In the hotel advertising business.
His Majesty prefers the opposite approach: (more…)
I love the American spirit of innovation.
The Liberace museum closed its doors last week, so shouldn’t there be space in the world now for a Wayne Newton museum, if not indeed a pressing need to maintain the cosmic balance? (more…)
We know that the Light of Christ is a sure guide in matters of moral truth. (more…)
Frankly, that’s why I couldn’t give a rat’s behind whether the members of the Covenant of Christ [Evangelical Presbyterian Church] think I’m Christian or not. It’s irrelevant. It doesn’t matter what the President of the United States thinks, or the Pope, or the Bishop, or even the Prophet. In fact, it really doesn’t directly matter what I think. See Matt. 7:21 The only one who even remotely gets a vote on that question is Christ himself.
That’s why I’m trying as hard as I can to live my life so that when the day finally comes that I get to actually ask Him, face to face, “Was I a Christian?”, I’ll get to see Him smile.
I’d criticize it as a tired metaphor, except that it appears not to be a metaphor: The writer, an architect, is speculating on how the Savior would literally build a house. (more…)
Presenting the Krispie Kreme bacon double cheeseburger.
Just looking at it forces me to crank down the glucose control on my front panel.