The Christian Vanguard

Note: I started this post as a non-Catholic. But then I stopped. I converted, and thought it wasn't necessary for me to finish this anymore. I want to review two other books, and I want to finish this review before I move on, for integrity's sake. Ferguson’s next target is the priesthood. This is not a doctrine that especially thrills me, and I suspect there is much equivocation happening on Ferguson’s part, looking at words and what they mean to denote what a thing is over looking at what the function of a thing is first and then putting its title secondary.  Also, Ferguson dismisses the Catholic explanation as “just human reasoning” and so debating the issue is not necessary; the topic is ceded. But I will briefly touch on it and move on.

I love to see people in love. I love weddings, I love couples, I love love. This is odd because I myself haven't been in a relationship for years, and not for lack of trying. I've heard this common piece of advice, "Maybe you're not compatible with this person." I want to examine this. 

I found this in my living room the other day. My little sister, Emma, made it for my mom. Most people would go, "Awwwww..." but not me. No, philosophy has turned me into a jerk. So I guess I should say that I get what my sister is trying to communicate, though, strictly speaking, this shouldn't be said. Why not? 

I control every part of my body. Punch me in the face, and you have punched me. Shoot me in the foot, and you have shot me. I am present at every part of my body. If you were to cut off my toe, I would no longer be present with that toe. Just because other things are present, like cells, bacteria, blood, etc., it doesn't mean I am not there or that I am the cells or I am the blood. We might be able to understand God's omnipresence the same way. This might panentheism though, and I could totally be wrong. Thoughts welcome.

I had to do a personal essay for my journalism class. I procrastinated on my first draft, and wrote it on the bus ride to school. However, upon reflection, I decided that there was much more to the story, and radically revised it. In my final draft here, I let the world know how I really felt about the situation. Here is it. Massive Mistake I know I am fat, and I try to not bring this fact to other people’s attention. XXL shirts cost a few dollars more, but who looks at me and seriously considers how much I paid for my clothes? It is hard to find belts my size, but who knows by looking at me how much time I spent looking for an adequate belt? My feet are a bit wider, but who notices that I never wear those narrow Converse shoes? My point is, I do not wear a sign that announces, “Fatty.” I do not wish to be different, and I do not want attention brought to me and my weight. Yet, on the other hand, I do want this attention.