Lost in Translation

Sad, Lisa Moore from Funky Winkerbean died.

That aside, AND (A New Day...) was really good today. My favorite factoid of tonight is that when you translate "Abba" from the original Aramaic into English, the word is "Daddy." Not "Father" or "Lord," but "Daddy." Now "Abba" is the term that Jesus often uses to refer to God. I don't know about you, but that sorta rocks my world and put an entirely new spin on things for me. The use of the word Daddy instead of Father or Lord adds this entirely new level of intimacy. God is no longer just a disciplinarian (ref: Col 3), but now also a loving dad that you can go to with all of your fears, worries, and scrapped knees... or someone you can run to to celebrate that new job or acceptance into grad school. From my experience in the world of Christian communities, I feel like people often feel that God is distant and so far removed from plain 'ole human existence, which apparently is not the case. But enough of me proselytizing (if you know me well enough, which you probably do if you're reading this, you know I don't do that anyway), Mike D's "lesson" today rocked my socks and hopefully this will put my spiritual life back on the upswing.

On a completely random note (but not too random if you were at AND), I am a pretty firm believer that you are entitled to your own beliefs (as long as these beliefs don't cause harm to other people). But if you must protest, please do not do it with pictures of aborted fetuses. I know what 1st and 2nd term abortions look like. I DO NOT think that young children need to know what they look like, and if you are going to protest in a public area during a busy time of day, you are exposing children to something that is (in my POV) really inappropriate.

(Steps off the soapbox)