This week, Ventus was labeled “emergent” by some local pastors like it was a dirty word. I was a bit offended to be so easily labeled. It was very judgmental and off base.

On a side note, I got the new Rob Bell and Brian McLaren books in the mail today. I’m way jazzed.

It saddens me to say that the smallest goldfish “FEESH!” didn’t make it through the night. It was Samuel’s fish and he seems to be taking it in stride.

Bombshell and Doorknob still live on.

More updates to come.

“Once a year we go to Austria to hunt with our dogs, and at the end of the day we sit on the verandah and drink a beer. So we thought, my dog also has earned it.” says Terrie Berenden, a pet shop owner in the southern Dutch town of Zelhem, who created a beer for her Weimaraners made from beef extract and malt.

Um. Wow, this is wrong on so many levels.

This raises a deep theological question: What is the SBC’s (Southern Baptist Convention) stance on dogs drinking beer? I mean there’s no place in the Bible (quick! prove me wrong) that says your dog can’t kick one back. Is there?

So what do Southern Baptists do when Fido want’s a cold one?

Any thoughts?

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