The cancer of convergence.

There have been many who divide their theology on this passage. They reject the pre-tribulation, or the post-tribulation, I don't see the point. What I see is two books. In one book there are our deeds, and if we are judged by those deeds we will damned. It matters what we have done. Our evil … Continue reading The cancer of convergence.

Wife game.

Elspeth has written a post on the process of being married. It does not get much publicity. As Scott says, the ladysphere is a musty cupboard in the glittering faux mansion of the internet. It needs to be read, particularly by young women: who generally are advised to to the precise things that would ruin … Continue reading Wife game.

Sunday Sonnett

November is that historied Emperor Conquered in age but foot to foot with fate Who from his refuge high has heard the roar Of squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late, Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war, And arms the garrison of his last heirloom, And shakes the sky to its extremest … Continue reading Sunday Sonnett

Tactics for the times.

We were going for a walk after church, as pre planned. The sermon was on the parable of the talents, which is in the texts for today in the revised common lectionary. Barry had moved it around and discussed how some had many talents and others had few. The people with many thought God was … Continue reading Tactics for the times.

The synagogues of Satan will fall.

The PCUSA has not quite gone full Unitarian, but is getting close. Of course, this will be on the wrong side of history, dated, and wrong. Just to be clear, the incarnation of Christ was because we are unable to keep the law. If we could keep the law, it would save us: but none … Continue reading The synagogues of Satan will fall.

The big lie.

The big lie is that this life is all there is. That the spirit of this world is the spirit of progressivism, and that it is important to be on the right side of history. This is shown in the hypocrisy of the left, in their triumphant march towards annihilation, and their love of death, … Continue reading The big lie.

Our forebears were better poets than us.

I have been working on administrative things, and have completed that task. This meant I could look for poetry. Then I stumbled onto a metaphysical poet who survived King Philip's War in the then new colony of Massachusetts. Who may not write as well as Donne, but is of the same school. How us Colonials … Continue reading Our forebears were better poets than us.

The university is a sheltered workshop.

Via Brother Aaron, who notes (Yes, mate, I cleaned up your language a bit. I try to keep here PG ) When NBC admits there's an education bubble then you know American students are really forcked. I have said this many times. The university is a sheltered workshop for the highly intelligent. There are communication … Continue reading The university is a sheltered workshop.

The true endgame.

There is an end, and it is glorious. What man does not dream of mounting his charger, unleashing his sword, and smiting his foes? To be the instrument of justice? To see the glory of the last war, and be victorious? For the return of Christ will be such a charge: the last one, and … Continue reading The true endgame.

Babylon is the Thot of this day.

To get to the text I'm afraid there are a couple of introductory quotes, again from the gnomes at Social Matter, who give a good summary this week as usual. They fit with the first part of the text, when a hymn is sung. That the great whore, Babylon, has fallen. Bruce at Cambria over … Continue reading Babylon is the Thot of this day.