I tested VidAngel Sunday night with my family. We rented Creed for a total of $1, a great deal, without ever leaving my living room. But I saved much more: I got to choose which swear words and dicey scenes to “bleep” out.
“It’s harder not to love.”
I know that I should ignore unhelpful criticism, but there is one that gets under my skin. The judgment that says, “Chris Jeub, you’re faking it.” Faking joy, faking smiles, faking love. Let me respond to that.
Am I the only person who sees the lacking vision in Western thought today? It does not appear that any of our leaders (or potential leaders) has a reasonable response to the tragedy in Brussels, and a reasonable response is not too difficult to imagine.
Not sure about you, but my hairs raise when someone speaks of their “spiritual gifts.” It isn’t the recognition to the gifts that bother me. It is the all-too-common requirement that I should yield to that certain someone’s authority because of the spiritual gifting. I had to sever a friendship over this.
Is my masculinity threatened when I say Cinderella has the best scene in movie history that should move a real man to his knees? Anyone, for that matter.
This post (“My Good Life Is Pretty Dark”) was somewhat depressing. Though it was dark, I got a few personal notes of appreciation from people who were—like me—hesitant to be so public about their struggles. “I feel exactly the same way,” one friend encouraged me.
Our current educational life is extremely complicated, a mix of public, private and home education for our remaining 12 children. I have three imaginary friends whom I converse with often that keeps our complicated decisions from overwhelming us.
I’ve learned to never take seriously an image that plays to my emotions—humor and sorrow both. This gif has been shared as fact:
Do you want “the good life”? I do, too, but I’ve clunked along. I have three particular doubts that tug at me: envy, untruth and hopelessness. If your “good life” plans are rough on the edges, I bet you have these doubts, too.