Growing up I virtually lived the English language at home, not merely learning it. How about you? My mother was a grammarian at Yale - that's right, she held a degree in English from the most highly regarded University in the US; if not the world. I received a copy of Strunk and White's, The Elements of Style about ten times before she died - I finally read a couple of chapters. I confess, I hate Scrabble - sorry mom. If I don't get to use the word "ox" on a Triple Point point square, I am D-O-N-E. Wow, that was random. As a person who writes, as opposed to a writer who is educated in the art, some of my previous grammatical immersion penetrated my viscous brain cells. Thank God for Thanksgiving Day - there was a reprieve from correcting English at the table. That is one of the things I secretly added whilst saying grace once each year. Who cares about language anyway? I do! Why? Because understanding language - English in particular - is essential to communicati...
Fire & Grace is a blog where I look at Kingdom dynamics a little more closely. Some call it ranting, while others find it challenging.