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"Breaking Free" From Beth Moore, And Women In The Church

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
-- 2 Corinthians 4:7-9 (ESV)
Women, you are a treasure.

That verse isn't talking about just women, obviously, but there are times where women in the church feel like, as a jar of clay, they are getting broken to bits not by God but by man.

In recent months, I've started the process of writing another book. This will be my third, and will be tentatively about my experiences blogging for twenty years, the stories that arose from that experience, and so on. Part of that will be about theoblogging (faith blogging), which unfortunately contains some of the ugliest stories and experiences of the lot.

In preparing and researching for this book, I've been reading books (many about women and the church, as that is a key issue in th…

A visit to the Ark Encounter.

Last fall I went to the Ark Encounter with a friend and my parents. We drove, and my parents had many hilarious photos taken of them by me. They are very patient and, by the time we arrived at the Ark Encounter, probably had a lot of personal compassion for what it would be like to be stuck with your family in a confined space for extended periods of time.

My poor parents. I mean, if you could see the photos...I took photos of them falling asleep in the car, falling asleep in the planetarium, falling asleep in the hotel lobby... Here's a photo of a photo. I'm that bad.

It was a fantastic trip with a variety of stops and adventures (including a glorious trivia tournament win on a ferry across Lake Michigan), but I want to talk about the Creation Museum and the Ark Encounter in this post. Each section below is a discussion of some of the different issues and reactions I have heard from people regarding these two attractions.

World Class Is Not A Lie
The Ark Encounter is often d…

ICQ, old internet.

I never thought I'd miss this sound.

Napster on dial-up overnight, then, after Metallica ruined that, on to LimeWire.

Ridiculous amounts of AOL discs and then CDs arriving in the mail in metal cases.

No social media, except Google Buzz, which was kind of cool for the short while it lasted. Socializing was in the comments sections of blogs.

Geocities, or you had to learn to write HTML. Blogging was a bit tougher to set up.

Blogrolls. Webrings. Tip jars.

Fewer ads, less corporate infestation.

Amazon only sold books (I still have the old bookmarks that came in those books).

Usenet, before Google Groups. Where I had rants about things like trying to design two versions of my website (using Frontpage, at the time) to account for people using the older Netscape Navigator 4.

Reading Clifford Stoll's The Cuckoo's Egg in one sleepless night.

Maybe because there was a slight barrier to entry, some know-how required, so that millions of people with millions of devices didn't swar…