This is an instead-of post. It's lame!
I could just not tell you what should be here, and then you'd not be mad at me. Or, at least, not for that. But, fool that I am....
I'm reading through a book presenting three views on God's will, and one of the chapters is written by the elder and junior Blackabys. Since last weekend I've been, ahem, strongly motivated to write a post expressing my thoughts on, and evaluation of, that chapter.
Taming my response down to post-size and form is a bit like harnessing a volcano. Twice I've tried, and twice I've just run out of time.
Life happened, family-issues happened. Two pressing time-sensitive issues happened. One I won't tell you about yet (maybe never; only if it's a "happy ending"); the other you can see today over at my blog. Since about 2/3 of you don't go there daily, I thought I'd tell you about it very briefly.
I did a review of the moving Knowing over at my hangout. A day or so after it went up, I was contacted by someone connected with the movie, asking I'd like to interview Ryne Pearson, the writer of the original screenplay on which the movie is based. After a brief (for me!) deliberation, I accepted, and spent yesterday's lunch hour in an enjoyable chat with Pearson, followed by working on the interview for much of the rest of the day's free(ish) time.
Then throw in horrible traffic, looking at refrigerators, taking my tiny tot to Cub Scouts, a chat with Frank about a bipedal annoyance or two, and... the groaning realization that I was going to come up lame on the Blackaby-view post. Again.
And I don't want the post to be lame. I feel very strongly about what I want to say. I want it to be just-so. Phil and I chatted about it. I think we see it just about the same, and I think I crisped his goatee as I gave breath to my response to the article.
So, um, sorry. Pray for me. Next week!
Still upset with me? Ooh. Maybe you could use this?
(You laugh. But tell me she doesn't make more sense than Deepak Chopra.)