The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
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I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.
This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.
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Umm...Well, there you go.
I always figured Paul knew b/c one tends to "know" things in dreams--or b/c perhaps he said, "Come over and help us in Macedonia." Or he was wearing Macedonian clothes.
I don't know. I'm sure your soccer jersey theory is much more plausible. :P
Yeah... I'm going with the "Come over to Macedonia and help us" part.
That's kinda a give-away to me. :)
That's what I thought, too, but since our Bible class teacher seemed confused, I thought maybe it was a general mystery. :)
Heh...he probably forgot that phrase is in there--if it is. (I think it is...)
purachi - some kind of expensive, tiny Italian handbag?
It is in there, in fact, and what is really remarkable is that NO ONE in the room mentioned that when he asked, "How did Paul know the man was from Macedonia?" I just said the soccer jersey thing 'cause, you know, I'm a smart aleck.
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