No, this isn’t my favorite Lutheran hymn, as Phil requested. I just thought it was amusing for Reformation Day.
Hat tip: Ed Veith at Cranach. (Don’t blame me.)
No, this isn’t my favorite Lutheran hymn, as Phil requested. I just thought it was amusing for Reformation Day.
Hat tip: Ed Veith at Cranach. (Don’t blame me.)
Congratulations to the New York couple who were blessed with identical triplets on Tuesday.
I link to their story because of a conversation I had in Minot. A fellow came through our encampment and spoke to a couple of our Viking Camp kids who were (or appeared to be) twins. He said, “Twins are nothing. I’m a triplet!”
Then (because the kids ignored him. That’s what kids do) he told me that being a triplet is extremely special. Twins are common, he explained. Quadruplets, quintuplets and sextuplets are all over the place today, because of fertility drugs.
But “Triplets,” he said, “are rare. I may be the first triplet you’ve ever met.”
I couldn’t contradict him.
In my Bible reading today, I was struck by the following scripture passages: Continue reading In which I demonstrate that I have no compassion at all
“. . . the idea that Bill Maher is somehow in a position to judge whose beliefs are reasonable is kind of laughable.”
A devotional prayer from Peter Marshall
“. . . But whether on the mountaintop or in the valley,
may we ever be aware that Thou art walking beside us.
And if Thou art with us,
what difference does it make where we are?”
I think I’ll probably have to stop watching the TV show Bones again.
I stopped a while back, but was seduced in again, because there’s nothing on at that time that I’m interested in watching (or there didn’t used to be; I need to check the new schedule). I was lured back because a) I’m fascinated by that whole forensic science business (as long as it’s on TV and I don’t have to smell the evidence), and b) the star, Emily Deschanel, is smoking hot—not in the reconstituted Pam Anderson style, but in the exquisite Ingrid Bergman style.
The thing that bugs me about the show is that it has religious overtones. Not constantly, but one of the running themes is the conflict between Dr. Temperance Brennan’s atheism and FBI Agent Booth’s easygoing Catholicism. Booth generally gets the best of it too, as it’s obvious that he’s happier and better adjusted than she is.
The show even makes efforts, now and then (and this is fairly rare on television), to present practicing Christians as fully-rounded, sympathetic human beings.
And that’s the problem. Because the show has a definite opinion on what a real Christian is. Continue reading Include me out
Just keep them as words. Good “in theory”
Delancy Place has a fascinating quotation from Susan Squire’s book, I Don’t, which looks like a dreadful book on the history of marriage perspectives, on how The Great Plague changed the way parents named their children.
“The centrality of religion in medieval European life is impossible to overstate. … If you want to pray, you go to your parish and submit to the direction of a priest. If you want to confess, you sit in the confessional and [tell] your sins to the man on the other side of the partition, who pronounces judgement and penance. …
“Then along comes the Black Death, mowing down the sinful and the sinless indiscriminately. … You can be healthy on Monday, infected on Tuesday, and a corpse on Saturday, leaving precious little time to wipe the sin slate clean by confessing and repenting in preparation for your personal judgement day. The biggest hurdle of all might have been luring the priest, any priest, to one’s deathbed of contagion in order to perform last rites, the final cleansing. If a cleric does show up, he might charge an outrageous price for mumbling a few prayers. Stories of deathbed fee-gougers also abound, adding to the popular perception that extravagance and greed motivate more often than not. …
After that, people apparently drifted away from the church proper and clung to the mercy of the saints who were associated with pain and suffering.
From the current First Things:
Mormon beliefs diverge widely from historic Christian orthodoxy. The Book of Mormon, which is Mormonism’s principal source for its claim to new revelation and a new prophet, lacks credibility. And the Jesus proclaimed by Joseph Smith and his followers is different in significant ways from the Jesus of the New Testament: Smith’s Jesus is a God distinct from God the Father; he was once merely a man and not God; he is of the same species as human beings; and his being and acts are limited by coeternal matter and laws.
The intent of this essay is not to say that individual Mormons will be barred from sitting with Abraham and the saints at the marriage supper of the Lamb. We are saved by a merciful Trinity, not by our theology. But the distinguished scholar of Mormonism Jan Shipps was only partly right when she wrote that Mormonism is a departure from the existing Christian tradition as much as early Christianity was a departure from Judaism. For if Christianity is a shoot grafted onto the olive tree of Judaism, Mormonism as it stands cannot be successfully grafted onto either.
Voice of the Marytrs reports:
On August 23, widespread violence erupted against Christians following the assassination of World Hindu Council leader Swami Lakshmananda Saraswati, the alleged mastermind behind the December 2007 attacks on believers in Kandhamal, Orissa State. Saraswati was killed with four of his followers. 30 men believed to be Maoist extremists, stormed a religious center in Kandhamal and opened fire.
Despite the evidence that Maoists killed the leader, Hindu are taking their revenge on Christians. Several people have been killed, including at least one Hindu woman suspected of being a Christian. Churches have been torched or vandalized. Police have been sent unarmed to watch the rioting as if ready to intervene, and government officials, I believe, have spoken against the rioting, but done nothing to stop it. The violence has spread to other Indian states. I am told many Christians are hiding in the jungle to avoid the militant Hindus.
Rescue us, Lord. Put our enemies to shame. Deliver us like you have many times in the past. (Psalm 71)
Phil’s question about your favorite film Jesus got me thinking about the guy we both favor, Bruce Marchiano, who played Him in both The Visual Bible: Matthew and The Visual Bible: Acts.
My first reaction when I saw Machiano in the role was, “Wow! Finally a Jesus who looks like He could possibly be a Middle Eastern Jew!” In spite of the fact that I’m a Republican (and so obviously a racist and anti-Semite), I’ve always been irritated by blonde, blue-eyed Jesuses.* Even when Hollywood set out to produce a biting, “realistic,” debunking portrayal in The Last Temptation of Christ, they cast blonde, blue-eyed Willem Dafoe.
I suppose there’s no point throwing mud at an icon unless it’s iconographic-looking.
Anyway, I liked that about Marchiano. But even better was his ground-breaking portrayal. His Jesus is full of life–an open-hearted, easy-laughing man who clearly lives each moment to its full potential and views everyone He meets as a gift from God. His suffering in His Passion is all the more wrenching for the contrast.
This, in my view, is precisely what Jesus must have been like. That’s why people were impelled to follow Him–“In Him was life, and that life was the light of men.” (John 1:4)
*Yeah, yeah. I know Marchiano’s got blue eyes. You can’t have everything. Especially when you’re looking for a man to play God.