Do You Hear What I Hear?

So goes the question in the famous Christmas song. The better question these days is “do you hear what I say,” because most of us aren’t listening.

Israel had concluded God wasn’t listening, either. The time when they had been welcomed in pharaoh’s court (Gen 47:1–6) was long gone. They had been enslaved by the Egyptians for 400 years and counting.

Four hundred years ago, the first English colony in the New World wasn’t yet a teenager. The Mayflower was still two years away from landing at Plymouth Rock. Don Quixote was thirteen years old, the King James Bible only seven.

Have We Met Before, or is That Just a Lion?

In the large “stack” of email I had waiting for me when we got back from Cambodia, one was from the Fort Worth Zoo. We are frequent zoo goers (although not as frequent as we were before the WCG moved to the other side of the world), so I clicked on the link. It took me to their Holiday Adoption page, where you can “adopt” a hippopotamus for Christmas. It wasn’t the adoption info, though, but the picture on the page that drew my eye. I’m still a bit (a lot) jet-lagged, but it looked very familiar.

Because, as it turns out, I took the picture.

The Earth Isn’t Flat, We Shouldn’t Be Either

I hate 3-D movies. The reasons are numerous:

  • They’re too dark. It’s like watching a movie with sunglasses on. (Because you are, literally, watching a movie with sunglasses on.)
  • In 999,999 movies out of 1,000,000, 3-D adds nothing to the experience.
  • They’re too dark.
  • They cost more, because the studios think we’re stupid enough to pay extra money for the “privilege” of watching a movie with sunglasses on.
  • They’re too dark.
  • Also, they’re too dark.