P.S. (Pre Scriptum) The title just sounded cool. There are no streams of green where the Lord has planted me. I'm really actually quite broke. But I praise God for what He's given me.
Today, I would just like to say my Visa card was charged unexpectedly. No, it was not identity theft (thank God). My bank account may have suffered a 60-some-odd dollar loss, but I am now the proud owner of an ESV Study Bible. <-- Go on, click it. You know you want to.--
I am a firm believer that the Bible is the Word of God and stands in His power. That is to say, if you are studying the Bible you should be able to answer questions through the same verse, or the next verse, maybe in the next chapter, maybe it's somewhere in the rest of the book or possibly another book altogether. You just need to know where to look and a wealth of knowledge is suddenly at your finger tips. That is where this Study (a.k.a cheater) Bible comes in. It points to other places in scripture that relate to what you are reading. Study Bibles also provide insight that the original audience would understand, but for us it's not common knowledge. It brings a deeper understanding of the Bible. Hurray!
So, although my pocketbook is a good deal lighter, I feel like this will be a very good investment.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Jiffy
So I decided to check out the idea of blogging.
You see, my mother did her grocery shopping at this place called Laneco. I don't know if Laneco exists anymore, but I do know I loved sitting in the shopping cart as my mom wheeled it around the store. There was just something magical about Laneco. It was also the home of Jiffy Blueberry Muffin Mix (not to be mistaken for Jiff Peanut butter). Oh, Jiffy--the glorious saint of the most uh-mazing blueberry pancakes ever. See, Jiffy didn't use just any blueberries. Jiffy used fake blueberries composed of some blueberry flavoring, a little artificial blue dye, and 99% sugar. Absolutely wonderful.
Then one fateful day, Laneco shut down. My house was in chaos when my brothers and I realized what that meant for our Jiffy pancakes consumption:
No. More. Pancakes.
But you, dear reader, say, "How can you not eat anymore pancakes for the rest of your life?" (I guess if you don't like pancakes you wouldn't actually say that, but roll with it.)
And I would answer, "Of course we ate pancakes. Who wouldn't? But they weren't Jiffy pancakes, the god of all fake-blueberried pancakes." So there was great mourning in all the household.
My family went without Jiffy for several years. That was, until I stumbled upon a box hidden in the depth of Wal-Mart. How such evilness can house such deliciousness, I have no idea. But it was there. Oh, never was there such rejoicing in my house. Well, actually, my mom was kind of like, "Is that really Jiffy mix? I haven't seen that in ages. Could you put it in the pantry next to the cake mixes?" But I was pretty excited about my discovery. So excited, in fact, that the same box resides in my cupboard at school. Still unopened.
So, I really haven't been able to enjoy one of my fondest childhood memories but there is a great comfort in knowing that, should the nostalgic desire to revisit my childhood arises, I have Jiffy on hand.
And what does this have to do with starting a blog? I have no idea.
You see, my mother did her grocery shopping at this place called Laneco. I don't know if Laneco exists anymore, but I do know I loved sitting in the shopping cart as my mom wheeled it around the store. There was just something magical about Laneco. It was also the home of Jiffy Blueberry Muffin Mix (not to be mistaken for Jiff Peanut butter). Oh, Jiffy--the glorious saint of the most uh-mazing blueberry pancakes ever. See, Jiffy didn't use just any blueberries. Jiffy used fake blueberries composed of some blueberry flavoring, a little artificial blue dye, and 99% sugar. Absolutely wonderful.
Then one fateful day, Laneco shut down. My house was in chaos when my brothers and I realized what that meant for our Jiffy pancakes consumption:
No. More. Pancakes.
But you, dear reader, say, "How can you not eat anymore pancakes for the rest of your life?" (I guess if you don't like pancakes you wouldn't actually say that, but roll with it.)
And I would answer, "Of course we ate pancakes. Who wouldn't? But they weren't Jiffy pancakes, the god of all fake-blueberried pancakes." So there was great mourning in all the household.
My family went without Jiffy for several years. That was, until I stumbled upon a box hidden in the depth of Wal-Mart. How such evilness can house such deliciousness, I have no idea. But it was there. Oh, never was there such rejoicing in my house. Well, actually, my mom was kind of like, "Is that really Jiffy mix? I haven't seen that in ages. Could you put it in the pantry next to the cake mixes?" But I was pretty excited about my discovery. So excited, in fact, that the same box resides in my cupboard at school. Still unopened.
So, I really haven't been able to enjoy one of my fondest childhood memories but there is a great comfort in knowing that, should the nostalgic desire to revisit my childhood arises, I have Jiffy on hand.
And what does this have to do with starting a blog? I have no idea.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)