A Pair of Sandals A pair of sandals, old black pants And leather coat — I must go, my friends, Into the dark, the cold, the first beginning Where the ribs of the ancestor are the rafters Of a meeting house — windows broken And the floor white with bird dung — in there The … Continue reading Poem of the day.
Month: March 2016
Are the mad bright?
There is a common observation, going back to Dalton, that families who are quite bright have more madness within. The Scandiavians have managed to do a correlation of individual school achievement and family cognitive achievement from one of their very large cohorts. This kind of work only happens in Scandinavia, where your school records, your … Continue reading Are the mad bright?
Make disciples. [Mt. 28]
I was editing something last night, and was removing text. Not because the text was poor. But because it was not on point: it was not on topic for that paper, that presentation. When I consider the blog -- particularly one, like this, where you post fairly frequently -- you are not making one point … Continue reading Make disciples. [Mt. 28]
Poem of the day.
Satan's Battle 'Neath shimmering pools of blackest night That ne'er let in the noonday light, There lay the gates of Hell: 'Twas there the devil Prince of Night Challenged to meet in single fight That heavenly messenger of Right, The Angel Gabriel. They met, but e'er they fought he saw Those symbols of Celestial Law, … Continue reading Poem of the day.
Christ rose: the traditionalists doubled down.
Today's text is the resurrection account from Matthew. Matthew was writing primarily to the Jewish Christians, and includes some interesting details. We find that politicians protect those who lie on their behalf. That cover ups exist. And that the true work of God causes fear in those remaining. (There were now 11 disciples; Judas was … Continue reading Christ rose: the traditionalists doubled down.
Churchian mutterings.
I am not American. I am from the Commonwealth, where being a believer is a somewhat odd thing, and believing is to be subversive to the elite. The publick religion of the Commonwealth is a Unitarian belief in the equivelence of all experiences and a deep sense of politeness: the greatest sin is to offend. … Continue reading Churchian mutterings.
Not a haiku of the day.
collecting bouquets of memories to sweeten the end of our days Julian O'Dea
Orcs and Resurrection.
There is a certain biological stupidity in neuroscience. Anatomy, or blood flow, is seen as destiny. The brain structures are seen as fixed. They are not. They are fluid: this took the work of a few engineering types who are not that neurotypical counting every structure in electron microscopes and finding the bulk of our … Continue reading Orcs and Resurrection.
Poem of the day
A Garden Written after the Civil Wars SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display'd: Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl'd, Seem to their staves … Continue reading Poem of the day
Easter Monday
The weekend is kind of over. We have read and be reminded of the death of Christ. We have, yesterday (well it is Monday now in NZ) been reminded of the resurrection, and as the preacher said last night, this changes everything. For we do not have to live in despair. There is the fear … Continue reading Easter Monday