I understand that a Mr Pence spoke at the Southern Baptist Convention overnight, and this was protested by many pastors, who felt he did not deserve any platform because he is the vice president of the USA and thus a racist or antisemite or homophobic or some oher shibboleth. Their narrative is that the church […]Read More → The social gospel does not save.
Over at Social Matter they are going to the beginning of English Poem, to John Skelton: priest, politican and satirist. I’m looking at Pound during his asian phrase. He was moving towards imagism, but I prefer Master Li: “It is no wonder that most genius in China turn to the bottle” The neo-Confucians do not […]Read More → Short ancients, minimal Pound.
This morning brings us news that there has been an agreement between the USA and DPRK. This may eventually end the official state of war between the UN led coalition and North Korea that has continued longer than I have been on the planet. My father, now in his eighties, was in high school during […]Read More → We cannot save ourselves. The dog cannot blog.
It is our duty to fight evil. To keep the structures of the church, which have been builded for our salvation. To not let the enemy define what we can do, or not do. To those who know their church history, the irony of a Reformed blogger defending the seal of confession for the Catholics […]Read More → I am no prophet, but I am afraid.
Jesus Christ had two missions. One was to bear witness to the nature of God to the Jews, the nation of his mother and father, of the prophets and patriarchs. For the Jews of that time were losing their way into a regulatory, virtue signaling legalism. However, as the sermon yesterday noted, Christ was sitting […]Read More → Dogs and salvation.
More Anne Locke. She is writing before the Elizabethans in early scots english, so there is a transliteration. Lo straining crampe of colde despeir againe In feble brest doth pinche my pinyng hart, So as in greatest nede to cry and plaine My speache doth faile to vtter thee my smart. Refreshe my yeldyng hert, […]Read More → Sunday Sonnet.
The Irish have legalized Gay Marriage, and there is pressure on Ulster to do this. So the Presbyterian Church in Ireland (PCI) (which covers the whole Island: most things do) is deliberating what to do. Stephen Green is a Liberal Democrat. He supports Gay Marriage: it is part of his party’s platform. He is also […]Read More → How to get excommunicated.
Last night, with the dogs now asleep and the young people going to bed, we ended up watching the Age of Adaline on Netflix. The thesis is that a woman remains aged 39 for nine decades. At the end of the movie, she finds a gray hair, and has joy. For she has begun to […]Read More → The Hell of our Making.
Sydney’s audience knew their Roman mythology. Cupid is the son of Venus and Mars. The conceit is that Stella is cupid’s bow, and she has an infinite amount of ammunition. I am, as usual, not altering the text: this is Elizabethan English Stella and Astrophel XVII His mother deere, Cupid offended late, Because that Mars, […]Read More → Saturday Sonnet
When I am talking about tradition, I am not talking about that which is handed down to us by the apostles, for all scripture is god inspired, and worthy for teaching, reproof and correction. That is good. Instead I am talking about the traditions that mean that the word of God is stifled. Those who […]Read More → The traditions or the faith.