tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816808471253764140.post8487883621225292338..comments2023-09-29T10:10:03.553-05:00Comments on FOR REAL: Mirrors Don't Lie: Miss Linda and The D WordTracey Batemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17431068147317636595noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816808471253764140.post-85591091587911075162012-04-05T14:41:38.790-05:002012-04-05T14:41:38.790-05:00I would read you if your blog post was purely abou...I would read you if your blog post was purely about chicken poop. And you didn't use those words. <br /><br />I respect Ms. Linda's viewpoint. My own mother would see it the same way. But the idea of being an "ambassador" throws me. We have those at the Denver Airport, as you come out into the main terminal. Good folks to help you find your way around. They give you information and share some casual advice, but I wouldn't cry on one of the ambassadors shoulders. {I know this as I was in the airport on Tuesday and crying} <br /><br />I'm know I would make a very bad Tour Guide for Jesus. But what I'm striving for is to be a kinder, more empathetic, grace-filled, terribly honest disciple, and gauging whether or not someone might cry on my shoulder when they need that kind of person. A person who might say the D word sometimes.Your Editornoreply@blogger.com