The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by His powerful word.
“According to a study by David Gil (Violence Against Children, Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1970) only 0.4 percent of abused children were abused by adoptive parents. Since at least 2 percent of the children in the United States are adopted (Encyclopedia of Social Work, National Association of Social Workers, New York, 1977), that means the rate of abuse by biological parents is five times that of adoptive parents.” If anybody can actually figure out how 0.4%, 2% and five times as many relate to each other in the context of this passage, you win a prize.
News: for the second time somebody inquired about me and Ian housesitting for them, and although we quoted what we felt was very reasonable rates (lower than any we saw online) for a second time we were turned down. This depresses me, as that family will be gone from June 18 to July 13 and that would have been a really great opportunity. What are we doing wrong?!
Speaking of wrong, I am feeling terribly sick. My eyes hurt when I move them, blink, or look at a screen, and even closed they bother me. Also my throat burns and my head has, all day, threatened to explode (if my violent hacking cough does not first burst my chest open like the little alien in Alien did to that one guy). Confirmation of my sickness: I slept for two hours at Clark between classes, on one of the Tilton Hall couches, in broad daylight, with tour groups coming through every 30 seconds. Definitely sick. Poor Ian has symptoms of something as well, so the apartment has a distinctly subdued atmosphere that involves both of us laying in bed for long periods of time, he reading and me just laying with my fiery eyes closed.
– KF –