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Testimony of God's Gracious Gift

Connection Point, June 2010 Edition from CBMC on Vimeo.

I edited this video last week, and we’ve talked about it around the office since, so I am spontaneously sharing it with you. This is part of my day job as a graphic designer for Christian Business Men’s Connection. The story is remarkable, and you will see only a few of the details. Two guys who met as teenagers in a Kung Fu school became great friends through God’s saving grace.

We saw this coming, didn't we?

I finally watched “Gladiator” the other day. This news may surprise you. A guy who loves swords as much as I do, you would think, would have leaped for “Gladiator” like a trout after a fly, the moment it was released.

But in fact I found myself putting it off. I’m pretty sure I know why I delayed, too. I’d read a review that told me what happens to Maximus’ wife and son. I knew that in order to enjoy the good parts, I’d have to go through that scene, and whether it happened off screen or on, it would poison the whole thing for me. I hope you won’t think less of me if I admit that I’m basically a pretty tenderhearted guy, with a low tolerance for the suffering of innocents.

As a writer, I understand why they added that scene (and, according to Wikipedia, it was added. It wasn’t in the original script. They put it in to increase Maximus’ incentive for vengeance). You have to raise the stakes, if you want to engage an audience and motivate a character to dire and terrible deeds. People don’t wake up one morning and say, “I think I’ll assassinate a dictator today.” They need (or so we imagine) a personal reason, a mighty, visceral wrong to right. Continue reading We saw this coming, didn't we? →

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I decided that gunny sacks would be just the things to tote some of my Viking gear around in. So I dropped in at my local hardware store tonight. A young female employee asked me if I needed help. I asked if they had any gunny sacks.

She said, “Any what?”

She had never heard of a gunny sack in her life.

What strange world is this I find myself in, where there are people who don’t know what a gunny sack is?

Then I was thinking about how we speak about time. In Norwegian, if it’s, say, 9:55, or five minutes before 10:00, you call it “fem på ti.” Which literally means, “five on ten.”

And I remembered something I used to hear people say when I was a kid. My parents and folks around my home town would have called that time, “five of ten.”

So I’m wondering, do people say that anywhere else in the country, or is it an Americanized version of the Norwegian idiom, exclusive to areas where Scandinavians settled in large numbers?



Penn Jillette,
the magician and showman, had sort of grudging praise for religious Americans in an appearance on Lopez Tonight on the TBS television network.

…I’ve got to say it was actually a shock doing the show, the religious communities in the United States of America are the most tolerant people worldwide. I mean, we did really aggressive stuff we believe strongly, and mostly got letters from Christians and Catholics saying we really like how passionately and clearly you put out your ideas. Very few nut cases.

I don’t follow Jillette’s work closely, and I’ll confess he’s offended me occasionally when I’ve tried. But I have the impression that he’s a man of rare integrity in our day, someone who refuses to tell lies just because they’ll support his views. He has my respect.

Mark Twain's fight with God

Mark Twain

Phil linked to a story yesterday, about the impending release of the first volume of Mark Twain’s Memoirs, withheld from publication, at the author’s request, since his death in 1910. People speculate that the reason for the embargo was that Twain (Sam Clemens) didn’t feel the world was ready for his freethinking ideas.

I think they’re probably right. I suspect he figured mankind would be rid of this Christianity nonsense by 2010.

My own history with Mark Twain has been complicated. I read Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn in school, as pretty much all kids did in my day. And somewhere in my high school years, somebody gave me a copy of The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain for Christmas (I got the old hardcover Doubleday edition; you can get the current version in paperback here). At the beginning, my delight was great. Here were hilarious stories, crafted in masterful English (only P.G. Wodehouse has ever impressed me so with his ability to wring hilarity out of simple word choice), that made me laugh out loud, stories I had to read to my long-suffering brothers. Continue reading Mark Twain's fight with God →

The white churchman's burden

Over at The American Spectator, Mark Tooley examines the continued pattern of condescension and patronization demonstrated by mainline Protestant denominations, in their dealings with their more conservative (and soon to be more numerous) African counterparts.

Liberal church activists are reluctant to acknowledge that African Christianity has a firm mind of its own, preferring condescendingly to portray it as primitive and easily manipulated by conservative U.S. religionists. It is true that much of African Christianity is new, somewhat similar to fast growing, early American frontier revivalism in its earnest faith, populism, and strong sense of the supernatural. According to the World Christian Encyclopedia of 2001, Africa was less than 10 percent Christian in 1900 but was over 45 percent Christian by 2000. (This compares to Islam’s growth in African from 32 percent to 40 percent.) About 20 percent of the world’s Christians now live in Africa, and rates of active church attendance are higher in Africa than in much of old Christendom. One Congolese bishop estimated that more Congolese are in a United Methodist Church on a typical Sunday than in all the United States.

The Gospel Is Words

S.D. Smith asks whether the gospel can be given all the well without words, as the saying goes. “But the Gospel is words. It is news, Good News. It is not anything, it is something. It is particular information. . . . The victory is sealed. The Victor is enthroned.“

Call it a draw

I got into a disagreement with the gang over at Threedonia today, and found myself decidedly in the minority. They are participating enthusiastically in “Draw Mohammed Day” today, and I said I couldn’t support that.

The odd thing is that, unlike most instances where I find people I like disagreeing with me, I remain pretty sure I’m right.

Which doesn’t necessarily mean I think they’re wrong.

I think we’re dealing with essentially different goals.

I believe I see the point of “Draw Mohammed Day” pretty well. In fact, for a short time I was considering participating. I can see it as a line drawn in the sand against Islamic noodgery, the constant “what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine too” mindset that says they are free to insult our religion, but we have to keep our unclean hands off theirs. “This is America,” the Mohammed Drawers are saying. “In America, we may not like it if somebody insults our religion, but if somebody does, we don’t kill them. They don’t even go to jail. If you want to live here, then get used to our rules. Otherwise, go back to the Sharia paradise you came from.”

If promoting Americanism is your primary value, I entirely understand.

But my primary value is not Americanism. It’s the Kingdom of God. I want to win the Muslims for Christ, and Christ’s commandment is to love our enemies, and pray for those who persecute us.

I don’t want anybody to insult my faith. So I won’t insult theirs. Even if they started it.

Seems pretty simple to me.

Sigrid Undset

It was some time ago that Bill Bennett, on his morning talk show, asked, “Who is Sigrid Undset?” I tried to call in and help him out, but there wasn’t time.

The fact that Bennett, an extremely erudite Roman Catholic, knew nothing of Sigrid Undset, saddened me. (I’m not a Catholic myself, but no man is an island, and all that).

Gone are the days when a popular writer like Ogden Nash could say, in the midst of a light poem:

“Or you stand with her on a hilltop and gaze on a winter sunset,

And everything is as starkly beautiful as a page from Sigrid Undset….”

…and everybody would know what you were talking about.

That’s a tragedy. Not just for Catholics (like Bennett) or Norwegian buffs (like me), but for all lovers of great Christian prose. Continue reading Sigrid Undset →