This is how much I want to get out of bed today. How much I want to March forth on March fourth.
I’m just over here waiting to duck and cover from the next crazy controversy.
Potayto, potahto.
Felines with headwear.
Streets named for trees.
“Judge not” twisted to serve one’s own whims. Say something unbecoming of a good comrade (and good luck figuring out what that is), and you’ll be canceled.
Iron sharpens iron. Marshmallows don’t do that.
Granted, marshmallows are more tasty.
I thought healthy debate was, well, healthy. Questioning, challenging, discussing – as long as it’s not done in a hateful way – is what we do, right? How we learn from each other? How in relationships of any kind we keep each other accountable?
I’ve been informed, though, that any hint of disagreement equates to shaming people. And shaming anyone is an offense punishable by death.
By the way, I disagree.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. ~Hebrews 12:1-3
