The Sci-Fi Channel plans a reality show focused on a school for witches. “We teach Wicca and other metaphysical systems – things like tarot cards, astrology and palmistry.” Yikes.
Can’t Imagine It’s Enforced
Blasphemy in Massachusetts: Chapter 272, Section 36. “Whoever wilfully blasphemes the holy name of God by denying, cursing,” etc.
And if you raise a ruckus in church, section 38 will send you jail too, so watch it.
After posting this yesterday, I asked myself if anyone would want this kind of thing to be enforced. We won’t improve our neighbor’s character by forcing them to keep select vices, like blasphemy, to themselves. Disrupting a worship service is another matter, which I don’t think automatically falls under free speech protections. It is proper for a society to protect places from unruly citizens, so if it were a crime to heckle a minister in my state, I wouldn’t mind. Not that I would press charges on it either.
But common vulgarity or blasphemy as is restricted in Section 36 above shouldn’t be unlawful. Neither should stating that homosexuality is perversion.
Can't Imagine It's Enforced
Blasphemy in Massachusetts: Chapter 272, Section 36. “Whoever wilfully blasphemes the holy name of God by denying, cursing,” etc.
And if you raise a ruckus in church, section 38 will send you jail too, so watch it.
After posting this yesterday, I asked myself if anyone would want this kind of thing to be enforced. We won’t improve our neighbor’s character by forcing them to keep select vices, like blasphemy, to themselves. Disrupting a worship service is another matter, which I don’t think automatically falls under free speech protections. It is proper for a society to protect places from unruly citizens, so if it were a crime to heckle a minister in my state, I wouldn’t mind. Not that I would press charges on it either.
But common vulgarity or blasphemy as is restricted in Section 36 above shouldn’t be unlawful. Neither should stating that homosexuality is perversion.
Mr. Dawntreader with G.K. Chesterton
Dawntreader is taking notes on Chesterton’s thoughtful essays in Orthodoxy:
“Evolution is a good example of that modern intelligence which, if it destroys anything, destroys itself. Evolution is either an innocent scientific description of how certain earthly things came about; or, if it is anything more than this, it is an attack upon thought itself. If evolution destroys anything, it does not destroy religion but rationalism.”
In short, thinking is meaningless if it’s all just chemical processes given to us by random survival instincts.
Tourism by the book
Today’s post isn’t about Norway exactly. It’s about Norway and other places too.
I’ve traveled overseas several times, and I’ve always gone to Norway. Other countries I’ve visited have either been on the way or on the way back from Norway.
It’s not that there’s no other country I’d like to see. It’s just that my traveling money is limited (often nonexistent), and I have to prioritize.
But I must admit the list of countries I really want to see is fairly short.
Denmark, because it’s another ancestral country, and I haven’t been there yet.
The British Isles, because of all the books and movies and literature.
Israel, because of the Bible.
And… hmm. I wouldn’t turn down a free trip to a few other countries, but I won’t feel cheated at the end of my life if the list above covers my life’s tourism.
I’ve often wondered about my complete lack of interest in the exotic. I hear people saying, “Oh, I want to visit China and Indonesia and Brazil and all those far-off, unfamiliar places.”
And I don’t see it. Why, I wonder, am I only interested in my own culture and heritage, and nobody else’s?
The obvious answer, in our time, is that I must be a racist, but I think there’s more to it.
My interest in travel, I’ve realized, is almost entirely connected to my reading. I want to see the places where the stories happened. That’s why I couldn’t appreciate my one canoe trip to the North Woods with my brothers. There wasn’t any beloved story associated with it. (Also paddling and portaging is a lot of work,)
Visiting the American West, on the other hand, is something I want to do. Lots of stories there, historic and fictional.
My interest in seeing a place is directly proportional to the stories I’ve read that come from there. That’s why I’d like to see England, but France and Germany leave me cold (I know The Three Musketeers is French, but, as C. S. Lewis pointed out, it’s not a story in which the landscape plays much of a role).
I’m not saying this is the right way to look at travel, or that my approach is better in any way than yours.
I’m just saying that’s how it is with me.
And what am I blogging for, except to explain myself in exasperating detail?
Copyright in an Age of Technology
The NFL says you should watch the game at home, not at church on a big screen with what some folks consider their extended family. Ridiculous.
What do you think? What is wrong with “mass out-of-home viewings?” In the day of home theater systems, I think this rule will have to change.
Will the Real Jesus of Nazareth Step Forward?
Jared is blogging about Jesus again.
Lest we think “Jesus in our own image” is a sin solely owned by so-called “liberal” academics and historians, we should at least acknowledge the Western Church of the modern world is frequently just as guilty. Just because our Jesus looks different doesn’t mean He’s the historical Jesus.
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It was G.K. Chesterton who, in his defense of Christian orthodoxy, said, “I did not make it. It is making me.” Can we say that of Jesus? Can we say the Jesus we believe in, rest in, trust in is the Jesus who is making us? Or is He the one we’d prefer, the one who’s most like us, who’s safer and nicer, who reflects all of our personal or political values and idiosyncrasies? Is Jesus making us, or is he the Jesus of our own making?
My Norway box is full today
Lots of Norwegian stuff going on (for the six of us who look for that sort of thing).
Most prominently, the Norwegian Nobel Committee just announced they’ve nominated Al Gore for the Peace Prize.
Because of all the wars he’s stopped, I guess. Maybe world leaders watching An Inconvenient Truth fell asleep, and the shooting stopped while they snored.
Or something.
Yesterday a Norwegian cruise ship managed to run aground in Antarctica. This is extremely embarrassing for sailors from a maritime country. I note that the name of the captain is not listed. Because of that I choose to believe that the captain is probably a Portuguese. Or a Greek.
As far as I know, Norwegians don’t actually sail ships anymore. They just own them.
Alternatively, I blame Socialism.
It’s kind of handy, being a Norway-phile. When they do something good, I’ll tell you it’s because Norwegians are great.
When they do something embarrassing, I blame Socialism.
[By the way, Brother Baal got in a good one at our Christmas feast. We were eating lefse, a wonderful Norwegian bread-thing made of potatoes (at least most of the time in this country), kind of like a soft tortilla. Most people eat it with sugar, either brown or white. Brown is the tradition with us.
I noted (for the umpteenth time) that I like mine with strawberry jam. “And,” I pointed out, “I once got lefse with strawberry jam in Norway!”
“That’s because of Socialism,” said Baal.
*Zing*.]
On a somber note, Cousin Andreas is dead.
Cousin Andreas was a descendent of my great-grandfather’s sister, who took over the family farm with her husband. He lived in the house where my great-grandfather was born. He worked, if I remember correctly, as a heavy equipment operator (it’s even harder to make a living as a small farmer over there than it is here).
He had been, at one time, a world class competitive marksman.
He was also totally deaf, as is his widow. They met at a deaf school in Trondheim.
My most vivid memory of him comes from the visit he and his wife paid to America several years ago. It was the first time any Norwegian relative from that side of the family ever came over to the land of Indians and gangsters.
It fell to me, as the only Norwegian speaker in the family under 70, to be their tour guide. You won’t be surprised to know that I was pretty stressed over how I would shepherd a pair of deaf people around, relying on their lip-reading skills in Norwegian.
It proved in the event to be a delightful experience. Andreas and his wife were old travelers. They traveled all over the world, and refused to let the fact that they couldn’t hear in countries where they didn’t know the language slow them down. They charged enthusiastically into every situation, relying on the kindness of strangers, and if something went badly they didn’t beat themselves up over it.
In other words, they were the opposite of me. And that’s always bracing.
A special memory is from when we visited Brother Moloch and his family in Iowa. The first evening, Moloch’s wife (who is a splendid person) came into the living room with The Youngest Niece. They pulled chairs up directly in front of the sofa, facing Andreas and his wife. They raised their hands and began to communicate.
It was like a comedy episode. It was like a game of charades. It was a hoot. We were all laughing ourselves silly before we were done. The communication was bumpy, but extremely effective.
I hope to go back to Norway this summer, but I won’t get to see Cousin Andreas again.
I’m sad about that.
This Ain’t Minnesota
But it’s still snowing. Chattanooga has it’s first good snow in a few years. In the past few years, if it has snowed at all in my area of the world, it has laid on the ground only in the mountains. Today, we have a nice thin snow blanket everywhere.
This Ain't Minnesota
But it’s still snowing. Chattanooga has it’s first good snow in a few years. In the past few years, if it has snowed at all in my area of the world, it has laid on the ground only in the mountains. Today, we have a nice thin snow blanket everywhere.