One small comment:The earlier article is not meant to shame anyone. It’s meant to point out a problem with the concept of certain mindsets or behavoirs, not limited to Bunko. It applies to ANY clique. They’re deadly to Christian virtue in every form.
I’m talking about my FLOWER GARDEN. Now there’s a subject that will bore you to tears. Except that I have noticed some interesting things about it. If I ever have another daughter, I’m going to name her after one of the flowers that grows in my garden. I’m going to name her “Iris.”
I started to feel warm and fuzzy about Iris when we lived in the high desert of southern California. Under a flowering plum in our front yard, someone had planted Iris and then left them to fend for themselves with no water. I watered them and they soon bloomed like Diaphanous fairies.
Iris are tough. I moved some of those iris to Colorado. When our neighbors found out about my affinity for them, they told me that they had once belonged to an iris society that experimented with cross pollination. When they got bored with it, they tossed their experiments on the back of their lot. I was welcome to plant them and see what they were. We lived at an arid 7500 feet and most of the long forgotten plants were only two or three inches tall.