tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878914472051909043.post7709010754242004711..comments2024-01-12T12:39:47.241-08:00Comments on The Christian Monist: An Ingenuous Apologetic (. . . or why I still believe that Christianity is true . . . or more true) Part IUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878914472051909043.post-83291997499938345582012-02-27T19:05:56.281-08:002012-02-27T19:05:56.281-08:00Those blogs seem to be the work of real profession...Those blogs seem to be the work of real professionals while I'm the amateur. But it is nice to know there are others who reside in the same universe.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03457723022566193014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878914472051909043.post-52882771793505938862012-02-27T16:04:44.799-08:002012-02-27T16:04:44.799-08:00great post. here are some blogs that i think you w...great post. here are some blogs that i think you would like. they takcle things at ground zero :<br /><br />The piety that lies between - eric reitmans blog.<br /><br />Experimental theology - Richard Becks blog<br /><br />you can find them via google.Tapjinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878914472051909043.post-85435187003154689422012-02-27T11:50:25.408-08:002012-02-27T11:50:25.408-08:00I am interested in the topics of your website and ...I am interested in the topics of your website and wondered if there is a way for me to contact you via e-mail. My address is rplasterer@theird.org. <br /><br />Thank you, <br /><br />Rick PlastererRick Plasterernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878914472051909043.post-46216866831259332462012-02-27T07:22:39.198-08:002012-02-27T07:22:39.198-08:00I knew that something was different with me even i...<i>I knew that something was different with me even in elementary school. I'm not sure what it was. It wasn't intelligence as there are plenty of people more intelligent than me, especially when it comes to language (vocabulary, articulation and the memorization of facts). But I had this deep sense of reason that my friends didn't seem to have. I also had, meshed with the reason, a deep desire for and insight into brute honesty. It is hard to explain.</i><br /><br />It's called "Growing Up Martian". For whatever reason, you were able to see what Everybody Knows Is Normal and True from the Outside. You were able to see their blind spots (and they're called blind spots for a reason; only an outsider can see them).<br /><br />Or, using the symbology of the Tarot deck, you were The Fool. The Fool sees the hidden meanings, but others KNOW he's crazy -- "See the sun going down? Well the eyes in his head see the world spinning round..."<br /><br />Or, as Homer Simpson would shout it out: "NERD!!!!!"<br /><br />Headless Unicorn GuyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com