Milt Reynolds: Thinking Out Loud

Tolerance: The Definition Has Changed The New Oxford American Dictionary has not caught up with the change, but the modern, popular definition of "tolerance" is radically different (I believe, dangerously perverted) from the "old" meaning. Oxford defines TOLERATE as "allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference". The word originated in the early 16th century from "tolerare", Latin for "enduring pain". TOLERANCE is the ability or willingness to tolerate something, to "endure the pain" of the existence of something. What is the new definition? According to D. A. Carson , "tolerance" has changed from accepting that lots of people have different views, some of which are wrong, to agreeing that all views are equally true. What difference does this make? A diametric difference! Mark Driscoll recently wrote an essay about

New Door Here's some pix of a new door I installed in our new home: I mounted a bipass track on the living room side of the opening, hung a 32-inch hollow-core door, and concealed the track with a 1x6 piece of hemlock. Applied a thick coat of oil with a rag, let it set for about 10 minutes, then buffed it smooth with another clean rag. The next day I did the same to add a second coat. Being impatient and pushed for time, I installed it. It feels smooth and dry, kind of a satin finish. The instructions on the tung oil container said to add daily coats to get a glossier finish. My next project is a kitty litter cabinet. We want to conceal our kitty litter box in the house. We've seen several examples: https://www.google.com/search? q=conceal+kitty+litter+box+in+ cabinet&num=20&newwindow=1& tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa= X&ei=cNTiUc7dCoK3iwKP_YA4&ved= 0CGMQsAQ&biw=1600&bih=785 We bought a 24-inch bathroom vanity cab

Not A Big Fan Of Sports I'm not a big fan of sports I barely glance at the sports section of the newspaper, and that brief look is only to see if the comics are hidden inside that section. However, I'm not sure that I should publicly reveal this critical moral failure of mine. I have (had, up until this moment?) many friends who are huge fans of sports, all kinds, any weather, any time. I honestly try not to allow my disinterest to appear as dislike of those who enjoy sports. I DON'T dislike you! I just find it extremely hard to share in your joy. But that doesn't mean that I'm not glad that you joy in it. I've heard that there's a big game scheduled this Sunday. I actually attended a Super Bowl party one time. The food was great! By taking a moment here and there to stop crunching on chips and dip I was able to listen intently to the running commentary of the true fans in the room, and I could sort of keep up with who was playing, and whether &

Ouch! Six out of ten is not so good! I realized that out of this list of 10 Things Your Boss Never Wants to Hear I've violated six of them over the years. It's hard for me to put myself easily in the Boss's shoes. I'm more of an Assistant-to-the-Boss-type of worker. I prefer to do, rather than delegate others to do. So it's hard for me to avoid acting like a jerk , especially hard to avoid being obnoxious in my mind and heart, even while portraying a calm, content appearance on the outside. Good reminder of what's important to my boss, and thus important to me , as an employee! 10 Things Your Boss Never Wants to Hear Business Greg is businesslike by Greg Younger , Creative Commons Licence

Calm and Intelligent Discussion In a single, illuminating moment this image expressed a frustration I've felt many times: It's hard for me to compete in break-room discussions . Typically I find myself on the fringes of the discussion, participating inwardly only, hesitant to jump into the fray, reluctant to appear as hardheadedly opinionated as some of the others, although I know that I actually am hardheadedly opinionated in many ways. I just don't want to look like it. It's extremely difficult for me to respond immediately to controversial issues . I'm unable to recall any of the succinct, brilliant one-lines that can stop bickering and posturing in their tracks. The times that I've yielded to emotion and expressed myself cannot be properly described as "expressing myself". My words are halting, my logic confused, my sources unknown, my knees shaking. Here's how I wish break-room discussions would go: someone sincerely concerned in