You scored as John Calvin. Much of what is now called Calvinism had more to do with his followers than Calvin himself, and so you may or may not be committed to TULIP, though God’s sovereignty is all important.
Which theologian are you? |
So my parents are moving into another place again. And I get more of my stuff. When Mom gave it to me, she said, “Throw it all away.” So I anticipated real junk.
She’s wrong. This is a treasure. Pure pleasure.
My Fisher Price toys. I saw the castle alone on ebay for over $100. Most of it’s in great shape, and it’s still very playable. Isaac and Mommy and Daddy have been playing with it all day. I played with this for hours as a kid. Days even.
The last thing I got was the village (Main Street) and the castle. I was nine. Yes, that’s too old, I knew it then. But I still loved to play with it. I got it on Christmas Eve (since Christmas was a Sunday that year) and played with it while we watched In Search of Noah’s Ark during a tornado alert. We ended up in the only safe place in that basement-less house in Tulsa. The guest bathroom. Dog, cat, 9 yo, 17yo, Mom, and Dad — all crammed into that gaudy-gold-papered room. The tornado was so bad that Christmas Eve that it destroyed my school building. My REAL school building. Not my play school building. That was perfectly safe.
I also found a stack of my pen pal letters. A love letter to my mom from my dad. Letters to my brother. A few art projects. My 10th grade report card on which I got a “6″ to indicate I “create disturbances” in Algebra. I also “demonstrated effort” in my Computer Science class — the class in which we saved our work in Basic by pressing “record” and “play” together very carefully on our analog tape players. My first tooth. My hospital bracelet from when I was born. And my The Muppet Movie book.
Amazing stuff. And priceless. I never, ever imagined I’d share all that fun with my son. Even at 18mo, he seems to enjoy the pretending as much as did. Of course, my Grant enjoyed the pretending as much as I still do.
cklewis on June 24th, 2005 | File Under Love, Remember | 1 Comment - 
When the cat’s away, the dog gets on the couch.
He’s housetrained!
Sneaky snack.
