FB, The Cherub, and TMI

Update 4/08: Positive for C-Diff.  Monday afternoon the infectious disease dr. did get back with us and called in a prescription for a lab test for C-Diff to our local hospital (we live 45 miles away from that doctor).  My husband picked up the test on his way home from work late Monday aftertoon, and turned around and drove the lab specimen back into town about 20 minutes later.  This morning we got the call, and it is C-Diff.  The local pharmacy doesn’t stock the antibiotics used for treatment, so now he’s driving to the bigger city 45 miles away to pick it up.



A few days ago the Cherub finished, at long last, about a month’s worth of hard-core antibiotics. And almost everything else about this post is entirely in the TMI department, so I am giving you this opportunity to go read about flowers, weeds,  or books or some other pleasant topic instead of reading the rest of this post.

You’ve been warned.

The infectious disease doctor wanted us to watch for several warning signs after she got off the antibiotics, and one was any indications of things not right with her digestive system.

Still with us? It’s not too late to change your mind.

On Saturday we had plenty of evidence that things were not going at all well with her digestive system (this is a euphemistic phrase for diarrhea, okay?).

Now it’s a little late to change your mind, but not totally too late.

I was already kind of teetering on the bleeding edge of the line between reasonable concern and bat guano levels of insanity, because you know what kind of a year it has been for us with medical stuff, and I posted about it to my private FB account (the secret one under my real name, where I try to limit friends to 250 or less, and would prefer 200 or less but have actually lost control and am almost to 350, but seriously, I really, really am stopping there) for a prayer request and a heads up that yet again, some of us would not be at church tomorrow.

Two nurse friends, one whom I know only from the internet, but I have known her for over 15 years, and the other I know from church, both responded quickly. One suggested amping up yogurt and acidophilous, the other suggested it might be C Diff.

Really.  You can still stop. 

After reading up on C Diff around the internet, always a kind of dumb thing for a neurotic mother to do, I sort of toppled right over that bleeding edge and well over my head into bat guano levels of insane. (How insanitary. See what I did there?) I could actually feel myself unraveling into a tangled and very ugly pile of crazy. I said to my FB friends,

“I’m looking C-Diff stuff up online, and I am not enjoying what I am reading.*
*This is a euphemism for I want to burn the house down and run away.”

Actually, I said even crazier and more unstable things, but I have deleted those things- both from the FB conversation and my memory.

Well, I do remember one of them because it is a constant part of our lives.

One of the symptoms of C-Diff that should have been helpful to know is that it comes with abdominal pain and cramps. But we would almost never know this with the Cherub.

She does not respond to pain in anyway that remotely resembles a response to pain. Sometimes there are no visible signs that she in pain at all- she fractured her elbow once, and I only knew something was wrong because she wouldn’t let me straighten it, and it was swollen and hot to the touch. But while she wouldn’t let me straighten it, she was grinning at me, and generally happy as a lark, so at first I thought she was just teasing me while I was trying to get her dressed.  You know, playing keep away with her arm, so I couldn’t put it in her shirt sleeve.  And then I grabbed it. That’s how I knew it was hot and swollen, and probably kind of broken- but she never so much as whimpered over it.

Minor discomforts might make her freak out and cry, but major ones, she might not even acknowledge their existence. And she cannot tell me “yes, I hurt here,” not even in gestures.

Mostly, we live with this. It just is what it is. But this past month while she was in the hospital and they kept asking me, ‘Didn’t she seem to be in pain?’ “Does she hurt anywhere?” and then this weekend, it seemed suddenly entirely too much to endure.

I had a great big facebook conniption fit about that.

I have a hazy memory of saying something about moving to Thailand after I set the house on fire.

But really, that’s all I remember. That’s more than I want to remember.

So, anyway. It was the weekend. Saturday night. She had no fever (keep in mind she had no fever when her entire left lung was completely whited out in her x-ray, either). She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable (essentially meaningless). Her color was good (this is a good sign, and it actually means something). Even my hospital treatment oriented nurse friend didn’t think we needed to go to the ER. We fed her some yogurt and tea with raw apple cider vinegar and put her to bed and prayed.

I know plenty of my fb friends were praying, too.

Some were also sending me private messages about their grannies or their sisters, or their children or themselves who had C Diff and ended up in the hospital for a month, and one needed surgery, and one lost 30 pounds (The Cherub can’t afford to lose ten, but can I get some here, please?), and so forth and so on.

Some were helpful, and written completely in the spirit of helping me rule out C Diff, not to frighten me.

I mentioned TMI, yes?  You’re here because you choose to be, yes?

So there were some questions, and they were sort of like this (these are not all from the same person):

Is it incredibly awful smelling, like toxic, nearly gag inducing?


Is it mucousy?

If slimy looking is the same thing, and I think it is.

Is it pretty watery, too?

This isn’t really helping me rule out C Diff after all.

Is it sort of seedy?


Okay, this one sounds weird, but does it look kind of like peanut butter?

Enough so that I am never eating peanut butter again, okay?

I did not fall asleep until after 4 a.m.  I watched a Lakorn- a drama made in Thailand.  It looked awfully tempting to me, Thailand did.  Reading subtitles and listening to the very pretty Thai language and watching the very improbable love story didn’t exactly squelch any recollection of all the nasty, horrible, dreadful things I had read about C-Diff, but it did help me put up a sort of flimsy shield between the C Diff monster and me.

By the next morning things were slightly better.  The Cherub woke up clean, which she had not done the morning before.  That made me feel a little better.  We learned our landline wasn’t working and neither was my husband’s cell phone. My husband went over to Granny Tea’s and called the forwarding service for our infectious disease specialist and left a message explaining the Cherub’s symptoms.  We didn’t get a call back, either a good sign about the Cherub, or a bad sign about the specialist and I changed my mind about which one it was on the hour.

We continued the herbal tea with a little bit of raw apple cider vinegar and spoonfuls of yogurt.  She sat next to me and I literally spoonfed or syringe fed her mouthfuls of tea or spoonfuls of yogurt all day long, about every half hour for tea, every hour for yogurt. I no longer had horrid visions of additional long hospital stays, surgeries, and horrible scenes ending with the big and final D word which I cannot bring myself to say out loud or type in this connection.

However, mentally I was only slightly better because I also found myself in the, to me, ridiculously unbelievable position of actually having to stop myself from posting hourly updates of the Cherub’s digestive system and all its workings.   I compromised with myself and posted them about every four hours.

One of my nurse friends (the one I have never met) suggested I try increasing the yogurt. She said she had seen this approach work wonders, especially if taken in the early stages. And when I forced myself to stop unraveling into piles of crazy and made myself stop wallowing in bat guano levels of crazy, I thought of looking up C Diff and NATURAL treatments, figuring not only might I find useful info, but I might also not find myself at sites suggesting the imminent and final D was near. I read plenty of suggestions for various fermented foods.

So we gave the Cherub yogurt, just plain, whole milk organic yogurt, acidophilus pills, and raw apple cider vinegar in sips of herbal tea that support relaxation and stomach ease (ginger, chamomile, mint). We chose those teas because if it was C-Diff, she was probably in extreme discomfort although she wouldn’t necessarily *know* it- she doesn’t respond to pain typically. But we learned in the hospital even if she seems fairly ‘normal’ when she was stressed or should have been in pain (but wasn’t showing it), her heart rate still went up and her oxygen levels down a bit.

Then the Equuschick saw via FB that The Cherub was sick, and she brought over some wonderfully gelatinous bone broth.
Then the HG heard that I was looking for probiotics (also via FB) and so she sent home some home-made kombucha.
In all the talk about fermented foods and restoring the good bacteria that a month of megadoses of antibiotics killed off in a mass slaughter, I remembered that I have some fabulous non GMO, unpasteurized miso paste in the fridge.

I added those things to the Cherub’s hourly feedings- via syringe because it was the quickest and surest way to get measurable amounts in her instead of on her. Although she generally despises soup, she liked the miso. She was not best pleased with kombucha.

C Diff is caused when antibiotics kill off the good bacteria in your gut and the bad bacteria everybody already has in some number are allowed to thrive and grow and conquer, because the white knights of your regular gut bacteria are all slain.   The Cherub was on the antibiotic most often associated with CDiff and she was on it a long time.

Still- we will never know for certain if the Cherub had it or not (unless she gets worse and we have to take her in). It did sound *exactly* like every description of it I read, but you know, a crazy person was reading, and who trusts a crazy person?   It easily could just be a garden variety stomach bug, or just the general post-antibiotic effect.   And probably some of the things I did made a difference, and some of them were about as effective as burning chicken feathers in a hollow tree stump at midnight.  Well, a little more effective than that, because they made me feel better, and that’s not a useless thing.

I also don’t think we are out of the woods yet. The Cherub’s gas is just unbelievable.

Ha. You thought the TMI stuff was over, didn’t you?  Well, it’s not.

Things inside her are dying. Other things must have been dead a long, long, long time.  Every time she passes gas I think of Lazarus, just before Jesus raised him from the dead (“Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.”)

Yet another internet friend with medical connections came through with another question and said I was free to send her a private message if I wanted to ask more.  So I did.  And while I wrote I found myself absolutely astounded at what I was doing.   (I mean, besides the fact that I was writing all about my child’s poo to a person I have only met in person once. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I am now telling you all that I did that).  This friend lives completely on the other side of the world, and we could communicate nearly instantaneously.  The fact that we were communicating about my child’s poo does not reduce the wonder of it, indeed quite the opposite.

Okay, the wonder was dissipated slightly when for a panicked moment I thought I had sent the private message with a detailed explanation of my daughter’s poo to somebody else entirely, somebody prim and proper and with no interest, medical or otherwise, in any poo at all, but then I adjust my glasses on my nose and the words came into focus and I had not sent that message to the wrong person after all.

Yes, I did have one or two prim and proper friends.  It surprises me, too.  I have no doubt they’ll unfriend me in a shocked tizzy if FB ever shows them the status where I updated the FB on the status of my child’s bowel movements every four hours.  I probably would do the same.

But let’s return to the wonder. Through the magical medium of Facebook, I had a possible diagnosis and more than one suggested treatment within minutes.  Even if that diagnosis was incorrect, it did provide the impetus for several of the treatment measures we used, and that more than likely sped the Cherub’s recovery and made her far more comfortable than she would have been otherwise.

I received tangible gifts of kombucha and bone broth because of FB communications.

People all over the world, quite literally, have been praying for the Cherub for several weeks now.  I have had personal messages of prayer support from the Philippines, Australia, Estonia, England, and, I think, a few other places I can’t think of just now. Oh- Russia. Poland. It might be every single continent.  Isn’t that amazing?  The Cherub could be so much sicker by now without all the information and resources I picked up in a short time on FB and the internet.  (Of course, through the magic of the internet I could also scare myself witless reading up on whatever disease the Cherub may or may not have had, but every tool can be used for good or ill, and we can’t blame FB and the internet for my easily triggered bouts of crazy-town).

I’ve dosed the Cherub up with herbal teas, yogurt, raw vinegar, home-made bone broth, miso soup with garlic and seaweed added, and home-made kombucha. I intend to do that all over again today, possibly with the addition of kefir and maybe kimchi, two more fermented foods with good bacteria. Well, in the case of the bone broth, not fermented, but full of healthy minerals and other good stuff. (When we used to raise chickens, more than once I cured the chicks from what was supposed to be a fatal case of chick diarrhea with raw vinegar and garlic).  Sometime today we’re getting kefir grains from another friend, too.

Hopefully, that combo will kick this thing to the curb and restore the Cherub’s gut flora to lively health, whatever the cause.

We should all be eating and drinking this stuff.


Oh, and now?  totally and completely too late. I’m done.




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Kindle Bargains and Freebies, Christian Living

.99 each: Alone With God: Rediscovering the Power and Passion of Prayer (John MacArthur Study)

Anxious for Nothing: God’s Cure for the Cares of Your Soul (John Macarthur Study)

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Heaven: Biblical Answers to Common Questions (booklet)

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Anchored: Pressing On by Pressing Into the Savior

For thirteen years, Teresa spent her Sundays in church pews. She joined small group after small group and moved from church to church, but it didn’t bring her peace. She was pursuing social acceptance and friendship rather than pursuing God. Have you ever felt like you were trying to find spiritual fulfillment in people rather than Christ? Or maybe you have found yourself thanking God for His provision one day and forgetting it the next. In her book, Anchored to Christ: Pressing on by Pressing into the Savior, author Teresa Blondo shares her story of fitting in and facing hardships, and how God used these times in her life to draw her to real discipleship. You will find comfort in her honesty about her “patterns of forgetfulness” and her struggles with finding satisfaction in Jesus.

Anchored reflects a portion of Teresa’s part in God’s greater story. In studying the Old Testament story of God leading His people out of slavery and bondage in Egypt, she began to draw some comparisons between her life over the last several years and the lives of the Israelites in the wilderness. Like them, she had forged a pattern of forgetfulness. God would provide. Teresa would forget. God would provide again. Teresa would complain and grumble, forgetting God once more. In drawing comparisons with the hardened heart of Pharaoh, she reflects on her life before Christ, and her own hardened heart.

This is a story about God restoring and reconciling, teaching and disciplining, and providing over and over. It is about Teresa’s life in the church before and after Christ saved her. It is about learning to take hold of your own discipleship and rejoicing in God amid trials. It is about the peace within that can only come from Christ. It is about being pursued by the Creator of the universe. It is about the patience of a faithful God, who alone can heal our faithlessness.

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Creating a SCRAPS Journal: Bible Study Made Easy

Have you been wanting to journal as you study your Bible? Have you found other methods too tedious or impersonal? If so, SCRAPS is the perfect book for you! SCRAPS is not just another book about Bible study; it is a complete process using only six simple steps that enable you to create your own very personal SCRAPS journal. This journal will be like none other when it is complete because it will be all yours–your own scriptures, your own thoughts, and your own conclusions from your own study.

Perhaps you feel you are not quite ready to create your own SCRAPS journal from scratch. If this is the case, then you can use one of the forty already-created SCRAPS entries to guide your personal Bible study. These can be personalized by writing your own thoughts and ideas about how the scriptures apply to your life. These entries include lessons from Genesis, Exodus, Joshua, Judges, 1 and 2 Samuel, 1 Kings, Malachi, and other Old Testament books.
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One Thing: Confronting the Obstacle Between You and Christ

“I want to go to Heaven. There must be something I can do to get there. Just name it.”

So ran the conversation between Jesus and the young politician. And so concurs the thoughts of seekers today.

But what if—in spite of your sincerity—there is one thing standing in your way?

Jesus told the young ruler there was. Throughout Jesus’ ministry, He helped many confront the “one thing” standing between them and God.

A respected religious teacher. A common woman. A blind outcast. Although it would seem they lived worlds apart, they all had one thing in common—the fact that there was one thing standing between them and God.

One decision. One choice. One roadblock. One thing.

Will you confront it?

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Fresh Air: Trading Stale Spiritual Obligation for a Life-Altering, Energizing, Experience-It-Everyday Relationship with God

“…Chris builds this book off of a number of stories and metaphors that illustrate the role of the Holy Spirit in the life of the believer. He begins with an illustration of the old maritime doldrums where the wind does not blow, leaving ships wandering aimlessly. Obviously, the connection is to our lives. Chris describes the average life as one where we are just living, literally stuck just surviving. But there is something more out there…

The true strength of the book is that it is very much a common-man’s (or woman’s) explanation of how the Spirit works. The crux – and I’m not giving away any secrets here – is that the Holy Spirit is the breath of fresh air (think breath of God and blast of wind) in our lives. As a practical example, Chris explains the 7 Biblical words that are all rendered praise in English. The meanings are quite diverse and illustrate the relationship we are missing out on….”

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J. C. Ryle’s A Call to Prayer – with Study Guide (Chapel Library)

“A Call to Prayer” was one of J.C. Ryle’s best received works in his day and has remained so ever since. It is a direct exhortation to pray fervently and without ceasing. “I want the times we live in to be praying times. I want the Christians of our day to be praying Christians. I want the church to be a praying church. My heart’s desire and prayer in sending forth this tract is to promote a spirit of prayerfulness. I want those who never prayed yet, to arise and call upon God, and I want those who do pray, to see that they are not praying amiss.”—from the Conclusion.

Contents include the following chapters, with study questions for each chapter (used by permission of Mount Zion Bible Institute):
1. Prayer Is Needful to a Man’s Salvation
2. The Habit of Prayer: Mark of a True Christian
3. Prayer: The Most Neglected Duty
4. Prayer Produces Great Encouragement
5. Diligence in Prayer: The Secret of Holiness
6. Prayer and Backsliding
7. Prayer and Contentment
8. Advice to the Unsaved
9. Counsel to the Saints

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The Hidden Life: Living Inside-Out to Release God’s Blessing

What a relief to to hear someone explain the need for cultivating the inner life. A Christianity that is based on programs and numbers is joyless, boring drudgery! I became a Christian because I wanted to know about and commune with the Creator of the universe. Thank you Brian Fraser for explaining clearly why this priority is often lost, why it is so essential, and how we as individuals and churches can recapture it.

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R. C. Sproul’s Can I Have Joy in My Life: 12 (Crucial Questions Series)

Joy is a popular topic in Western culture today. Books explain how to find joy in a wide variety of activities. We speak of “joyous” occasions such as weddings and births. We sing about “Joy to the World” at Christmas. “Joy” remains a popular name for girls. But given the extent to which joy seems to be on our minds, few people seem to have it or even know what it is.

In this Crucial Questions booklet, Dr. R.C. Sproul cuts through the confusion surrounding this popular but misunderstood attribute, showing the one sure path to deep, lasting joy—a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. By abiding in Christ, Dr. Sproul shows, we may experience fullness of joy—a joy that transcends unhappy circumstances and even permits us to rejoice with others because of the blessed hope Christ provides.

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The Scripture Driven Life: A collection of Bible verses organized by topic for easy reference.

Life gets hard for everyone at some time. No matter what kind of problems or concerns you have in life you can rest assured that God has a plan. Every situation can benefit from looking towards God’s instruction manual: The Bible. This collection of Bible verses is organized by topic so that you can quickly find and read what the Bible says about any situation.

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Knowing the Truth About Jesus the Messiah (The Defenders)

Is Jesus the True Messiah? Jesus of Nazareth changed the world. He is the subject of more books, plays, poetry, films and worship than any man in history. But is He more than just a man? Citing specific facts and probability statistics, the authors conclusively show:

• Unassailable, prophetic proof that Jesus is the Messiah
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Knowing the Truth About Jesus the Messiah offers you ready access to proof that Jesus Christ is the Messiah.

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The True Gospel of Christ versus the False Gospel of Carnal Christianity

Another quality eBook from Chapel Library. This book examines in detail the common modern message sometimes called “easy-believism,” where justification in Christ is presented without mention of one’s responsibility to forsake sin and live set apart from the world. This gospel holds that one may “make a decision” to “receive Christ,” without bowing to His authority over one’s life. The problem is that many conclude: “a little sin won’t hurt—I’m just carnal, and God has saved me any way.” This false gospel leaves the professing Christian without any power over sin and a false confidence in heaven, even to the point of resisting calls to repent because “I don’t need to; I’m already saved.” Romans 6 is used to develop a Biblical understanding of self-denial, and passages in 1 and 2 Timothy are used to explain the deceitful nature of selfish sin. Finally, the book explores the rich new life provided in the true Gospel of Scripture.

L.R. Shelton, Jr. (1923-2003) was born and raised in New Orle-ans, Louisiana, where he later became associate pastor in his fa-ther’s Baptist church. While he did not have the opportunity to attend college or seminary, as a young man he devoured the writings of Spurgeon, Pink, the Puritans, and Lloyd-Jones. In 1970 he began a church, Christian bookstore, and Gospel outreach in Litchfield, Minnesota. There he developed a God-given burden to share classic Christian literature from prior centuries freely worldwide.
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Keepers of Salt

and Keepers of Salt Study Guide

Amazon reviewer: This book brought out customs of the culture of Biblical times in a way that brought new insights to the Bible. It helped me understand passages to a depth I never would have. I think I’ll be reading it again soon. .Would recommend for any Christian. Especially in this culture where we are lacking in honoring commitments. It was a good challenge for me.

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Spanish Language Practice: La Escuela


Voy a la escuela. Voy a la escuela el lunes, el martes, el miércoles, el jueves y el viernes. El sábado y el domingo no voy a la escuela. El sábado y el domingo estoy en casa. Soy un discípulo y estoy en la escuela. El discípulo aprende. Aprendo la aritmética, a leer y a escribir. Vd. aprende el español. Todos nosotros aprendemos diligentemente. Algunos discípulos no son diligentes. Algunos son perezosos. El maestro elogia a los discípulos diligentes y a los discípulos obedientes. Él no elogia a los alumnos perezosos.

El maestro enseña. Mi maestro enseña el español. Este maestro enseña las matemáticas y aquel maestro el inglés. El señor Blanco enseña la biología y la química. La señorita Herrera enseña la geografía y la historia. ¿Qué aprende Vd. en la escuela? Aprendo el español, el francés, el álgebra, la biología y la estenografía.

The Project Gutenberg EBook of A First Spanish Reader
by Erwin W. Roessler and Alfred Remy


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Global Warming and Propaganda

GLOBAL WARMING PROPAGANDAScientists in a recently peer reviewed and published paper admit that you’ve been lied to and have believed exaggerated, inflated claims about global warming, but their scientific conclusion is that it’s good for you:

Noble cause corruption gone wild. People tend to think of scientists as being unbiased, in climate science, apparently if you aren’t biased, you aren’t doing useful work.

From CFACT: A new peer-reviewed paper published in the American Journal of Agricultural Economics, titled “Information Manipulation and Climate Agreements”, is openly advocating that global warming proponents engage in mendacious claims in order to further their cause.

The paper appears to openly advocate “information manipulation” to further the cause of man-made global warming and “enhance global welfare.”

The authors, Assistant Professors of Economics Fuhai Hong and Xiaojian Zhao, note how the media and environmental groups “exaggerate” global warming and then offer their paper to “provide a rationale for this tendency” to exaggerate for the good of the cause.

 More at the link.



Speaking of lying to the public due to noble cause corruption- there’s been a brouhaha you might not have heard about in Climate science circles.   Frontiers in Psychology, a scientific journal on, oddly enough, psychology,  published, and then retracted, a paper titled Recursive Fury: Conspiracist ideation in the blogosphere in response to research on conspiracist ideation.

The authors of the paper are Stephan Lewandowsky, John Cook, Klaus Oberauer, and Michael Marriott.  After their paper was retracted, Lewandowsky and Cook lobbed accusations around the blogosphere and climate alarmist circles that the paper was retracted because Frontiers had caved into threats.

Dana Nuccitelli, the Guardian, Joe Romm, and other members of the small but vocal ‘global warming is going to destroy the planet’ crowd picked up the accusations and passed them on as true.  Frontiers finally decided they could not let the dishonesty stand:

As we published in our retraction statement, a small number of complaints were received during the weeks following publication. Some of those complaints were well argued and cogent and, as a responsible publisher, our policy is to take such issues seriously. Frontiers conducted a careful and objective investigation of these complaints.Frontiers did not “cave in to threats”; in fact, Frontiers received no threats. The many months between publication and retraction should highlight the thoroughness and seriousness of the entire process.

As a result of its investigation, which was carried out in respect of academic, ethical and legal factors, Frontiers came to the conclusion that it could not continue to carry the paper, which does not sufficiently protect the rights of the studied subjects. Specifically, the article categorizes the behaviour of identifiable individuals within the context of psychopathological characteristics. Frontiers informed the authors of the conclusions of our investigation and worked with the authors in good faith, providing them with the opportunity of submitting a new paper for peer review that would address the issues identified and that could be published simultaneously with the retraction notice.

The authors agreed and subsequently proposed a new paper that was substantially similar to the original paper and, crucially, did not deal adequately with the issues raised by Frontiers.

We remind the community that the retracted paper does not claim to be about climate science, but about psychology. 

You can read more about it here.

This is the paper that supposedly proved that those who doubt the alarmist cause also have a tendency to believe that the moon landing was a hoax, and other nonsense.  There were many problems with this so called research.  It was largely on online poll (with little means of verifying the accuracy of the self-identification of the respondents), the lead author, Lewandowsky, hid his involvement, and most of his ‘research’ came from posting the poll to climate alarmist sites, so falsification was pretty easy, at the least.  Citing these and other ethics violations and possible fraud, several researchers asked for access to his data so they could test his conclusions for themselves. Access was denied, a clear violation of the stated policies of the university which held his work. Eventually, however, UWA allegedly had an ethics investigation into Lewandowsky’s work, and he was cleared.  Only then dogged investigators discovered and revealed that the person UWA allowed to head the ethics investigation was Lewandowsky himself!  There’s an excellent detailed, factually supported account of all this here.

Many readers are attempting to correct the record by contacting all papers which have insisted on the accuracy of Lewandowsky’s online poll and subsequent paper and pointing them to Frontier’s explanation of the retraction.  Here’s one reader’s account of what happened when Scientific American:

 posted this article by Lewandowsky peer reviewer, Elaine McKewon:

I tried to post the following comment:
“Science is reproducible. Research that cannot be replicated is not science, PERIOD. Because Lewandowsky and the University of Western Australia flatly refuse to release the original data for replication, ‘Recursive Fury’ fails to meet the basic minimum requirement of science. The journal retracted it because it isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. It’s sad that Scientific American doesn’t understand this. Stephan Lewandowsky and Elaine McKewon are not scientists.”

This was SciAm’s reply:
This submission has been marked as spam.
Louis6439 is a Troll. Please report all commentary by this user…

(read more about the ‘pal reviewer’ Elaine McKewon here)

I used to be a paper subscriber to Sci Am when I was in my 30s.  Kind of sad that they’ve come to this (they also blocked the above poster so he can no longer comment on their site, and they blocked this commenter for ‘name-calling,‘ although I am unable to find any names called in his comment).

There are more details about the ways Lewandowsky and Cook deliberately slanted their findings here.

Jo Nova also has a good summary.

Btw, there has been no global warming for 17 years and 8 months now.  Climate Alarmists have begun to acknowledge this, though they insist on calling it a ‘pause.’  Well, it could just be a pause, I don’t know.  The point is, they don’t know either.  Their models did not predict it, which is a pretty clear piece of evidence that the models are unreliable.  At the moment, this isn’t a pause, it’s a cessation, a stop.  If or when warming trends should begin again, then they might reasonably call it a pause.  But calling it a pause now is hasty and ahead of themselves and assumptive of facts not in evidence.

Judith Curry notes:

A new report from the IPCC implies that “climate exceptionalism”, the notion that global warming is a problem like no other, is coming to an end. – Economist

and offers some excellent examples of this trend.

I also enjoyed reading the first dozen or so comments to that post about the difference between the acidification of the ocean, ‘neutralising’ of the ocean and the ocean becoming less alkaline- all three accurately describe exactly the same condition and process.  For obvious reasons, the scariest, most emotionally charged terminology is preferred.

UN IPCC LEAD AUTHOR Dr. Richard Tol on the revised IPCC report that was so wrong he requested his name as author be withdrawn: 

‘The idea that climate change poses an existential threat to humankind is laughable’ Even if one accepts WG2′s estimate that a “further warming of 2°C could cause loses equivalent to 0.2-2 per cent of world gross domestic product,” that is “about as bad as losing one year of economic growth” in half a century, Tol notes. In contrast, since the start of the Eurozone financial crisis, the income of the average Greek has fallen more than 20%.
After noting that climate change is not even the biggest environmental problem (indoor air pollution has killed 260 million people — more than all the wars of the 20th century combined, Bjorn Lomborg estimates), Tol points out that the best protection from climate-related risk is economic growth and the institutions that facilitate it.’

Former Nasa Scientist and Emeritus Professor Les Woodcock  says that global warming is rubbish.

“The term ‘climate change’ is meaningless. The Earth’s climate has been changing since time immemorial, that is since the Earth was formed 1,000 million years ago. The theory of ‘man-made climate change’ is an unsubstantiated hypothesis [about] our climate [which says it] has been adversely affected by the burning of fossil fuels in the last 100 years, causing the average temperature on the earth’s surface to increase very slightly but with disastrous environmental consequences.

This is a fun read, especially if you are old enough to have read Lovelock’s Gaia theories back in the day:

Green guru and geophysicist James Lovelock, considered one of the pioneering scientists of the 20th century, has officially turned his back on man-made global warming claims and the green movement’s focus on renewable energy. Lovelock conceived the Gaia theory back in the 1970s, describing the Earth’s biosphere as “an active, adaptive control system able to maintain the earth in homeostasis.”

In an April 3, 2014 BBC TV interview, Lovelock has come out swinging at his fellow environmentalists, accusing the new UN IPCC global warming report of plagiarizing his now retracted climate claims from his 2006 book ‘The Revenge of Gaia.’

“The last IPCC report is very similar to the (now retracted) statements I made in my book about 8 years ago, called The Revenge of Gaia. It’s almost as if they’ve copied it,” Lovelock told BBC Newsnight television program on April 3.

BBC interviewer Jeremy Paxman noted to Lovelock during the April 3 program:  ”Sure. But you then, after publishing these apocalyptic predictions, you then retracted them.”

The newly skeptical Lovelock responded: ”Well, that’s my privilege. You see, I’m an independent scientist. I’m not funded by some government department or commercial body or anything like that. If I make a mistake, then I can go public with it. And you have to, because it is only by making mistakes that you can move ahead.”

Lovelock dismissed the entire basis for global warming concerns in his BBC television interview. “Take this climate matter everybody is thinking about. They all talk, they pass laws, they do things, as if they knew what was happening. I don’t think anybody really knows what’s happening. They just guess. And a whole group of them meet together and encourage each other’s guesses,” Lovelock explained.

“The theory is that the CO2 emitted by burning fossil fuel is the ‘greenhouse gas’ causes ‘global warming’ – in fact, water is a much more powerful greenhouse gas and there is is 20 time more of it in our atmosphere (around one per cent of the atmosphere) whereas CO2 is only 0.04 per cent.

“There is no reproducible scientific evidence CO2 has significantly increased in the last 100 years.


But surely most of the world’s leaders, scientific community and people in general can’t be wrong can they?

Prof Woodcock hits back: “This is not the way science works. If you tell me that you have a theory there is a teapot in orbit between the earth and the moon, its not up to me to prove it does not exist, its up to you to provide the reproducible scientific evidence for your theory.

“Such evidence for the man-made climate change theory has not been forthcoming.”

Al Gore wants to make a sequel to An Inconvenient Truth.  One wonders- is he senile? Is he completely isolated from reality by his advisors and/or by choice?  Is he just interested in making money and rebuilding on his former fame?  It makes no sense.  None of his predictions turned out well.

About that Ice free North Pole….

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Thought Crimes and the Left

NeoNeocon shares some good links, and this thoughtful point:

Our social engineers of the left have been crusading against various thought-crimes for a long, long time, and establishing the idea of the need to stamp out thought-crime against the righteous PC wisdom du jour. The only thing that’s different now is that it’s reached critical mass, on this issues and many others.


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Updates, Patchkits, Life, and Other Soul-baring Ramblings

Therapy today: good and bad. The therapist thinks the FYG is overdoing it with her therapy work at home (nor surprise)  and the surgeon dismissed her too soon (no duh).  It’s almost 3 months later, and the FYG’s leg is still swollen, gets sore too much, the leg is still inflamed and she is not sure we will see the FYG ever fully able to straighten the crookedness issue.  Her broken leg is almost always a darker color than the non-broken leg, and she still has obvious bruising.

We need to see our regular doctor in order to get a scrip to see another orthopedic surgeon for another scrip for more therapy. All of which I agree with and have wondered about myself. But…. yeah.  It hurts.

The Cherub still has a runny nose.  She’s off of antibiotics, and we go back for another xray in about half a week.


Me? I’m about as crazy and neurotic as I have been for a long time now, I think a tiny bit better, not much worse.

Remember those inflatable Bozo the clowns with weighted bottoms? You punched them and they bounced back up, until, over time, they sort of got deflated and they didn’t bounce back up any more, they grew more and more wobbly and saggy, and then they just quit bouncing back and just laid there on the ground, a colorful but empty pile of airless plastic?

That was me about 7 years ago.  I worked on patching the holes, but then there was what is known by those who name these things as a trigger, and the air just whoofed right out.

I still work on patching,  but life keeps punching holes in my airbag.  Every one of these events is another hole.  Some of them are pinholes, some are slashes.  Sometimes I feel like I finally have the thing all patched up and am just about ready to refill it with air when someone or something comes right along and jabs another gaping hole, and ooof, down we go again.

We all have our own patch kits. There are some things that work for every person’s patch kit, and other things that are quirky enough to only be effective for that particular person. A few years back after a major trauma,  I was in contact with a Christian therapist, and I expressed some concern about the time I spent reading books.  The therapist pointed out that the trauma I’d been through was pretty major and it wasn’t like there was ever going to be an end to it exactly,  and that other people going through similar things take drugs, legal or otherwise, turn to drink, check in to mental institutions,   or worse.  There were plenty of ways to deal with a crisis and spending all day reading through one book after another was not only not the worst way, in that therapist’s opinion, it was one of the best for me at that time.

Some people clean things when traumatically stressed, some eat chocolate, some run, some cook, some read, some curl up in the fetal position with the covers over their heads- some read books.  Some add more whiskey to their coffee, some add a drop of coffee to their whiskey, some seek therapy, some seek prescriptions, some turn to God, some turn to astrology, some turn to bar hopping or sexual partner hopping, some become vegetarian or paleo (the point being not the diet, but a radical change of diet), some pack up their bags and move,  some make jokes, some commit suicide.


One of those things is obviously much better and more effective over the long run than others, some are obviously seriously wrong, but most of them are neutral and it is largely up to the person involved to discover what works best for them in their own patchkit and on their own time scale. Nobody gets to decide for somebody else that they have had more than enough time to deal and it’s time to move on.

My patch kit is a pretty odd assortment of stuff.  It includes, merely in alphabetical order here:

Bible reading


crocheting a single washcloth, and then undoing it and crocheting it again, and then undoing it and crocheting it again, and then…. in this way I have made my favorite ball of thread (which I cannot find again) last five years.

folk music

Foreign language practice

Hearing from friends who are more interested in understanding and less interested in imagining themselves prophets and judges.


K-pop music

Listening to my kids laugh

other foreign dramas (have to be subtitled, watching a show in English in no way works as part of my patch kit)






snuggling grandbabies

Social networking and other internet stuff

talking and/or blogging about stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with why I need a patch kit


tired housewife sweeping floor vintageThere are a lot of things I regret, like almost anybody who gets to fifty or more.

But one of them?

I really





that housecleaning and exercise don’t work so well for me

as part of the patch kit.


P.S. A different sort of airbag:  I meant to include this K-Pop song earlier- it’s called “I Need an Airbag,” by Tablo of Epik High, and it comes from a very dark time in his life. I found it soothing and helpful at a dark time in my life. I still enjoy it, but it’s not longer precisely where I am:

If you’re interested in what sent Tablo careening out of orbit into that dark place where he needed an airbag, I blogged about it here.

But be sure to read about his comeback, too, which I blogged about here.

It was fascinating to me that separated by gender, a generation (I am old enough to be his mother), thousands of miles, and cultures which are a world apart and dealing with different sorts of issues altogether,  he was able to still come up with word pictures that completely resonated with me and my feelings about it all.

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Pushkin for Poetry Month



Athirst in spirit, through the gloom

Of an unpeopled waste I blundered,

And saw a six-winged Seraph loom

Where the two pathways met and sundered.

He set his fingers on my eyes:

His touch lay soft as slumber lies

And like an eagle’s, scared and shaken,

Did my prophetic eyes awaken.

He touched my ears, and lo! they rang

With a reverberating clang:

I heard the spheres revolving, chiming,

The angels in their soaring sweep,

The monsters moving in the deep,

The vines low in the valley climbing.

And from my mouth the Seraph wrung

Forth by its roots my sinful tongue,

The idle tongue that slyly babbled,

The vain, malicious, the unchaste,

And the wise serpent’s sting he placed

In my numb mouth with hand blood-dabbled;

And with a sword he clove my breast,
Drew forth the heart that shook with dread
And in my gaping bosom pressed
A glowing coal of fire instead.

Upon the wastes, a lifeless clod,
I lay, and heard the voice of God:
“Arise, O prophet, look and ponder:
Arise, charged with my will and spurred,
The roadways and the seaways wander,
Kindling men’s hearts with this, my Word.

I came across an excerpt of that poem in the children’s book Letters from Rifka.  It immediately made me think of Emily Dickenson’s definition of poetry:


    “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” 

Pushkin, the right poems of his at any rate, makes me feel as if Old Faithful had taken up residence in my head and was shooting off for all its worth. Not all Pushkin poems heat my head this way, but whenever Pushkin doesn’t alternately chill me or take my head off, I feel the fault is mine.  Perhaps it is the translator’s, but never, ever Pushkin’s.

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Should Military People Be Able to Defend Themselves? Duh.

Should soldiers on base be armed?  I think absolutely they should be.

It wasn’t always the case that soldiers had to disarm while on post. Prior to the first Bush administration, base commanders determined what the rules were at their facilities. But regulations formalized in 1993 block personnel who are not on security duty from carrying firearms.

Further restrictions have followed. In the wake of the 2009 shootings at Fort Hood, which left 13 people dead, the installation requires soldiers to register their weapons with commanders.

“The carrying of privately owned firearms on Fort Hood is prohibited unless authorized by the installation’s senior commander,” according to guidanceoffered to soldiers stationed there. “The carrying of a concealed weapon on the installation is prohibited regardless of whether a state or county permit has been obtained.”

But will a person intent on killing others care about violating such restrictions?

If they are qualified to carry weapons inside other people’s borders, they should be allowed weapons inside ours. An investigation after the DC Navy shipyard shooting included over a dozen recommendations for preventing such an incident in the future- not one of them suggested that our people be better able to defend themselves.  Instead we got this gobsmackingly idiotic suggestion:

“The report recommended instead that signage be “posted conspicuously” at installations as reminders of the prohibition against carrying firearms in federal facilities.

Because the shooter, of course, absolutely had no idea guns were not allowed and a well posted sign would make all the difference.

Reminds me of the time a friend and I visited a university library and the girls’ bathroom had a sign that said, essentially, “Be advised that rape is a crime.” Yeah. That made us feel safe. Picture all the would-be rapists following a woman into the bathroom, and then picture the woman defending herself by pointing to the sign and the rapists responding, “oh, pardon me, I had no idea. I’ll go quietly now.”


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Free4Kindle: Mostly Christian Titles

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A Rooster Once Crowed: A Commentary on the Greatest Story Ever Told
From an Amazon Review:
Good explanation of the gospel. It is a book that can be used in Sunday School as a teachers guide. It reminds us that we are all located between the 1st and the second crow of the rooster. This a must read for anyone who wants to understand the greatest story every told. It can be read over and over again because it speaks to you each time.

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Family Interrupted

Amazon Review: Set in Houston, Texas. Claire and Jack Barnes have been married for twenty-three wonderful years and they are proud of their two children. Ian is in high school with a head for science and computers. Next year he plans to begin looking for a college. Kayla is almost thirteen. She loves sports and is full of life. Jack and Claire run the family’s business, a construction company. Jack is a great home builder, a people-person, and loves both his family and the company. Claire has a major art talent. She mainly uses her skills to decorate the model homes for Barnes Construction, but recently has begun taking art classes at the university. The perfect family’s life shatters when Claire, arriving home late from class, learns that Kayla has been hit by a car.

Sarah Levine was not drunk or speeding. She did not mean to hurt Kayla. The sun blinded Sarah for only a second, followed by a sneeze, and then the young girl was hit. Kayla dies within the week. Sarah is unable to forgive herself, even though it had been a true accident.

Shaken by the tragedy, the Barnes family begins to fall apart. Each family member (Claire, Jack, and Ian) deals with the pain separately and alone. Each holds tight to guilt and blame. Real or imagined. Upon graduating high school, Ian moves fifty miles away from the darkness at home. He begins a new life, working at Gulf Coast Oil Refinery.

Two years after Kayla’s death, neither Sarah, nor any member of the Barnes family, has put the past behind them or began the healing process. (Sarah is becoming suicidal and her husband fears for her.) Claire and Jack are on the verge of divorce. But when Ian’s life goes terribly awry, Claire and Jack are forced to re-examine their lives in order to save their marriage, help Ian, and try to find a way to bring their family back together.

**** FOUR STARS! Be warned in advance that this story is a real tear-jerker. My emotions stayed in constant flux with each good and bad situation that came to pass. The story is told (mainly) by three characters: Ian, Claire, and Jack. The name of the character being followed is noted at the beginning of each new section. My only problem is that everyone is so sensitive, even after two years. They are scared to risk communicating with each other and possibly making things worse. But there is no way for family members to move forward until they do, so events escalate. I like how the author included Sarah in the story and kept me, as the reader, in the loop about how she was doing.

This is not the type of story that Linda Barrett normally writes. If you are expecting a sweet or suspenseful romance, you are destined for disappointment. This time Barrett deals with a parent’s worst nightmare. Her talent in storytelling will keep your nerves raw and your eyes moist as you silently yearn for the people involved to recover from each devastating blow they receive. By the end, I was filled with a warm glow and had a silly smile spread across my face. Linda Barrett will take your emotions on an unpredictable roller coaster ride. ****

Reviewed by Detra Fitch of Huntress Reviews.

My comment- I went through three kleenexes just reading the review, not getting the book, but I thought some of y’all might enjoy it.

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As The Crow Flies (The DI Nick Dixon Crime Series)

Amazon reader review: Okay, I’m now a Damien Boyd fan. I wasn’t really sure what to expect with Damien’s book “As the Crow Flies.” I knew I loved the cover depicting crows flying about an early morning or late evening sky, with a rock climber cantilevered obviously very high up from the edge of a rock. I believe I’ve dreamt of that rock, and it wasn’t a good dream either.
It didn’t take long for me to “get into” the fast paced page turning story of a police investigator who is investigating the death, by falling, naturally, off that rock, of his old rock climbing partner. Nick, the cop, is investigating Jake’s (the fallen climber’s) accidental death where his rope came undone on a dangerous section of the climb.
Seems the knot holding the chap to the wall had come loose. Bummer. Nick is not buying the accidental theory. Says the inspector: “It’s not a mistake Jake would make… We’ve always used to use a reef knot with a half hitch either side.”
It’s a beautiful but serious police procedural story in the British style that Damien is offering us, and one I will keep recommending every chance I get. It’s not to be missed so I’m giving it the highest marks possible.

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Back on Murder (A Roland March Mystery Book #1)

Over 900 reviews with a solid 4 star average.

Det. Roland March is a homicide cop on his way out. But when he’s the only one at a crime scene to find evidence of a missing female victim, he’s given one last chance to prove himself. Before he can crack the case, he’s transferred to a new one that has grabbed the spotlight–the disappearance of a famous Houston evangelist’s teen daughter.

With the help of a youth pastor with a guilty conscience who navigates the world of church and faith, March is determined to find the missing girls while proving he’s still one of Houston’s best detectives.

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Scent of Lilacs, The (The Heart of Hollyhill Book #1)
Jocie Brooke has never wanted for love, despite the fact that she hardly remembers her mother. Jocie’s father, preacher David Brooke, has done his best to be both father and mother to his daughter. Even Jocie’s spinster Great-aunt Love, who’s slowly going senile, cares for Jocie in her own stern way. But in their small town of Hollyhill, Kentucky, painful secrets lie just beneath the surface, and inquisitive spirits discover surprising truths. There’s a reason why Aunt Love hides behind black dresses and a stoic countenance. And David takes his morning walks not just for quiet solitude, but to wrestle with the past.

Full of stories of lost loves and the trials of small-town living, this heartwarming novel explores the journey of faith and family.

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8 Reasons Your Life Matters

“If I were to disappear, would anybody notice?”

Each of us has asked that question in dark, honest moments.

In his first nonfiction book, 8 REASONS YOUR LIFE MATTERS, bestselling author John Herrick combines personal struggles with biblical insight. Injecting eight chapters with humor, memoir moments, and a postmodern perspective on life, Herrick shares eight reasons your life matters:

Your Life is More Permanent than Your Struggles
God Sees You Differently than You See Yourself
You Have a Destiny
You are Remembered, not Forgotten
You Were Someone’s First Pick
Your Absence Would Leave a Permanent Hole
People Need to See You Overcome
You are Loved and Valued

Eight solid reasons to give life one more chance. Eight reasons your life matters.

Join John Herrick, author of the novels From The Dead and The Landing, and discover fresh purpose for your life.

For readers who enjoy best sellers by John Maxwell, Joyce Meyer, and Joel Osteen.

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The New Jesus: How to keep your faith strong in the modern world (Faith and modern life)

The world we live in is an ever changing place, keeping your faith in it can be very challenging. In this life journey we can only do our best to stay on the right track, filling ourselves with unconditional love.

When we talk about our love to God there are no shortcuts. This is a way of life and you will do mistakes and stumble along the way.

In this short book we talk about our love to Jesus and try to help you understand better the challenges in the modern and fast changing world we live in.

We will try together to focus our minds on issues that we all have encountered during our life and try to help you with some guidelines and insights.
The final purpose is to give you some additional tools in your tool box that will help you becoming a better believer in your daily day life when you walk in God’s path.

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Pursuit (A Tale of Bishop’s Island)

What would you do for the person you love? That is the question Ryan Rayburn faces after his wife, Aryn, is abducted. Turning his back on what he believes, Ryan clings to the idea that he can right the wrongs of his tragic past with one brave and dangerous act. A clue Aryn left behind sends him on a desperate journey across Bishop’s Island to save her.

Few know the legends of Bishop’s Island better than historian Aryn Rayburn. Since its settlement, Bishop’s Island has been shrouded in secrecy. Nathaniel Bishop built his empire in the Pacific Northwest on stolen Civil War gold and the oppression of his fellow islanders. Three heroes led an uprising that brought Bishop and his henchmen to justice, but the gold was never recovered. For six generations since, the citizens of the island have tried to bury their beginnings, yet the bloodlines of the first epoch have remained interconnected.

As a descendant of one of the families responsible for overthrowing Bishop, Aryn learns that her abduction is connected to the very secrets on which the island was founded. Her knowledge makes her the perfect key to finding Bishop’s gold and solving the mystery behind a bridge collapse the day she was born. Relying on remarkable intelligence and the faith that led her through great trial, Aryn risks her life to protect a secret that, if revealed, could prove catastrophic to those she loves the most, especially Ryan.

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God: As He Longs for You to See Him

In this down-to-earth exercise in evangelical theology, Ingram, a radio show host and CEO of the Atlanta-based organization Walk Through the Bible, makes the case that understanding the character of God as He reveals Himself is the most important task facing new Christians and seasoned believers alike. Noting that his analysis is meant to be devotional and practical rather than comprehensive, Ingram focuses on seven traits attributed to God: goodness, sovereignty, holiness, wisdom, justice, love and faithfulness. Although Ingram relies on the work of evangelical heavyweights like C.S. Lewis and A.W. Tozer to make his points, his primary sources in answering questions about such conundrums as why God allows suffering or the nature of Christ’s sacrificial atonement for sin are the Old and New Testaments. One caveat: though Ingram’s style is accessible and often engaging, his methodical and rather pedagogical style may narrow his potential audience to readers comfortable with the traditional language of conservative apologetics. Suitable for personal or group study, the end of each chapter on God’s attributes includes an inspirational quotation, a prayer and a devotional anecdote.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

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Reimagining Church: Pursuing the Dream of Organic Christianity

Author Frank Viola gives readers language for all they knew was missing in their modern church experience. He believes that many of today’s congregations have shifted from God’s original intent for the church. As a prominent leader of the house church movement, Frank is at the forefront of a revolution sweeping through the body of Christ. A change that is challenging the spiritual status quo and redefining the very nature of church. A movement inspired by the divine design for authenticity community. A fresh concept rooted in ancient history and in God Himself.

Join Frank as he shares God’s original intent for the church, where the body of Christ is an organic, living, breathing organism. A church that is free of convention, formed by spiritual intimacy, and unbound by four walls.

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Taiwanese Drama Review: Just You

just you posterJust You – a Taiwanese drama, rom-com genre.  I started this review early on in the drama when I could say with a clear conscience that cuteness and quirkiness abound.  I wanted to tell you that what  really makes this drama is primarily the actors, the main characters, and a few of the side characters who are extra special.   I could confess that it’s the basic Asian Rom-Com Drama formula, but with some very sweet little beats that feel real and sincere tossed in the salad of rom-com frothiness like the sweet goodness of sunflower seeds.  I could say that even though it dragged a few times – and the goldfish! Oh, my word, the goldfish.  Priceless.

And then we took a detour to crazy-town.   At first I thought it was just going to be a touch of noble idiocy, and then it turned out to be more like a plague than a touch.  There was the annoying old flame who shows up, unable to let things go, but since we had gone to crazy-town, we apparently unpacked our bags, because she wasn’t just annoying.  She was the psychotic second female lead who is just sure she can magically force main male lead to love her even though that train left the station ages ago and the tricks she’s using wouldn’t induce a love starved orphan to give her the time of day. Plus, Psycho-girl had a boyfriend.   We didn’t just unpack our bags at Crazy-town, we bought a house and moved in.   But before we got to crazy-town and after we finally left it, this drama was a lot of sweet, cute, mostly clean, fun.

Just you coupleIt’s a forced proximity setting- I love these. About the only thing I love better is when they get married first for some bogus reason that wouldn’t ever happen in the real world, and then fall in love after the wedding.  Yes, I know that’s not exactly realistic, but I don’t want dramas for doses of reality.   But anyway, this is just your basic scenario where a chain of unavoidable and probably not entirely likely circumstances and a touch of pig-headedness force them to spend a lot of time together.  Why?  Well…..

SHE paid her rent in full and has 3 months left on her contract. HE bought the house when it was foreclosed, not realizing it had a tenant (one of his underlings actually did the groundwork for the purchase and neglected to do all of his homework).

Neither is willing to leave, and legally, he can’t ignore her contract, but she can’t ignore his ownership, so both stay in the house. And then it turns out HE is HER new boss at work. The new boss institutes an anti-dating policy between coworkers, ending a proposal practically in the making and breaking HER best friend’s heart. SHE decides to get him to fall in love with her so she can get him to revoke the anti-dating policy.

Just You cutenessYou see how this will end, of course, but there are a lot of fun and adorable hi-jinks along the way.  Of course, you also have to maneuver through a story about six episodes too long while we set up camp in crazytown with that psychotic second lead female and her stupid machinations and there’s all the teeth gnashing as you wonder why everybody doesn’t see through her, and why this character or that doesn’t just speak up and declare themselves plainly, and why, oh, why is the lead female so blasted gullible?   It’s not a perfect drama.

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Pretty much the usual formula, only toned down a bit: HE is Qui Yi- not an uber rich chaebol, just an up and coming young businessman, determined to make it after his family split over his father’s failed business in his childhood. He is crotchety and cold and hides a broken heart. SHE is Liang Liang- not a poverty stricken ‘Candy,’ but she is cheerful, friendly, affectionate, warm, cute as a bug’s ear, and her naivety and trusting soul makes her a taco short of a combo platter sometimes.

I mentioned the tedious and psychotic old flame who shows up determined to come between them. There’s also the second male lead, Dean,  who likes Cheng Liang-Liang, too, but he’s quite likable. He’s Japanese (as is the actor), and there were a lot of funny asides in Japanese, and Dean and Qui Yi have a nice little bromance going, and I do love me a good bromance.  These two are really good together.

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There are various other side characters who work at the office or are outside friends.  Some of whom I found boring and didn’t care one whit about, but some of them were terrific additions. I loved the lead female’s two best girl-friends. They were fantastic, all that a good set of galpals should be, and usually are in real life. Both dads are darlings.

just you cutest coupleLike I said, a lot of the same ingredients for this kind of thing as you will find in other dramas, but the actors really make this one extra sweet, especially after you get beyond the first episode. And there’s more than just the usual fare. There’s a hilarious scene where three men in the office are discussing what women really look for in a man. They are so confused, poor dogs. There’s another laugh-out-loud scene where a female character learns her guy has held an important piece of information in his hands all this time and never thought to tell her. She is astounded that he didn’t think she should know this, and demands to know what he was thinking. His defense? “Men don’t engage in meaningless gossip about stuff like this.” She treats that with all the scorn it deserves.

Just You familyAnd did I say quirky? There’s a bizarre little basketball game between the two male leads in the 14th epi, all with the most bizarrely chosen timing and it’s somehow supposed to prove to the rivals which of them can protect our lead female the best. Why, I don’t know, but the bromance is fun, and I suspect the quirkiness is deliberate and tongue in cheek.

Oh, so quirky, and I have only just mentioned the goldfish. I love them, and if we ever get the Cherub another set of goldfish we are naming them Shan-Shan and Ming-Ming.  The scenes with the goldfish just cracked. me. up.

The moms alternated between hilarious and a bit shrieky and unreasonable, but they weren’t outrageiously scheming and psychotic like the stereotypical K-Drama Mama.

Just You Moms Argy Bargy

 Caveats, other than the Crazy-Town issue- It’s a total chick-flick fest.   It’s almost squeaky clean for chick flick purposes.  I mean, in the first episode she steps out of the bathroom with a towel on, and a few minutes later he walks in to what he thought was an empty house. The towel gets dropped in the ensuing surprise, but most of this is implied, not openly shown. Later there’s a scene where she’s washing his hair for him because he has a broken arm, and he asks her not to stick her chest in his fact. But it’s not a sensuous scene by any means. She’s just wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts and he’s really only nervous because he’s starting to like her.

Just You shavingThere’s a scene in the same episode where she tries to help him bathe by having him sit in the tub with the curtain drawn and his cast up out of the water, and she uses a long handled scrub brush to essentially help him get clean without seeing or touching him. That goes about as well as expected and he kicks her out so he can deal with the pain of being accidentally smacked in a most uncomfortable place by that scrub brush.

There’s a couple scenes where people get drunk. There’s a naked cupid statue who ends up getting used as a post it note bulletin board.  but if I were watching this with my whole family (who couldn’t be hogtied and convinced to watch it no matter how much I paid them anyway), the only scenes I’d skip are the towel scene in the first episode, a couple bath/shower scenes, and the final scenes of the last episode where they decide (SPOILER, but really, DUH) that since they are engaged they should start sleeping together. Sigh.

Think about the goldfish, the goldfish.

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