Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I've been unable to keep up with the latest discussion regarding Mark Driscoll. I think for now, I'll simply keep quiet and await the humble apology one would expect from a Christian leader in this situation.
We've been busy trying to finish the kitchen. The other night, I was working with my main squeeze, the plumber. (He's not really a plumber, he only plays one under the sink.)
Plumberman: Would you get me a pliers?
Grace: Sure honey. Do you want a philips or a flathead?