Wit & Whim

 I have an old Walther League ring that is basically a permanent fixture om my right hand. My great grandfather was very into walther league, or so the family stories go. This is not his ring. I wish I had it, and hope that some other son of the extended family wears it from time to time. The ring is beautiful, but that is not the main reason that I bought it. I bought it partly because I had become troubled by the problem of loneliness, and I had looked back to see if there was anything we could draw from our grandparents to help with our present evils. The real driving reason to buy it was that it was going for less than the melt value, and it seemed to me the boomer smelters have given enough of the artifacts of our traditions to the fire. The epidemic of loneliness and the boomers/greatest generation melting down traditions to make new forms have the same root, in my mind. Both find their root in a loss of necessity. I've long held the conjecture that the loss of our traditions...

If you take the balance of all the literate days of my life up to this point, I've read the bible on less than half of them. My KPIs on prayer are probably strong if you include bed and mealtimes, but take a sharp hit if those go in a separate category. Now, stakeholders will be heartened to see that these numbers are significantly stronger over the last 2-3 years, demonstrating that new policies and practices have lead to sustainable growth in key areas. Now, there were two pieces that lead to this improvement. Firstly, the pricking of my own conscience as my children have come to an age where they obviously need daily devotions and instruction. And the second the loving harangues of my father in law, who is constantly extolling us to read our bibles and engage with the holy scripture. Christian conscience, sparked by faith however imperfect, and the voice of one crying in the wilderness "make straight the way of the lord!" A dynamite combo. I would like to imagine that ...

 I always find that the best time to engage with the latest intense internet drama is after everyone else is bored with it and no longer talking about it. Blogging, you see, is like making french toast. You may think that it will be better with the subject coming piping hot out of the oven of twitter wrath. I'm sure you can almost smell it. But no, french toast and opinion pieces have this in common; they are far better once the substance we are working with is good and stale. We get to work with a firm medium, bringing it back to life; firm, full, and delicious. If you try the same with fresh hot takes, you wind up with sad, spongy, opinion pieces with no chew. I have one in mind, of course. I'm not just musing on generalities, so let me get you up to speed. There was a certain man, who was giving a lecture at Bugenhagen. His lecture was on our discomfort with hierarchy. It was a full and ranging lecture, but in the course of the lecture there was a 5 minute segment that dealt...

 Content advisory: viewer discretion is advised. And I'm quite serious, I'm going to deal with some mature topics here, specifically around sexuality. I am responding to internet discourse with philosophical context and language racier than Georgette Heyer for the sake of directness. No minotaurs, but proeeed at your own risk. Every so often one encounters ideas that have escaped the manosphere and that are being espoused by the worst kind of calvinists--the reader may object that all of them are the worst kind. Yes, yes, this is true, but here I mean the most obnoxious kind. One encounters these ideas because, unfortunately, the most obnoxious kind of calvinists tend to have a direct impact on what one sees coming out of the most obnoxious kind of Lutheran--which, inversely, is typically not the worst kind of Lutheran, but rather the mostly great sort of Lutheran who betrays their excellence with occasional bouts of calvinist derived manosphere bullshit. So here it is. Self pr...

 This is not about the news. This is about something truly and inherantly human. This is a blues song cloaked in a blog post, getting right to the heart of the things that people really care about. You may have heard it said that oral traditions are changing and evolving with the advent of digital media. That the wide dissemination of voice and video recordings are not corrupting the art, but saving it. Well, I don't know about all that, but just this morning I got to initiate my daughter into one of the universal rites in our people's oral history. You see, my child asked me why it was so dark at 7:45 in the morning, and would it just keep getting darker and darker until the longest day? And I took a day breath and answered her as our people have done for what seems like ages. No, I said, the darkness all around you at 7:45 in the lunatic consequence of something called daylight savings time, where we all change our clocks to say it is one hour later for half the year, for rea...

 I'd make you read all of Colossians 3, but I'll pull excepts: 1.  If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God... 8...But now ye also put off all these; anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy communication out of your mouth.  I have a friend who likes to point out that there are two ditches on each side of the road, and we are often want to get out of one ditch only to cross right over the straight and narrow road into the opposite ditch. So it has been with the attempt to reclaim masculinity. We had--as a society--become ashamed of the notion that a man was the head of his family. We had bought in wholesale to the truism that men and women were effectively the same, and that the only real difference was socialization and upbringing. That the male impulse to competition, striving, and deal with emotions with a stiff upper lip were toxic traits forced on us by societal convention and obsolete necessity....