I believe this is from Lars’ current weekend location.
What Is the Culture?
What is culture? Is there a difference between people and culture? If someone argues that Jesus calls to redeem people but not culture, are they really saying anything, or is the difference inconsequential?
It seems to me people make up culture; to reach people would be to reach their culture, and you can’t reach a culture as such because it’s a concept, a description. You reach people who think and act in patterns we describe as cultures, and if we apply the gospel to the making of art or business, then we are reaching people within their cultural context.
Or am I missing something?
Incoherence on the eve of departure
This will be completely incoherent, but I’ll go ahead and empty my brain into the word processor, and call it a post. I won’t be doing one tomorrow. I’m on my way to Elk Horn, Iowa for Tivoli Fest. Reports and photos will be forthcoming once I’m back. If I get back, of course. You never know with us old guys, especially when we play with swords.
So I’ve got to pack for the trip, as soon as my washing is done. I’ve also got to celebrate my weekly bill-paying ceremony. And load Mrs. Hermanson. And write a list of eight suggested questions for TV and radio interviewers, for my publisher’s publicist. Continue reading Incoherence on the eve of departure
Pringles Are Potato Chips. Yes, They Are.
Procter & Gamble must pay a particular snack food tax in the UK, because it failed to make its case that Pringles is not, in fact, a potato chip. The company said that because Pringles have only 42% potato in them (the rest being flour and fat), they are more like a cake or biscuit and therefore not subject to the tax in question.
I wonder if P&G would have won their case if they had employed a five-year-old to argue it.
Keep Dreaming
And don’t let people stop stopping you from not following your dreams. No, really. Those people, they don’t know, but you are awesome. Keep on dreaming on those dreams.
What Does a Publishable Author Need?
That is, what does an unpublished writer need to know or do to become a published author. In this post, the writer says a variety of important things which he contradicts later in the post, specifically how writers should do their homework before thinking they are good for anything–more or less.
Proof of life

The book is here.
When I Am Weak, He Is Strong
The iMonk talks about our brokenness before our Lord:
How can someone who has the answers for everyone one moment, have no answers for themselves the next? Why are we, after all that confident talk of “new life,” “new creation,” “the power of God,” “healing,” “wisdom,” “miracles,” “the power of prayer,” …why are we so weak? Why do so many “good Christian people,” turn out to be just like everyone else? Divorced. Depressed. Broken. Messed up. Full of pain and secrets. Addicted, needy and phony. I thought we were different.
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You people with your Bibles. Look something up for me? Isn’t almost everyone in that book screwed up? I mean, don’t the screwed up people- like Abraham, Jacob, Moses, David, Hosea- outnumber the “good Christians” by about ten to one?
Freest States in the Union
In case you missed this, the states with the most freedom are those with low taxes, low government spending, and not too much legal management of private lives. Liberal state governments restrict freedom far more than conservative state governments, according to a study. “The problem is that the cultural values of liberal governments seem on balance to require more regulation of individual behavior than do the cultural values of conservative governments.”
Yes, this is a problem. As I was discussing with the good wife after watching “The Dark Knight” recently, good people rely on each other to behave and be trustworthy. There can be structures for law enforcement and personal defense, but the whole system breaks down once enough people become corrupt in one way or another. Add to that someone willing to force his agenda on everyone, you can have chaos quickly.
So conservatives want everyone to do what’s right, believing the more power concentrated in government, the less positive freedom we all have, and liberals want the heavy hand of government to force everyone to do what’s right, believing government power will always work they way they want it to, never turning on them to take their freedom away. For many years, conservatives have been lousy communicators and in many ways lousy practitioners of justice, liberty, and mercy. Liberals have been lousy visionaries, misunderstanding the base reality that given enough power we will redefine justice, liberty, and mercy.
On a related note, let me say that I’m proud of a man I work with, who told me today of a plan he is working with others to form a non-profit which will work to open opportunities for local minority workers–people who want to work but have few options. The organization will encourage employment from our community, specifically for those who have had many doors closed to them. That’s the way to do it, private citizens helping each other and not relying on the government to force them to do it its way.
The Woods, by Harlan Coben
Paul Copeland, the hero of The Woods, is a county prosecutor in New Jersey. He is currently handling a case which looks very reminiscent of the Duke lacrosse team rape case a few years back (but which, he insists in his Afterword, is in no way connected. He came up with the idea before the Duke case happened. Such things do occur).
Paul has had a rough time in life. He’s the son of Russian immigrants who suffered greatly under Soviet rule. His father died recently. His wife died of cancer a few years ago. His mother disappeared years back, and never made contact again.
But worst of all was what happened one terrible night twenty years ago. He was a camp counselor, charged with security that night, but he went off with his girlfriend to make out instead. While they were having sex, four campers were murdered, though only two bodies were ever found in the deep woods. One of the missing was his own sister. Continue reading The Woods, by Harlan Coben
