Editors Note: This post is a tad shorter and a day behind the publishing schedule. The reason being that what I had intended to post was just not up to snuff. Instead here is a new musing for the end of the year. I think it might be something of a new tradition that JohnContinue reading “Thankful for 2020”
Looking around all that I survey, I stumble into a vast plain of ignorance. I am told that Cultural Marxism is either the fount of all evil or the head waters of all that is good, decent, and long division. Therefore I sought to research this phenom, and after receiving instruction from my aged andContinue reading “Cultural Marxism”
We come now to my favorite holiday: Thanksgiving. Of the four major American holidays Thanksgiving is kind of the underdog.* Matt Chandler pointed out how ignored it is “I feel like our kids are going to grow up saying, “Happy Forth of July.” “And Merry Christmas to you!” Halloween does not help either, stealing someContinue reading “Give Thanks for the No”
Irish comedian Dylan Moran has a bit where he challenges the construction of the human body. Indeed this is something of a trope among atheistic comedians, that they find humans to be poorly formed. And indeed there are foibles in life, age and infirmity, increase these. But the simple answer to these disparagement is theContinue reading “From the Ground Up”
I would like to take some time to make some observations that will no doubt enrage a great few people with axes to grind. It seems to me, from my particularly small perch on the internet, that the phrase, “No one eats their own like X” is a genre of behaviour that Christians seem to feel we have not received enough credit for, and as such, must make up for lost time. Heretic burnings be damned, nothing lights a fire under a theologian or pastor like negative online reactions. To paraphrase James, “So also the keyboard is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire!”
The other evening my friend Hudson joined me on the front porch. We had a couple of cigars (each), Lagavulin 16, we tried a particularly awful coffee bourbon that will remain nameless, and listened to a lecture by N.D. Wilson on Chestertonain Calvinism. We conversed and laughed. It is one of the nights that I will remember for a long time. It was more than a good night, it was particularly holy. In Ecclesiastes Solomon teaches that life can be incredibly hard. But God has generously granted a salve, good friends, good food, and good drink.