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Why Certain Animals are Unclean and Can Animals Talk and, If So, Do They Go to Heaven?

Originally written March 28, 2015, then emailed to nearly every person I knew because I thought they'd think it funny. Turned out I made quite a few people mad, and my grandpa and I ended up not speaking to each other for over three months. Ah, memories of when I've tried to be funny and failed... 

Animals—should we eat them? Are they just dumb beasts, or as C. S. Lewis' famous series suggests, are there animals that are possibly equal with us humans?

Most Christians argue that only humans are intellectual. Only we are capable of morality and true emotions.

Then there are the evolutionists. They, in essence, believe that animals are on the same level as humans. Of course, they also deny the fact that there is a heaven and a hell, and that someone else made all of Earth and what lives on it, dumb and sentient alike. Thus, because many of their beliefs are off-kilter, I'm discrediting their stance on this subject.

Then there are fit in no special category, who ask questi…
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My First Confession

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People, I have dug deep into my soul and found myself to be a hypocrite.

You see, for years I have judged other protestants or non-catholic Christians for celebrating on Catholic holidays as if they were their own holidays, or for acting like those holidays must be celebrated in order to be a real Christian.

I mean, look at me. Look at my family. And look at the many, many other Christians like my family who don't keep Christmas, Halloween, or Easter.

But I have been humbled under my hypocrisy, because I have realized that there is a Catholic holiday I keep and love, and there's no way I will ever stop celebrating it. And so, I have decided to stop judging people when it comes to matters of affiliated parties. I don't care if you'd Jew or Greek, Protestant or Catholic, you may keep your St. Patrick's, Lent,

Back to my confession.

I bet by this time you are all terribly curious as to the day of my guilt.

(Is it a sin to be curious about others&…

Auf Wiedersehen, Deutschland, Hallo USA!

Mostly, people asked me, "Why are you/ did you come to Germany?"

But once someone asked, "Why did God call you to Germany?"

I value honesty, so the first question was very hard to answer at first. I didn't really know why I was going, and after I'd come I really didn't know why I had gone. But I didn't allow the questions to simply annoy me and roll off my back. Every time I was asked, I searched deeper into my soul. Why had I come, and what did I want out of this trip? I knew it from the very start, and yet I didn't fully understand the answer until weeks before I left Germany.

It was the last that bothered me the most, though. Because of my inability to answer the first, and because I knew God hadn't called me to Germany, but rather that I simply wanted to go, that last question forced me to wrestle with a more difficult question, "Is it wrong for me to do something out of my own desire if God hadn't asked something else of me?&q…

Handgemacht in Deutschland (All The Things I've Made in Germany)

When I came to Germany I planned on being so busy doing who-knows-what, but probably taking care of children, that I figured I would have little time for actually making things. Even so, I took a huge project with me that I've been meaning to do since I was fourteen or fifteen: a rayon scarf with a dragon embroidered on it. I also brought along my fifth and last quilt strip. Two huge projects that I hoped to have time to finish. 
Turns out, I finished both of them easily along with many other things.
WARNING: I tried to not use too many pictures ... but that was impossible.  Project number one was technically my embroidered scarf, but I made many things in between of working on that. Somehow, when I came to Germany I forgot to bring a stocking hat with me. So, naturally, I bought some yarn and knitted one on my way to the Black Forest with my first Au Pair family. 
Actually ... the family I was staying with sorta had a house rule where you wear house shoes inside. This rule, they…

No Pressure: A Salty and Maybe Slightly Sassy Spiel

You dare me to do it; I say nope. 🀨 
You say that’s how it’s done; I show you how it’s REALLY done. πŸ˜… 
No options? I can come up with twenty plans hundreds of times more ingenious. 🧐  I refuse to do or believe anything "just because". 
Dead or alive, I like doing my thing. 🀩 
Or maybe I’m just super anti-social and don’t care what the party wants? πŸ™ 
Rebel or rude or right? 
I like thinking before doing, and then doing, too πŸ˜‰ Just not the same sort of doing as you would do πŸ˜† 
Tradition or fashion; I don’t care. Why should I? There’s no growth in being the same. There’s no fun in never knowing why others are the same. 
It’s not about why I don’t care; I’m asking why you don’t care about what I care about? 
It’s a matter of opinion until it comes to this ... and in this, I say all that matters is my opinion. 
My way or the highway ... I’ve chosen BOTH. 
Life is more than sentiment; it’s living. 
Sentiment becomes games, games grow old and silly. Life is more than a game. …

Conversational Interview With Melissa Little

I'm not really sure how Melissa and I became friends. Beginnings are often abstract and fuzzy for me, and so that something that didn't exist before feels suddenly as if it always has. I do know it started mostly on her side, though. She beta read some of my books and fangirled over every line in such a flattering way that I couldn't help loving her. Then she became enthralled with some of my beliefs. After that, I would often see a message from her, "So what do you think about ..." and the question was of the nature that sometimes I'd have to think about it for a while before replying properly. 
Because of her abundance of questions, she asked if she might interview me for her blog. Of course, I said yes. But then she saw that I also love to interview people. "Why not do a double interview?" she suggested. 
I loved that idea.  Here you can find part one of our double interview over at her blog. Some of it got quite deep and angsty, as we were talkin…

Why I Wrote Susan Of Narnia

I was first introduced to the world of Narnia when I was about eleven years old, through the BBC movie, "Prince Caspian". I hated that movie so much. In fact, I don't remember ever hating a movie in such an irrational way before or after the BBC "Prince Caspian".

I didn't hate the movie because of the poor quality. Back then, I was the sort of child that liked a movie no matter how poorly made. And today I actually quite like all of BBC's Narnia movies. No, to be fair, my hatred had nothing to do with the movie at all. 
I hated the movie because my routine had been broken. 
You see, Mom was away visiting a friend and she was rarely away. Dad and my Uncle Caleb were home taking care of my siblings and me, and they were doing a poor job of it. The house was chaos, my brain hurt from watching too many movies, and the food wasn't all that good. To top it all, we ended a horrible day with a new movie my Uncle Caleb brought home. 
Not only had the day al…