Since the good news young folk—and old, too, for that matter—bedeck themselves with favors. Charms hand pendent from the watch chain, from neck pins.

Some are strangely detailed, like the hugely antlered white deer-creature-cum-forest-god seemingly stolen whole cloth from Princess Mononoke.

“Opinions are like assholes,” Tipsy began again. “That would be correct,” Few confirmed acidly. “It's an understatement, too.” “Some people have more than one asshole?” Tipsy asked naively. “Okay. Okay.” Quentin placed both his hands ...

We may believe that narrative preaching remains the most appropriate vehicle for the witnessing of the Name in our day. Much that generally annoys the systematician remains indispensable if one is to do even partial justice to the suprareligious character of preaching.