However, the concept of dignity should be near the heart
of every believer. Whether we talk about it in terms of “sanctity of life,”
“human rights,” or “basic dignity,” there is nearly universal consensus that
human life is worth something. For those of us that believe that humanity is
designed in the image of loving, just, Creator God, we should hold to this
conviction even more seriously. However, these brief paragraphs are not
intended to determine whether or not human life is valuable, instead it is to
ask the question of “How do we value human life?”
8/14/15
Dignity
Dignity seems to be a difficult goal to achieve. Not
necessarily because it unattainable, but because it seems that we often are not
entirely sure what it means. Like “empowerment” the very mention of “human
dignity” almost seems to trigger thoughts of political and ideological
conspiracies designed to catch us in word traps and make us vote for things we’re
not even sure if we believe in by the time the syntax gymnastics are all over.
(Kind of like this sentence).
8/7/15
Yes. It does get cold in Honduras.
From the Archives: We had a good visit this week with friends Stephen and Melissa Smith. Steve and I were reminiscing about the pre-electric days (they visited prior to the arrival of the heavenly light), when I remembered that this post was in a draft from some time last year. Have a great Friday all!
For the most part, living in the un-electrified Concrete Palace when it's cool and cloudy outside is no fun. In winter, the night is;a magical, damp time of 50 degree nights and 100% humidity. Humidity of the sort that you can't see through and slips through the window panes like a smoke monster. Clean laundry won't dry for days, and when it finally does, it has the refreshing smell of clean mildew. My feet spend the hours of 3-6 AM trying to convince me stay in the warm bed (as if I need any encouragement) instead of braving the frigid floor. My mind and body pucker at the very thought of a shower. Kittens go to extreme measures to warm up.
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| A couple of years ago, on one cold afternoon we found this in the kitchen. |
For the most part, living in the un-electrified Concrete Palace when it's cool and cloudy outside is no fun. In winter, the night is;a magical, damp time of 50 degree nights and 100% humidity. Humidity of the sort that you can't see through and slips through the window panes like a smoke monster. Clean laundry won't dry for days, and when it finally does, it has the refreshing smell of clean mildew. My feet spend the hours of 3-6 AM trying to convince me stay in the warm bed (as if I need any encouragement) instead of braving the frigid floor. My mind and body pucker at the very thought of a shower. Kittens go to extreme measures to warm up.