You got my karosity going there with those cute little theological chipmunks. Are they karosmatics? Maybe they are singing syrupy high pitched Geneva Jigs? Or are they a variation on "Horton hears a Who?" His agony may have originated from having to drink from his sippy cup. This may have been the only time he had the milk of Calvin's words? Any way the Awesome Truth of this may be that Michael was drafted!
The reason behind this posting was because when I first met Michael Scott Horton, many years ago at a Christian Booksellers Convention, (as it was called then) I was struck by the fact that he looked like a kid to me. (Of course, I have said this before, but, I am old enough to be my own father)
You got my karosity going there with those cute little theological chipmunks. Are they karosmatics? Maybe they are singing syrupy high pitched Geneva Jigs? Or are they a variation on "Horton hears a Who?" His agony may have originated from having to drink from his sippy cup. This may have been the only time he had the milk of Calvin's words? Any way the Awesome Truth of this may be that Michael was drafted!
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ReplyDeleteThe reason behind this posting was because when I first met Michael Scott Horton, many years ago at a Christian Booksellers Convention, (as it was called then) I was struck by the fact that he looked like a kid to me. (Of course, I have said this before, but, I am old enough to be my own father)
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