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.”
True enough.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
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,
Joe