The sky is the most beautiful color of intense dusty blue right now--it would go perfectly with a lemon-yellow moon. D'ya know what? I think if we weren't made in God's image, we wouldn't be artists at heart. And for a totally random thought--isn't it strange to think that without light, colors don't even exist?

I'd like to post some pictures on here. What should I take pictures of? (Assuming, that is, that I can get our...well--*cough cough*--Dad's...digital camera to work.)

Bryan's posting again!

I was thinking today about the "age of accountability" theory propounded to explain what happens to infants when they die. I've read a lot of different opinions, and I think the opponents of this "age of accountability" are correct in that as we are born in sin, we (1) can sin even as little babies, and thus (2) deserve hell. Yet on the other hand, there is a sufficient basis in scripture to assume that there is an "age of understanding", at which a child becomes old enough to, as it says in Isaiah 7, "refuse evil and choose good". There is a tension, then, between these two facts about human (and baby) nature that the Bible does not clearly resolve.

However, I think we can find the answer. I think our evidence for one view or another lies in God's nature, as revealed in scripture. God is just, but God is merciful. He does not deal with us as we deserve. James 2:13 says "[M]ercy triumphs over judgment."

The more I know God, the more I find a basis for believing that, as it says in James, His love wins out over justice--God's love is higher, deeper, broader and wider than anything we know of--and because of this I see the answer to my question to be an easy one.

I think those who try to answer the question by dealing with the technical aspects of the Law make a mistake. Do we deserve to die? Yes. Does God give us what we deserve? No! He satisfies His justice by paying the price Himself--and His love and grace is then free to work on us.

Is my God a god who sends babies to Hell?--babies who do not even know enough to "refuse the evil and choose the good"? NO. I don't have to see it spelled out in scripture to know--I simply have to know the character of Him who is my Redeemer.

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son--
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal blade in hand,
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by a tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgy wood,
And burbled as it came.

One-two, one-two! and through and through!
The vorpal blade went "snicker-snack!"
He left it dead, and with its head
He came galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Calay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


-Lewis Carroll

It's cold today--I hope we can have a fire. Nothing's nicer on a gray winter day than to sit in front of a fire in the fireplace. And if you're me, one of the best things to do in front of the fire is to put a puzzle together--I don't know why, but that's one of the few times I love working on a puzzle. I think I'll do that this afternoon--and maybe write a letter or two.

What're you up to on a cold Sunday afternoon?