Recently Robert and I were driving back from a day adventure at the fascinating Webb Wildlife Management Area in Garnett, SC when we looked off to the right and saw this …
Yes, I know, the scene is difficult to see clearly. So HR pulled to the side of the road, and we walked nearer.
But the brush was SO thick, and we couldn’t get very close.
Two old cars hidden in the woods.
There has to be a story here somewhere.
And that’s my hidden-story Saturday Evening Post.
As I mentioned before, Robert and I are staying at an old farmhouse in Effingham County, Georgia while our Savannah apartment is being renovated.
Here are a few photos to give you a taste of the personality of the farmhouse.
Marveling this morn at … Sunlight on Robert.
While our Downtown Savannah place is undergoing a much-needed kitchen and living room renovation, HR and I will be staying “out in the country” in an old farmhouse that belonged to the grandparents of a good friend of ours.
But back to Robert.
From December 1-25, I’ll be sharing a quote and its truth from John Fugelsang’s Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person’s Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists and Flock-Fleecing Frauds, the book Robert and I are currently and fascinatingly reading.
An odd Advent Calendar, of sorts.
Today Fugelsang reminds us that “The God of the Bible consistently takes an unambiguously compassionate stance toward immigrants and strangers.
Jesus commands individuals and nations to welcome the stranger and warns they’ll be judged by how well they do it.
Cruelty to immigrants, while deeply popular today, violates those tedious woke themes of compassion, justice, and inclusivity in both Old and New Testaments.
And before our conservative friends get upset, I acknowledge that societies need to have restrictions on who can enter. I’m not calling for open borders or amnesty; that was Ronald Reagan. But people can support restrictions on immigration without weaponizing the Bible to smear refugees or asylum seekers as criminals.
Humans don’t need to hate or scapegoat immigrants, and Christ followers aren’t technically allowed to.” p. 165
Thank you, John Fugelsang. Very True!
I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but when the guards weren’t looking, HR somehow managed to “confiscate” Van Gogh’s spectacular masterpiece (on the day of our ninth anniversary, no less). Then with his uncanny abilities, dastardly reduce the treasure to pin/brooch size!
He obviously didn’t think I would notice his new “pin” (he has a zillion).
But I did.
Here we are this morn at our hotel’s breakfast, Robert so casually enjoying his coffee, watching the news, not realizing I was documenting evidence.
Now I must decide what to do about all his travel shenanigans.
Today, December 9, marks the 9th Anniversary of … Us.
Nine years ago today …
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We’re now on a week Anniversary Getaway that started with a busy weekend in Atlanta and continued on to the neatest little boutique hotel in downtown Philadelphia.
Today, HR and I are taking the Amtrak …
… an hour away to a cold New York City for an Anniversary Day Trip.
First stop …
Then the subway to a NYC museum we have never visited …
Fascinating!
On to our Anniversary Meal at Del Frisco’s Grille, Rockerfeller Plaza.
Indeed, a Happy Anniversary.
So this afternoon, HR (Husband Robert, to the uninitiated), Ex-wife Donna and I went to see the current top-grossing film in the nation, Wicked: For Good.
We got our popcorn and headed for Auditorium One, when we decided we REALLY needed photo documentation (well, perhaps I alone decided that, but HR and Donna went along).
In a weird way, just the three of us out together on a movie date is … Defying Gravity.
“It’s time to try defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you can’t pull me down”
I Have Been.
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