Since I am returning home today, I quick poem from where I have been: a land one of my great grandfathers was driven off because of the drought. Australia is parched: New Zealand has rain. Cui Bono Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf; Why should … Continue reading Struggle farm poem.
Day: May 5, 2017
Midwit Aphorisms.
I'm moderately bright. I get embarrassed when people call me a genius. I'm not a genius. I have met enough people who are scorchingly bright to know that I am not them, nor do I want to be them. Could it be that the higher up you are on the IQ scale, the more difficult … Continue reading Midwit Aphorisms.
For intolerance. [II John 1]
The cognitive dissonance was strong yesterday. I was half listening to a senior administrator talking about inclusion while reading a series of comments about the negative consequences of inclusion on the church. It is funny: the college will be open -- but there are limits. We defend certain treatments, rightly, and we do not include … Continue reading For intolerance. [II John 1]