What we're gonna do right here is go back.

[derien]

Way back.  Back into time.  When the only people who existed were cavemen.  Neanderthals.  Troglodytes.

No, wait.  Let's stop at two years ago.

Zen reminded me of daegaer's essay, written two years ago, on what the Bible says on homosexuality, Straining at Gnats, and since I didn't know how to do memory entries then (duh) I've just got around to memory markering it. 

She was inspired to write this by Real Live Preacher. 

Comments

[bravecows.livejournal.com]

Whoa, it's so weird to see my real name here. :)

Was it two years ago? Two whole years! Dude, unreal. I feel aaaancient.

[derien.livejournal.com]

Maybe not quite two whole years, since it was written in September, so a year and a half, about. But, dude, don't feel ancient - I'm old enough to be your mother! That just boggles my mind, sometimes. I refuse to grow up, dammit.

[bravecows.livejournal.com]

You aren't! Or anyway you woulda been an absurdly young mother, so.

[derien.livejournal.com]

Heh, and even though I know it's your real name, I guess I was referring to it as the name of your other blog - because you didn't personally remind me, it was something you posted in your blog, so your blog reminded me. Or something like that.

[tootsiemuppet.livejournal.com]

Thank you for that link (*bookmarks*). This ties in strangely to my day where half of it has been spent talking about lesbian artists and singers and the other half about biblical canon.

Really, if you carry on like this, you're going to make me fangirl the woman as well...

[derien.livejournal.com]

You mean you don't? *gives you the glazed eyes fanatic look*

[tootsiemuppet.livejournal.com]

*takes a couple of steps back*

Meep.

[derien.livejournal.com]

But, Sister Gilly, we love you. We don't want you to perish in eternal torment. We must bring you into the fold.

Wait. Wait. Don't run. It's for the best.

[tootsiemuppet.livejournal.com]

Yikes!

*bolts*

[derien.livejournal.com]

*blinks as she watches Gilly's dust cloud recede in the distance*

Darn. Now I'll have to offer a sacrifice of appology for having lost another one.