Contempt wears many faces | A Dream, Part 3

If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
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If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »
Can we reason or debate our way to the truth about ourselves and God? George MacDonald doesn’t think so. My comments follow.
July 27
The love of thee will set all notions right.
Right save by love no thought can be or may;
Only love’s knowledge is the primal light.
Questions keep camp along love’s shining coast—
Challenge my love and would my entrance stay;
Across the buzzing, doubting, challenging host,
I rush to thee, and cling, and cry: Thou know’st.George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress Press 1994

Calling all Muffin, Cupcake and Kookie Monsters! Dance ’til you Drop!
I love blogging! Why? Because I’m having fun, doing what my heart tells me to do, at least most of the time.
Three things stand out when I think about this past year. Read the rest of this entry »
CNN reported this out today with an interview and more details about this incident. Take a look right here. Also, check out the short text below the video. Most of the passengers were women! Yes, there were also men. And most of the passengers were women!
To see my post yesterday about this event, click here.
So why is this important? It raises the bar high when it comes to courage and risk-taking in our highly charged global situation. With you, I’m starving for stories like this. Indeed, we’re all starving for proactive kindness and solidarity with people we may not even know. Strangers, and neighbors near and far.
Thanks, CNN!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 22 December 2015

I’m so nostalgic today I can scarcely bear it! It’s a good feeling, though. The kind I get from looking at old photos. Here are several Read the rest of this entry »

By fall 1974 the number of women enrolled in Fuller Seminary’s three schools (Theology, Psychology, and World Mission) had grown to about 50. Male students numbered well over 500.
The Ph.D. event I attended highlighted what was missing at the seminary: Read the rest of this entry »

Altadena, California style, Sept 1973. Dresses by Elouise; D’s tie by a friend.
Nothing like the experience I describe in Part 5 and Part 6 ever happened again. Going to seminary, and to Fuller Seminary in particular, was the most wonderful thing I could have done at that time of my life.
Nonetheless, this post is also about hard stuff. Read the rest of this entry »

My dream is calling out to me. If I take the dream as reality, it’s already too late! There I am with those young girls and women in a relatively safe place. What do I do? Nothing, really. Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, two days after the December 2 San Bernardino attack, I had a vivid dream. I’ve been puzzling over it for several days. In the meantime, public rhetoric and political talk about what to do and not do about terrorism Read the rest of this entry »

Why write about this now? Because the issue raised by my professor didn’t go away. To his credit, he raised an important issue. Pornography. Yet even if there had been only men Read the rest of this entry »