The following is a copy of my response to Omotaylor's recent africanloft.com article "Encounter with Christ" which may be viewed in its entirety if you wish at http://www.africanloft.com/an-encounter-with-christ .
The topic of "Transformation" links in well with my last post on NVS "Reiter's Block: Transformation" which "came to me" just today, "hot off the press". See http://www.nigeriavillagesquare.com/...log.php?b=1196 .
I invite you to join with Omo, Misi,
Updated Aug 27, 2009 at 11:24 AM by a piper too
My Dear friends at Nigerian Village Square
Today I was thrilled to receive from an internet blogfriend a most thrilling account of her transformation.
It is the best description of the fluidity of gender I have ever read. This was not unexpected, coming as it did from Jendi, whose work has thrilled me numerous times already. And yet, as blog friends only (and separated by time, sea and space), it takes a long long time to really get to know a person (especially since
Twelve Angry Men: The Jury’s Out
The following is taken from a blogspot which recently came to my attention. It brilliantly looks at what happens when one generous juror “for the sake of discussion” disagrees with the others. Our blogger John had this to say (see http://johnnyscfblog.blogspot.com/20...years-ago.html for the full version):
“I think God has shown me something through the play I went to watch. It is called “XII angry men”
Updated Aug 27, 2009 at 10:18 AM by a piper too
I was reading this book (The First Five Years by Bill and Pam Farrell) and came across this, I laughed so hard that tears ran down my eyes. Now I don't know if it will be funny to other readers or why it was even funny to me but it was and I had a good ol' time laughing. I'm thinking maybe it made me laugh that hard because it had a few (well, a lot) of home truths in it. So if it makes you laugh, great but if it doesn't, then you are just a sour-puss. Here goes:
An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New York and says,
'I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that much misery is enough!'
'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams.
'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says.
'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Hong Kong