the "herophant": Solomon and Ingrahamora smote. Freedom theology.

Solomon and Ingrahamora were smote of the reign of fire.  The Scribes and the Pharisees(Me and Lorie) were unjust to the weak.  If Biana looked back, she would be turned into a pillar of salt.

On the anniversary, as it was, of "I have a dream" his son is saying "remember your community", appealing to our common humanity, rather than trying to sew some kind of division based on personal liberty, which we've seen so much, people standing on their rights, their truth, their personal dignity.

Personal liberty matters not a jot in the long run, I've found, though we harp so much, Anderson and Chris.  We have to have that common ground, MacDonald's, on which to come together and make a consensus.  Personal liberty is the liberal justification, their own brand of "exceptionalism", but the community?

Can we not have inalienable rights as individuals plus a sense of community?  We need that sense of belonging, we need that concern for voting rights, but we need that realization that Kenosha/Genosha anger is misplaced.  We must then, find a breath of air and use our reason, because only through reason do we address policing tactics and make written, enforceable, just policy.

But Solomon and Ingrahamora.  "For even five good people would I spare this city."  Well, that's a problem; you can't find five at one time demonstrating good behavior, chief.  Laura bearing down.  Leon Weddington.  Bridesmaid Revisited.

Alicia might let me work on her Exterra.  After, I'll get it to highway speed and see how smooth that kitten is.

They are all kind of good for a feel.

(here I'm watching D Barton this morning talk about objective truth, where I was just reading Solomon, the wisest man of his time, saying there was no objective truth, but only to be good, and then no one could agree what it meant to be good.  Maybe post a meme about Chadwick Boseman?  And he amazingly, made some of those films knowing his own time was short?  How about that?)

Why, Cheever, you have something in your eye.

Let me pull the smote out of my own eye before giving you advice.

I've been, on my own time, tracing out the links between the Civil Rights movement and the Christian faith.  It didn't take long before my attention was directed to the captivity under Pharoah, and the promise of a new home land for the Hebrews, even if it would take forty years of wandering aloof in the wilderness.