My confessions start when I was very young. It all started with the maroon polyester pantsuit. Feeling ugly and uncomfortable, I remember sitting on the sidewalk refusing to go anywhere in that garish monster of an outfit, wishing I could scrape the itchy thing off like Job’s boils. And then the persistent diet of fried eggs in the morning. Is anything worse than the viscous undercooked egg white slipping down the throat? It became clear to me that it was time to part ways. I filled the old stained Samsonite suitcase with all my belongings and somehow managed to haul…
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Naked and Afraid: The Genesis Episodes The red squiggly lines of spell check lets me know that unshaming is not a word, and I am a disgrace for using it. Even my computer shames me. Shaming others has become something of a national pastime. Even our country, the United States is famous for baseball, apple pie, and internet humiliation. I suppose that shame’s allure is in the illusion of control. If we mortify people effectively enough, then they won’t do things that either they ought not or that we wish they wouldn’t. But how effective is it really? How safe…
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If I were Eve, I might have been tempted to divorce Adam. Not that I advocate divorce, but I hate disloyalty, and Adam threw Eve under the bus. And not just any bus, the Almighty God bus. “It was the woman. The one you made for me,” Adam whined, “ She made me do it.” I know the scriptures about how hard it is to live with a nagging wife, but a critical husband should definitely been included. If I had a say in the writing of the Bible, there would be a number of proverbs that would read…