Who is the lamest DC superhero?
Though there are plenty to choose from:
Dogwelder–who, as his name suggests, welds dead dogs to evildoers,
Infectious Lass–who is immune to all diseases, but infects both friends and foes alike by the colonies of microorganisms who live within her,
Color Kid–who has the ability to change the color of any object,
etc., one popular hero who I’ve heard been called out time and time again, is the King of the Seven Seas–Aquaman. For what good is a guy who can talk to fish? or is a billboard to ‘go green?’ or has had an octopus butler? or dated a dolphin? Continue reading
With less than four weeks left in the semester, and with the due dates of a few papers and projects coming up . . . I can relate to Tim Urban–though I have yet to pull off an all-nighter for school, loving sleep way too much for that. And I’m sure, many of you also, can relate to him too:
“Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:8-10)
In Luke 15, Jesus gives three parables of three things which were lost but are then found: a lost sheep, a lost coin, and the prodigal son. This week, I experienced my own lost but found story, which like the woman who lost her coin, I feel in gratitude that I need to share it:
Monday night, I opened my backpack to discover that my Bible was missing! The one pocket which I always kept it in, was empty, with the exception of a couple of mechanical pencils. The Bible given to me by my youth minister when I was in high school. With a fast-beating heart, my racing mind concluded of only three places which it could be–accidentally left in a classroom within the McInteer (the Bible building on campus), or possibly the caf. For I clearly remembered using it during my two o’ clock class, though details of it after that were fuzzy.
Yesterday, a mentor of mine spoke in chapel, Dr. Scott Adair. . . . It was both beautiful and hard getting to hear his words. This, is his story:
(Skip to 9:11 for Dr. Adair’s testimony.)