miracle.
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