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- Nikkiana

Last night was freezing. It’s in the 90’s in Monroe. I sure don’t miss hot Monroe, but Spokane hasn’t really been all that great weather-wise. This is normally the best place to be this time of year.

I am amazed at the amount of flack I get for not going to Auburn Avenue. People take it as a personal insult that my beliefs are different than they once were.

I am finding “reformed catholicity” to be an odd thing. Why is there the need to express being “reformed?” I am reformed. It’s not something that really comes up in my own “catholic” endeavors.

I hate that I have to qualify everything. I can’t wait til I can password protect this blog so that the people that come here just to find something critical to say about me will have nothing to read.

I love watching my child move with her mother’s stomach. She’s very still whenever I talk to her.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the Resurrection…not about details like sex, or anything like that. I couldn’t care less whether we have coitus in the Resurrection or not. Sorry, I have bigger concerns. I can’t wait to have true friendship with Christian jerks (honestly, I don’t really care, but I’m trying to convince myself that this is a good thing. Of course, I’m a Christian jerk to a lot of people). I can’t wait until I can love everyone the way I love my six-year-old sister-in-law or Helen Bryson (an 92 y/o lady at Salem who says I give the best hugs).

I can’t wait to talk with old friends. Life is so divisive. So many things in life divide. Distance. Relationships. Doctrines. I yearn for the unity that isn’t possible at this time in our history. I wish it weren’t so. I still love you all.For the unity of all, let us pray to the Lord. Lord, have mercy.

After moving back to the South, I can’t believe the amount of racism. Don’t get me wrong. It works both ways. I haven’t always felt this way. I remember when I used to read Jon Barlow’s comments and get so annoyed because I thought he blew race relations out of proportion. But they really are bad here. It saddens me how many things we do to promote it…how easy it is to flick a racial joke out of our mouths and say, “It’s just a joke.”

On the other hand, I find it so sad that Spokane is so white. Different cultures really add to the experience of life.

I’m amazed at how people spend more time criticizing differences than celebrating differences. Why is being different offensive?

I’d like to sell half my books. Many of them just aren’t useful to me anymore. I have a good thousand books in my work office that I could live without. Okay, honestly, I just don’t want to pack them the next time we move.