In the dark ages, there was no middle school. We had junior high, seventh through ninth grades. I still think it’s more sane than the current system (and my alma-mater school district agrees, as it’s never converted to middle school). So, entering seventh grade, I had all the usual changes:
- A new school (one fortunately still a bike ride from my house; yes, parents, once upon a time elementary/junior high kids could actually get themselves to school).
- A new format, six or seven different classes (it was nunya years ago, who remembers?) in different parts of the building instead of spending all day in one room.
Happy New Year, everyone. Since the last two years haven’t been a lot of fun, let’s start this one with something that, if not fun, is at least not too serious. What does the Bible have to say to us as we start this new year? Here are all the 20:22’s.
Exodus 20:22—And the LORD said to Moses, “Thus you shall say to the people of Israel: ‘You have seen for yourselves that I have talked with you from heaven.’ ”
Leviticus 20:22—You shall therefore keep all my statutes and all my rules and do them, that the land where I am bringing you to live may not vomit you out.
Did you ever wish that Credence Clearwater Revival had driven past midnight clear to Detroit and made a Swamp-rock Motown Christmas album? Of course you did—and your prayers have been answered.
In light of the release of Adele’s 30 tomorrow (why we care), let’s take a trip down memory lane and revisit her first live performance after vocal cord surgery, at the 2012 Grammy’s. Someone might give a better Grammy performance one day, but I find it unlikely.
… in terms of mass, anyway.
Have you seen one of those pretty color-coded BMI charts lately? As of today, I’ve moved into one of those green squares. Now, it’s an edge green square, with a yellow square next to it, looking ominous and whispering “Danger, Will Robinson, danger!” But, still, it’s green.
A year ago, I was in one of those orange Whataburger-colored squares, of which a contributing cause may or may not have been Whataburgers. I was a semi-permanent resident; I had been in that square for ten years or so—there were pictures on the wall, a well-lived in couch, and stacks of chocolate in the closet.