My Lovely Dwelling Place

Batman, Trump, and Anger in the Heart of Fools             The nice thing about writing a blog is that you don’t really have to know anything to do it.  Having some talent at writing might be a plus, but real knowledge?  Not so much.  Having opinions, thoughts to share, a desire for expression, or a cause all help, but wisdom?  I don’t know.  But we’re in the age of social media!  Everyone and anyone can make their opinion known, have their claim to fame, and state their “fact” with confidence.  Someone will believe them.  What is truth?             About a month ago I saw the new Batman movie with my fan girl daughter and sons.  The theme revolved around Batman’s extreme anger toward Superman for trashing Gotham and harming the innocent.  Batman’s anger led him to do some uncharacteristic things while plotting the demise of Superman.  He was pretty emotional throughout, with flashbacks and tormented memories.  There were even visions or hallucinations or something.  Admittedl

Behind and Before I volunteered recently to share yet another devotional, this time with our homeschool group in honor of our last meeting for this school year.  It would be a mixed crowd of young people and their parents.  Then I started thinking, what could I possibly say that anyone would be interested in hearing?  I wanted these kids and their parents, to know how much God loves them – how well He knows them – how much He is invested in them.  Then I started to remember what life was like for me some thirty-seven years ago.             I wasn’t the happiest sixteen year-old.  I didn’t grow up in a Christian home.  I certainly wasn’t homeschooled.  My dad was absent most of the time, and my mom was emotionally abusive.  I wasn’t a bad kid, but I wasn’t anything special either.  I was prone to depression.                As Ephesians chapter 2:1-3 states – And you were dead in your trespasses and sins, in which you formerly walked according to the course of this world, ac