Does a bigger Bible make you a better Christian?  I've got a friend that seems to always have this huge Bible with him wherever he goes.  I've often wondered if he thinks that makes him more pious or more dedicated.  Let's say two priests are standing side by side and you're a devout Christian in need of advice on some personal matter, who would you goto?  The priest with the Bible so big he carries it in a backpack, or the priest with a travel Bible in his pocket?

Be honest now, who would you choose?  Which priest seems to know what he's talking about better?  Which priest seems to care more about finding the right answers?  Which priest seems more dedicated to his religion?

It's true.  The world's spelling acuity, and America's in particular, has suffered immensely due to one major reason.  The advent of the Internet.

This new medium has single-handedly opened up communications for the masses.  The tables have been turned.  Now, more than ever in the history of man, almost anyone can publish their words and thoughts for the whole world to see.

The traditional publishing stronghold has collapsed, newspaper readership is down 30% in the last two years.  The world is turning to the internet for its entertainment and news.  For its laughs and insights.  For its everyday thoughts and personality.  And its misspellings.

Yesterday, someone asked me how my day was.  I took a few seconds and then told them, "Pretty good, got a lot done.  Yep, it was a pretty good day."  He looked at me and said, "You really thought about that."

Well, yeah, of course.  Why not?  That got me to thinking . . .

So many people in this world answer with a no-nothing statement when asked how their day is.  "Fine, how about you?" or "Good, you?" etc.  Why don't people actually take a moment and think about it, and then answer accordingly?  This same person has asked me hundreds of times how my day was and not once have I answered him the same way.  Why?  Because each day is different, that's why.

I was talking with some friends last night and the topic turned to the best water we'd ever had.  One guy said he took a drink out of a fountain at work that day and it was the best water he'd ever tasted, better than anything from a bottle.  That got me to thinking, when and where was the best water I've ever drank?

Water isn't supposed to have any taste or smell.  But it always does.  It may be faint and barely noticeable but it's there nonetheless.  Whether it's city water tainted with a splash of fluorine or well water laced with a little red clay, there always seems to be some aftertaste.