Speaking of Words

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

When the saints go marching in, they won't be carrying weapons.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

You fill my senses,
when I don't pollute them, when I don't dull them
with unwelcome abundance of things and activities.
You fill my senses,
when I free them, when I release them
from their addictions.
You fill my senses,
and then
there is room for love.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

"Don't step on my blue suede sandals!"

[The King perhaps, but no, He didn't say it.]

D. Blog: What a Word!

When we bought our house, our real estate agent (now friend, Marissa) introduced me to the term "flipping houses." Now, of course, it's all the rage, with TV shows devoted to the practice. I agree with those who criticize it. Oh, I don't know that it actually contributes to rising costs of housing, but I do know it contributes to pollution of the language.

I feel pretty certain that nobody can actually flip a house. "You choose. If it lands on the roof, your team receives. On the floor, our team does. On a side means flip again."

Personally, the only house flipping I can imagine involves bird houses.