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Interests: Sandra (my wife and lifetime interest), art, Biblical studies, family, good food and drink, historic architecture, history, movies, music, musicals, poetry, Christianity, Christian worship, parish ministry, travel
Expertise: Making excuses. Not expert at anything really. Any room in the world for a would be 'renaissance man'? I know something about a lot of things (enough to be dangerous) but not a lot about anything in particular.
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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Currently
Reaching Out Without Dumbing Down: A Theology of Worship for This Urgent Time
By Marva J. Dawn
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Just Too Corny

I found this somewhere and forgot to note where. My apologies for no credit to the author. Corn out the ears. LOL.

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HUMOR FOR LOGOPHILES (LOVERS OF WORDS):


I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.

Police were called to a day care where a 3-yr-old was resisting a rest.

Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.

The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder & got a little behind in his work.

To write with a broken pencil is pointless.

When fish are in schools, they sometimes take debate.

The short fortune teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

A thief who stole a calendar got 12 months.

A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened criminal.

When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U.C.L.A.

The dead batteries were given out free of charge.

A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.

A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.

A will is a dead giveaway.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

A backward poet writes inverse.

In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.

A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

If you don't pay your exorcist, you can get repossessed.

Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.

The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.

A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France, resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.

You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

A calendar's days are numbered.

A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.

A boiled egg is hard to beat.

He had a photographic memory which was never developed.

Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.

When you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.

When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

Acupuncture: a jab well done.




Friday, November 06, 2009

Currently
Absolute Power
By Clint Eastwood, Gene Hackman, Ed Harris, Laura Linney, Scott Glenn
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For All the Saints

The celebration of All Saints in the Anglican world is contained in an what is known as an 'octave'.  An octave is a series or group of eight, in this case eight days of emphasis and focus.  During an octave the prayer (called a 'collect' and pronounced KAHL ekt) prayed on the first day is said again on each day of the octave. 

Here is our collect for All Saints which we have prayed all this week through Sunday, the eighth day in the octave:

O ALMIGHTY God, who hast knit together thine elect in
one communion and fellowship, in the mystical body
of thy Son Christ our Lord; Grant us grace so to follow thy
blessed Saints in all virtuous and godly living, that we may
come to those unspeakable joys which thou hast prepared
for those who unfeignedly love thee; through the same thy
Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

It is good to remember that we are part of something much bigger than ourselves, something that began a long time ago with Adam and Eve and continues to this day.  We have a rich and godly heritage, a noble army of saints, men, women, and children, that lived faithful and at times extraordinary lives.  It would behoove us to acquaint ourselves with those to whom we owe a great debt of gratitude.  It is much easier to see the powerful hand of God in history through the lives of His saints.

Along with our remembrances of them often comes an growing sober sense of the importance of our own lives.  What we have received from them we must be faithful to preserve.  We too must be faithful to advance the cause of Christ and the Gospel in the place where we have been planted, with the people we know, with the means and opportunities God has given us.

God bless us all as we follow in their footsteps and build for a future that is not our own.









Thursday, November 05, 2009

Currently
Man of La Mancha (1973 Movie Soundtrack)
By Mitch Leigh, Joe Darion, Laurence Rosenthal
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The Pornographer's Dream

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Ben Myers has an interesting post that combines thoughtfulness regarding the category of the erotic and contemporary worship. I’ll paste it in full below.

The pornographer’s dream: or, the problem with contemporary worship

There’s been a lot of speculation in recent years about why so many evangelicals are converting to Rome and to Eastern Orthodoxy. I wonder whether the highly experiential focus of contemporary worship might have something to do with it.

The New York singer-songwriter Suzanne Vega has an entertaining song entitled “Pornographer’s Dream” (from her 2007 album, Beauty and Crime). In the song, Vega asks what kind of woman a pornographer would dream about:

Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
What he saw so much of?
Wouldn’t he dream of the thing that he never
Could quite get the touch of?

It’s out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
He’s dreaming of what might be

Out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils,
He’s dreaming of mystery.

It’s a nice idea: the pornographer, from whom nothing is concealed, dreams only of concealment itself. Unlike the rest of us, his fantasies involve not naked flesh, but a body “hidden in veils, covered in silk.” For the pornographer, the only thing forbidden is mystery, so that his fantasises are of clothed women, veiled flesh.

As an analysis of pornography, I think this is completely correct. The real problem with pornography is not that it is too erotic, but that it is not erotic enough. In seeking to reveal everything, to fulfil every fantasy, it destroys the very possibility of fantasy and eroticism. And so the use of pornography ultimately results not in erotic ecstasy or euphoria, but in mere boredom.

Perhaps all this can serve as a parable for the contemporary preference for experiential worship styles. Where every church service becomes the opportunity for a life-changing experience of the divine presence; where every song and sermon and prayer is designed to produce immediate emotional impact; where the whole Christian life is transformed into the pursuit of a “naked” experience of the divine – here, the final outcome can only be a profound and paralysing boredom. And for those subjected to such boredom, the only remaining spiritual desire is for a mysterious God, a God not merely naked and exposed, but clothed in ritual, sacrament, tradition.

Why are so many evangelicals converting to Rome and Constantinople? Perhaps their infinitely deferred quest for a Deus nudus has finally resulted in an unbearable boredom. Perhaps they’re dreaming of a God who is not always promiscuously available to immediate experience, but is instead “hidden in veils, covered in silk” – a more modest, and therefore more sexy God.

For what it’s worth, my own opinion is that we should avoid the pitfalls both of a promiscuous experientialism and of any reaction towards ritualism for its own sake. Instead of trying by our own efforts either to strip God or to clothe him, we should look to the place where God has both veiled and unveiled himself for us: in the event of Jesus Christ.



All Saint's Thought

A thought from John Ruskin for the season.

How are we building on the foundations of Christ and the Apostles?

Therefore, when we build, let us think that we build for ever. Let it not be for present delight, nor for present use alone; let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for, and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will say as they look upon the labour and wrought substance of them, “See! this our fathers did for us.”


Monday, October 12, 2009

Currently
Nuptial Blessing: A Study of Christian Marriage Rites
By Kenneth Stevenson
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Smile : )

A favorite from... I can't remember when. I can't resist:

Betty Botter bought some butter,
"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter--
that would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter,
and the batter 'twas not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter.



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