Evel Knievel has died, if you hadn’t heard. I was never a follower of his career, but I thought I’d mention it since he professed faith in Christ a while back. His connection with Robert Schuller gives me pause, personally, but let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he made The Really Big Jump successfully.

I was once in a fellowship group in Florida where three of the guys had first been drawn to Christ through watching Schuller on TV. By the time I met them, all of them had left Schuller’s brand of pop-salvationism behind for more nourishing spiritual fare.



Here’s a rhetorical question:

When you’ve got crowds of thousands who’ve turned out to demand the execution of a middle-aged schoolteacher because she allowed the little girls in her class to name a teddy bear “Muhammad,” are you allowed to point out the self-evident fact that those people (in particular, making no assumptions about their fellow countrymen or co-religionists) are scumferrets?

No, probably not.



Another rhetorical question: Do you think some of these people’s anger might possibly arise, not from her perceived blasphemy, but from the fact that she comes from another country and has a different skin color?

No, no. Impossible. That could only happen in America.

We’re expecting a snow storm tomorrow. I was planning to do some Christmas shopping, but I may be snowbound. If you don’t hear from me again, notify my next of kin—whatsername, that hot chick from House.