tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10583449.post115683356669501350..comments2023-09-23T04:56:51.617-07:00Comments on Forensics & Faith: The Care and Feeding of Editors (and an Agent)--Part 2~ Brandilyn Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771812607327238979noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10583449.post-1156890049526842152006-08-29T15:20:00.000-07:002006-08-29T15:20:00.000-07:00They call that Sometimerz, Brandilyn. :o) Unfortun...They call that Sometimerz, Brandilyn. :o) Unfortunately, it hits me with soem regularity. :o(Southern-fried Fictionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17274634359952391833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10583449.post-1156885164992087482006-08-29T13:59:00.000-07:002006-08-29T13:59:00.000-07:00Hahah! Laughter IS good medicine.Wonderful stuff.Hahah! Laughter IS good medicine.<BR/><BR/>Wonderful stuff.Rebecca LuElla Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06823550402103559922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10583449.post-1156867252267905812006-08-29T09:00:00.000-07:002006-08-29T09:00:00.000-07:00This all sounds very complicated. Can't we just fe...This all sounds very complicated. Can't we just feign some horrible disease, like leprosy, and have our agent cater to the editors?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16473774179937702258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10583449.post-1156861874617541972006-08-29T07:31:00.000-07:002006-08-29T07:31:00.000-07:00Thanks for sharing your faux pas. If The Greats ca...Thanks for sharing your faux pas. If The Greats can make mistakes like that, there's hope for me! GRIN.<BR/><BR/>Reminds me of a preacher story. We were in our early 20s. Pastoring a church in the tiny, unique town of Carrabelle, Florida, a fishing village really. District Superintendent comes to preach (interpretation: Big Dog in Churchdom). Is preaching away. "Anybody got a pencil?" he yells (interpretation: preaching under the anointing). "I'm going to show you how God can break the power of sin in your life." Lil' ol' Sister Justice, the matriarch in the church, holds up the only pencil offered. A stub of a pencil. Brother District Superintendent runs down from the pulpit, grabs it, and proceeds to whack it across the back of the pew. "Just like I'm going to break this pencil in half, God can break the hold of sin in your life!" Whack. Whack. Whack. Apparently he didn't go to The School That Teaches You Stubs of Pencils Don't Break. Whack. Pause. Whack. Pause. Whack. Pause. Slips the stub in his pocket, red faced, and makes his way back to the pulpit muttering, "Well, well, well, I'm telling ya, God CAN break the power of sin." In bed that night, Milton says to me, "If the District Superintendent can make a mistake THAT bad, there's hope for me."Kristy Dykeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09513637012962943901noreply@blogger.com