I'm in a little bit of a melancholic mood tonight.

Here's something that bothers me: books that misrepresent Christianity. I was reading a James Michener novel a while back and in the course of some exchange a Church of England clergyman says something like "Christians believe in Jesus, and He is long dead." It's like, people trust books, especially well-known authors, and when Christianity is completely misrepresented like that, seems to me it could have a damaging effect, perhaps even more so than if an author just raved about how nonsensical Christianity is. At least represent what we believe correctly. I could accept, "Christians believe that Jesus died and rose again, but I think that's hogwash." At least they've told us what Christians actually believe, instead of utterly minimizing it.

I’m teaching Vacation Bible School this week. It’ll be interesting, I’ve got 7th and 8th graders, but I think they’re all from church, no community kids. So we’ll see if we can’t have some fun and learn too.

Listen to this hopelessness: “Somebody, somewhere, love me!”

This was from the diary of the famous atheist Madalyn Murray O’Hair. To me that makes perfect sense, if you’re an atheist it seems like you could fairly easily get to the point of feeling completely apart from anything resembling love. And if you got to that point, what could you do but cry out for it, desperately.

I wonder how I would respond if I, like her, felt that no one on this earth cared at all for me. Would my faith in a real God and a personal Savior carry me through? It better, because if it wouldn’t, I don’t think my faith is real. All I can talk of is my experience, and my experience is very positive as far as the support and security of a Friend Who is always there.

In other news, I like toasted cheese sandwiches. With lots of ketchup.