I gather then, that Hubbard was no vegetarian?!
That sadly was the tale of all too many students in my university days: finding that reality did not match YECism was the number one cause of students leaving the faith.
That was outstanding. Thanks.
That or something of the kind is true.
A style not easily distinguished from someone struggling to communicate ideas not yet clearly formulated.
I’ve heard that twice used in serious sermons pointing out to people that God always works through means, so don’t be arrogant and miss what He has provided.
I have to speak up for one church and its teen “missionaries”. For starters, they don’t call themselves missionaries, they call themselves “servants” because they go to serve and in hopes that someone will ask why. The specialty is concrete-brick buildings, and they don’t work alone, they always work alongside the locals – plus they start by digging for the foundation. For many it’s the first time in their lives that they ever got a blister! As for sightseeing, they rarely had the energy at the end of a ten-hour day. Pretty much always they came back a bit tougher, a bit stronger, a bunch humbled, having been exposed to a different part of the world.
These weren’t the week or ten-day ‘missions’ I’ve seen a lot of churches do, they ran a month, and the kids did like the actual missionaries did, living the way the locals lived including eating what the locals ate.
I wish as a kid I’d had that kind of opportunity; some of those kids come back with a deep understanding of the fact that the way they understand the world isn’t the same way everyone does (or should); I don’t think I encountered the reality of different worldviews until I was in my early twenties, and I know my life was poorer for it.
A vegetarian? Lettuce hope not. Hubbard is also the name of a variety of squash. And apparently the seeds were already germinating in his attic.
They sound like wonderful young people.
Context… it’s a matter of life and death!
I love that shirt:
He also has a superb voice.
I first heard that in about 1974, but the names were “Elijah” for the parrot and “Jesus” for the Rotty.
A Lutheran college professor used it to make a point; I’ve long forgotten the point, of course!
One biology professor when I was in my university days commented on the idea that humans could be created by assembling human DNA molecule by molecule and putting it in a cell: that if all that information got sent across the stars to an alien civilization they would be unable to make viable humans because a great deal of what it is to be human resides in the DNA of the multitudes of bacteria that call our innards home – so he would say that the bacteria in our colons are evolutionarily advanced with us,
That joke reminds me of the guy who got a rescue dog from the animal shelter, and the dog had been named Jesús by his previous Latino owners, and would only answer to that name. He felt funny calling his dog “Jesus” so instead changed his name to Zeus. That way, the dog would respond when he said, “Hey, Zeus! Come here!”
Obviously God has trifocals.
Well, in accordance to my theology, he has progressive lenses.