Standing in the Gap in a Society that's Warring with God.

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

March 1st, 2010 Viewed 2589 times


You don’t get to the point where you’re almost Miss USA by being ugly.  It’s not based on your character or how fun you are to be with that you find yourself named Miss California.

There’s only one reason that these types of competition feature swimsuits, formal wear and offer money for cosmetic surgery and that has nothing to do with what’s on the inside.

And what is on the inside is what is most important.

10 Lessons from Carrie Prejean

February 24th, 2010 Viewed 1828 times

93201_misscaliforniausacarrieprejeanattendsapressconferenceattrumptoweronmay122009innewyorkcity1It occurred to me this morning, as I was preparing for the day, that the situation that Carrie Prejean finds herself in offers us many lessons as to how people, especially Christians, have to live circumspectly in this present age.

Specifically, there are 10 things that I believe that you and I should consider and keep in mind with the culture the way that it is, and over the next few days I’d like to look at them—for some of them we do, some of them we think we’d never do, but we do things like them, and others we need to be aware of.

Life is Like a Bag of Skittles

October 29th, 2004 Viewed 3887 times
HDR image of Skittles.

HDR image of Skittles. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the summer of 1994, I attended the Csehy Summer School of Music, down in Muncy, Pennsylvania (it has since moved). Getting prepared for the two weeks I would be spending there, and actually having everything I needed were two different things. Upon arriving at Csehy, I realized that I was indeed missing something, and my parents volunteered to go over to the nearby mall to purchase the needed materials. They dropped them off while I was in a planned activity, and when I return, I noticed that they had also bought for me a bag of Skittles. I was amazed, and greedily tore open the bag, ripping it down the side, and causing Skittles to pour out of the bag, and onto my bed. I left them there until it was time for bed. I tried my best to get as many Skittles back into the bag as possible, and I stuffed them into the drawer with all my clothes.

The next day, all throughout the day, I was digging into the bag of Skittles, and each time I took some more out, some Skittles would fall into my drawer. I thought nothing of this, and continued to eat the Skittles, even the ones that had fallen into my drawer. Days passed, and with the heat and humidity of that week, the Skittles began to melt. I was beginning to figure out that, unlike those chocolate M&Ms which melt in your mouth and not in your hand, Skittles would melt in my drawer. Late in the week, I noticed that some of my clothes began to have new, colorful markings on them, in sort of circular patterns . . . Skittles! By this time, the Skittles had proceeded to melt onto a dress shirt, a sweat shirt, a sweater, a pair of jeans, and other articles of clothing. Instead of how many fruit flavor combinations, it was how many color combinations!


Standing in the Gap in a Society that's Warring with God.