I was sitting at White Duck one day thinking about Tolkien. A very me sentence.Continue reading “Partially Errant Ideas on the Heavenly Unproductive”
I find the beginning of this article to be the trickiest part, because I hope to engage my reader in two ways that are often incompatible. On the one hand, I want to be fully transparent about the position I take on this contentious matter, to avoid persuading via some deceptive holding-back of myself. On the other hand, I don’t want to be dismissed off-hand because I am labeled a fool or villain. Instead I hope that my speculation may actually provoke new thoughtfulness, even in those who do not agree with my beginning assumption. It may very well be fruitless to hope for this possibility, but I’ve decided to be hopeful nonetheless.
And so, I confess that I believe the large-scale legalized abortion of contemporary America to be every bit as morally evil as, for example, the large-scale legalized chattel slavery of colonial America. This is the assumption I bring to this speculation that ought to be said outright. Of course, I can also easily say that mothers who get abortions are caught up in a vast and complex and tragic Human Story, and for the most part, I have nothing but compassion for them. And, I denounce the ideas and actions of Paul Jennings Hill and the like. And, of course, abortion is not the world’s only problem.Continue reading “Necessary for the Illusion”
I am a modern.
Somewhere deep within me exist biases and prejudices towards modern and Western ways of thinking. As new information about the world is observed and discovered, it is perfectly natural to me that our models of the world would change and shift to fit the new information. Our models are in flux; they are only the best we have now. This is the scientific method. This is The Fixation of Belief.Continue reading “A Modern Believer”
Matriarch is feeling peace
Many blessings counted, when:
“Gill!” The scolding goes again,
Henry’s house gets hacked and hewn.
In the middle of the Peaceful Age, the great king Foryon had a daughter named Studia. Hardly could you find a young princess with more spirit and adventure in her bones. At eight years old Studia and three like-minded maids commandeered one of the Kingdom’s canoes in the middle of the night, rowed down the river for four miles until they found an island to their liking, and set up camp. They spent two days on the island hunting and singing and enacting mythic stories and romances until the King’s guards finally found them and brought them back.Continue reading “Glen’s Tales: An Accidental Invention”
Continue reading “Sunday Afternoon Reflection on Stability”
In [Paul’s letters] are some things hard to understand, which the untaught and unstable distort, as they do also the rest of the Scriptures, to their own destruction. You therefore, beloved, knowing this beforehand, be on your guard so that you are not carried away by the error of unprincipled men and fall from your own steadfastness.
2 Peter 3:16b-17, NASB
With much gratitude to Harrison Eggers for his feedback on my rough draft. (I basically plagiarized his email to me in some of these sections.)Continue reading “Untrained Ideas on Climate Change Policy, For My Brother”