This is just a quick update to note i've been working on a response to some of Catholic Apologist Bob Klaus's points about Romans 3:28 and, you guessed it, Martin Luther. I'm reaching one of those points where i've had a lot of the historical Luther, and I would take anything different at this point, even the Puritans. But Luther is always a hot topic, and I guess its what i'm good at.
It's been taking me longer than usual in my response to Klaus because I can't see all that well. Now, I normally have excellent vision.
No, I wasn't playing with firecrackers on July 4th. I was doing what I refer to as "Rambo Yard Work". In other words, I go out solo into my overgrown yard on a search and destroy mission. I try to subdue and conquer my environment. The yard drew first blood, that's for sure. "It's Never Over!" I managed to pull out bushes, small trees, and I even cut all the grass in one shot. I used trimmers, weed wackers, a leaf blower, the hose- and a host of other yard weapons. Overall, people walking down the street are no longer laughing at my house as was usual. No, I conquered the yard, or so I thought.
Well, during the battle, I was given an almost fatal blow from the yard that I hadn't realized- I contracted poison "something"- i'm not sure if it was poison ivy or sumac, or whatever. Now, I have a high tolerance for pain, so a normal episode of poison ivy is no big deal
However this time, I contracted poison ivy(?) around my eyes, causing them to swell to shut. I look at little bit like this poor guy whose picture I found on medical web site.
Now Rambo would've set the yard on fire and had a helicopter pick him up. I on the other hand will be making a white "surrender flag" and making peace with my yard.
While I try to be cautious and precise with theology, my yard skills are pitifull. Lesson learned. Full scuba suit next time I do yard work.