Volume 16, Issue 2: Sharpening Iron
The last time we were arrested, the policeman said it was for lewd behavior. Of course it wasn't. At least not really. Policemen say some funny things. Especially in San Francisco.
While we were being driven away, we looked out the window and saw a man waggling a sign at us. It said, "No Hate Here," followed by four exclamation points. With his other hand he waggled his longest and central finger. We chuckled.
"Hey," we asked the cop in front. "Can you roll down the window back here? We need to say something to
"No," the cop said. We asked why not, but he didn't answer.
Authority figures have always misunderstood us. We only wanted to tell the expressive man that exclamatory punctuation ought to come in odd numbers. They always look funny in pairs. Of course our
finger-waving friend looked as if he was less concerned with over-similar pairs than we might be. He probably just wanted things to be symmetrical, to be the same on both sides. Slightly akimbo suits us a little better.
We prefer Risk. Or even Stratego. And when we're drinking milk, Chess. He'd prefer Go Fish or worse, travel-size Connect Four.
Our mother won't be happy. We promised we'd behave. We didn't start it. The sad woman did. And we didn't even say anything. But apparently laughing, at least laughing that way in this place, can be lewd. San Francisco is a very serious place.
We'll never get to go on choir tour.
BULLY FOR YOU, ETC.
Thank you so much for all the labors, trials, tribulations that
you've endured, for your example through them, and your ministry despite them.
I've learned much. From courtship and marriage (which I will enter into
on October 9, 2004) to reclaiming Christmas from my former
Reformed stodginess and "keeper of the true flame" mentality. The humor and
class you all write with is top notch. Please do not be discouraged by any
letters criticizing unheard tone in articles. You've changed my mind and
my fiancee's on a number of subjects by showing how truly ridiculous it was.
God bless you richly.
ON OUR HALF-BOTTOMED FUNDRAISING LETTERS
You should just send a bill.
We lost the name
Sierra San Pedro
JARED'S NOT A BULLDOG ANT
Our family's just devoured the Irony issue [16/1]. It's the first
time I've seen my homeland, New Zealand, referred to in
C/A. You should visit sometimemost of the ants are just
the regular black ones, not too scary.
I appreciated Jared Miller's article on the imprecatory psalms. The way
he dealt with the purpose of the prayers (for conversion) was insightful, as
was the understanding that the claimant is not self-righteous, but also
opening himself up to God's searching and justice.
But I think Jared held back in the final paragraph. Can the enemy we
pray against be spiritualized to being merely "unbelief"? David sings, "Do not I
hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am I not grieved with those that rise
up against thee? I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies"
139:21-22). David does not declare his hatred for the idea of God-hating,
but for the God-haters themselves. Unbelief clothes itself in flesh and blood.
Thanks for a great, stimulating publication.
Neil van der Wel
Editor's reply: You're right. We think Jared held back too. But
only because it was his turn. We try to be very balanced. One of us
holds back every issue.
I read every word of C/A that gets into my hands. Thank you for
this thought-sparking/faith-stretching/assumptions-challenging publication.
I absolutely love the humor!
Joanne B. Evans
I hope you will let us know about the April Fool's Day pranks that I
am sure went on out there. I put blue food coloring in my husband's Coffee
Mate liquidhe went to work with a blue tongue. Ha!
Fort Wayne, IN
Editor's reply: We were a little boring this year. But it's
only hibernation, nothing permanent.
I am ten years old and I enjoy reading
C/A, especially the story of Andrew. Thank you.