Comment problems

FYI, I updated this blog software to the most recent version of Movable Type, and the comment features aren’t working right. No matter what I set the preferences to, every comment submitted is help for approval — which I don’t really want. I’d prefer that the comments just went up and if there is something (like spam) that I want to axe, then I’d prefer to do that after the fact.

Hopefully Six Apart, the company that provides Movable Type, is on this problem and we’ll see this fixed promptly.

Until then, continue to comment away, but you won’t see your comments right away. It’ll be until Chey or I can manually approve them.

The best vitamin for a Christian

Can you guess what it is?

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I actually saw that on a church sign tonight.

I’ve got a confession to make. I am not a good Christian. And don’t worry. I’m not leading any small groups or mentoring anyone so the health and wellbeing of the flock should be secure.

But I did a little inventory today of what I believe. It was shocking and embarassing (two r’s or two s’s?). But I think it’s true.

I don’t believe in the whole concept of “Just keep praying, just keep praying, just keep praying, praying, praying.” Really I want someone to tell me what is prayer supposed to be like? Am I the only one who has ever questioned whether I’m talking to myself? And am I the only one who doesn’t have large swathes of time with which to “lay on my face” and wait for God to do something?
Joe Canvas Shoe Christian: you have to make time. You are not doing anything more important.

Right, not chasing the children or will work for food or on the rare occasion, sleeping to get up and do it all again.

Either way, my point is that I cannot in good conscience say that I believe that when someone says “I’ll pray for you” life’s gonna get any better.

Another point. I don’t think I do so well as a Christian wife. I can’t seem to get the balance of submission and death just right. working on it, though.

It’s kind of liberating to take off my white canvas shoes for a moment.

sometimes God sucks. and if that makes me a petulant little child, so be it.

a bittersweet end.

The Folk festival was a blast. I forgot the camera. Don’t be upset. I remembered the children.

We went Sat and Sun and I think the music has been better in other years. But it is so much fun to be outside with lots of people and to be able to let the kids run and play. The folk festival is like the unofficial end to the summer festival season. so. . .

Classes start this thursday. I’ll be working monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday. I think that’s all week. I’ve lost track. I still need a sitter for thursday afternoons. Think about it. can’t pay ya, but the kids are GRRRRREAAT!