God Portraits
We recreate God in our image. God Portraits The Reverend Instructor stood before his pupils at the School of Sacred Painting. Today’s subject was painting portraits of God. The Reverend Instructor described the essence of God portraits, their proper angle and image. He explained the proper colors, proper design and all that was generally right or wrong with most God portraits. Then with brush in hand, he swept the canvas first in broad strokes. Over them he caressed the image with fine lines, then with detailed dabs and touches. The pupils followed his example and brushed similar God portraits….
Lance Didn’t Even Need the Drugs
I posted on Lance Armstrong last week. Get this: AP News reports that his disgraced former doctor and co-conspirator, Michele Ferrari, says that Armstrong “could have been just as successful without doping.” Gee, thanks, doc. We’re so glad to know that now–after you gave him the illegal drugs for years. I’ll bet Armstrong is thrilled to know that too. AP goes on to say: “Ferrari describes the effects of testosterone, EPO and blood transfusions, and says that had Armstrong taken testosterone in the manner and amount described by his former teammates, it would have simply had a ‘placebo effect. ….
Bronze Man Part 2
When you give of yourself, what could be the possibilities? Bronze Man …continued from Friday, Jan. 18 “To rebuild a city, we need minds to think.” “Now you’ve gone too far, Bronze Man,” growled one. “Yeah,” groused another, “too far. If we give you our minds, you’ll control us. No way. Get out of here.” Still another sniveled, “And for this you will again promise us a new city?” “Yes. You have said it.” “You’re dangerous, Bronze Man,” one shouted. “Get away from our city.” “Who will give me their mind?” Silence fell. A shuffle in the crowd. A…
If You Were Lance
After years of vehement denial, Lance Armstrong finally fesses up and admits his sin of using performance-enhancing drugs to win his cycling competitions. This is a good thing. Honesty is first step toward redemption. Good for you, Lance. But sometimes doing the right thing comes with a price tag. Tweet
Bronze Man Part 1
When you give of yourself, what could be the possibilities? A young man, strong and lean, bronzed as from out of a fire, appeared in the city. Around him churned honking taxis, rumbling trains, grinding trucks, and huffing, sweat-drenched bodies bustling through caverns of concrete, glass, and steel. He walked to the city hall, where men and women marched up and down a hillside of steps, past pillars and heavy doors. They wore dark suits and stiff white collars that choked them. In their briefcases were documents, signatures, and stamps of power. The Bronze Man turned away. He walked through…
