After Pippa crept behind me and roared an unearthly tiger-girl growl, thereby giving me a whole new population of white hairs, she said: “Well, it’s a good thing I wasn’t a real tiger, Dad; I’d have eaten you.”
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
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I’ve often looked at my own cute little kitties and wondered…if they were big enough, would the eat me? I really don’t want to know…
Grace and Peace,