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Bede's Library: the Alliance of Faith and Reason
A Christian Thinktank
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He Lives
Mike Gene Teleologic
Errant Skeptics Research Institute
Stephen Jones' CreationEvolutionDesign
Touchstone: a journal of mere Christianity: mere comments
The Secularist Critique: Deconstructing secularism
Ex-atheist.com: I Wasn't Born Again Yesterday
imago veritatis by Alan Myatt
Solid Rock Ministries
The Internet Monk: a webjournal by Michael Spencer
The Sydney Line: the website of Keith Windschuttle
Miranda Devine's writings in the Sydney Morning Herald
David Horowitz frontpage magazine
Thoughts of a 21st century Christian Philosopher
one-eighty
Steven Lovell's philosophical themes from C.S.Lewis
Peter S. Williams Christian philosophy and apologetics
Shandon L. Guthrie
Clayton Cramer's Blog
Andrew Bolt columns
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PAST JOTTINGS

The manyana factor 1
The manyana factor 2
The Myth of the Flat Earth
The Myth of the Burning of the Library of Alexandria by Christians
"Let me make it clear that I am not a Creationist..."
The Myth of Being Burnt Alive for Seeking Pain Relief in Childbirth
The Myth of Christian Opposition to the Use of Anaesthesia
God-obsessed atheists
Diamond in the rough
More genocide
Jesus, History and Eyewitnesses
How do we know anything historically?
The machete as a modern weapon of mass destruction
Send in the Clones
Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
Humanist's Love Poem
Cartoon reality
When the ship comes in...
Get Your Own Dirt
Total Disbelief
Mock on, mock on...
The “Piltdown Moth”?
More moths and men
In a perfect socialist transport-system, there would be no accidents
Spin Doctor?
Animals
Ulterior Motives?
Micro macro muck row
You may be a fundamentalist atheist if...
The hidden God?
Useful idiots?
Creed
Interested in being a Christian without being... Christian?
The Blind Men and the Elephant
Peering into peer review
aPEERances can be deceptive
Ockham's razor
Broken Wheel
Confession
Under African skies
Your Worldview is Showing
Not Waving but Drowning
Proudly serving people with no reason to believe
As the Ruin Falls
Which burnings?
Skepticism and gullibilty in the ancient world
God’s Grandeur
Would the Real Jesus Please Stand Up?
Fate by fluke
The blunt razor
Beware the actor/activist
Exclusive Pictures
I Walked with A Zombie
"It's a dog's life having to raid the dressing-up box for a living"
The Myth of "The Jesus Myth"
Exposing the myth of secularism
White and alienated - except from the cash
Despots, dictators, demigogues, democidal maniacs... and useful idiots
The religion of atheism
Men and women, God and atheism
I still haven't found what I'm looking for
The tail is wagging the dog
"Evolution doesn't give a damn"
Truth decay
Punishment of witches to be replaced with punning of witches
Five Ways to Kill a Man
The Crucifixion
The Cast of Christmas Reassembles For Easter
The Nail Man
The writing's on the ossuary
Easter commentary by Stephen Jones
Atheism lite
Coming out of the conservative closet
Ship of fools
Seven clues to the work of an Intelligent Designer
The new anti-semitism?
Conservative isn't 'conservative' anymore: it's a label for normal
D-generation
Mything artefacts
Tuning in, turning on, and dropping out
Hollywood Halfwits
Rave on
Religion lite, or, Clayton's religion: the religion you have when you're not having a religion
Lovers in a Dangerous Time
The Criminal Under My Own Hat
Reverie
The great big NO
Subjectivism and the argument from moral outrage
The slippery slope to solipsism
Reminding the fellow travellers how tyranny works
European Evangelical Darwinism and fundamentalist secularism
Anything goes
The Dodo dictum
The burden of proof?
Some more thoughts on the burden of proof
History in the dock
The reappearance of peer review
The first commandment of PC
The Parable of the Ants, or, the skeptic's dare
On solipsism
In Salem, they burn witches don't they?
"I would rather wear a burqa than have my eight-year-old child become a sex object"
The rule of contextual congruity
What about the bond?
Revisionist atheism revisited
What's so weak about "weak" atheism?
Question: When is an atheist not an atheist? Answer: When he's not a theist.
Beliefs, I 've had a few
The "Did they really say that?" file
Telescopic morality
Shock! Horror! Bromley the teddy bear caught climbing Ayer's Rock!
"Trust me, I'm a scientist"
The Apostrophe Catastrophe
Fabricating history
On the morality of modern ethics
Have a nice day...
Hitler saw himself as a messiah... just not the Christian one
Himmler, the SS , Nazism, Teutonic Knights, the occult and witchcraft...
Nothing new under the sun...
Make mine sarsaparilla...in a dirty glass
Double standard? What double standard?
"I Wish I Was A Lesbian"
New witches for old
Those darned Calvinists
Don't laugh, it's only a matter of time
j'accuse
The "Brights": Smug, Self-satisfied and Stupid
Franco, the Jews' Fascist Friend
Meet the Brights
Avoiding the sin of discriminatory sexual orientationalism
And here's to you, Bishop Robinson
Is God ontologically present but methodologically absent?
Naturalism bad, naturalism good
Lighten up! It's only a movie
High noon
The play's the thing
Home alone
The religion of neo-Darwinism
The ghost in the machine?
I, Me, Mine
Naturalism all the way down
Tertius' wager
Three words: Context. Context. Context.
Come on and do the 'planetary bacilli’: get up and dance to the music of blind pitiless indifference!
No footprints... only a faint and fading glow
Let my people go
All you need is hate
Gee Whiz! Deep thoughts about deep time and science
Neo and the precipice
Indoctrinating the Good news
Bones of Contention
The Grand Sez Who
The Hills are alive with the sound of stupidity
Words of encouragement
Living in the material world
"You don't easily give up your best illustration of a deeply held belief"
Sorry, Stephen - if you're out there somewhere - it seems you were wrong...
"A boot stomping upon a human face... forever"
The persuasive Word of God
Evolutionary Hymn
Don't imagine, just study the history of the twentieth century
The Atheist hell: where clubs are trumps
When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything
Wondering where the lions are
Telling fibs about God for Marx
The Billy Graham of Atheism
The world according to Richard
The Triumph of Ideology: when science becomes an "ism"
The Darwin of Sociology
Far From Reality
The Myth of Fingerprints
When science becomes religion: Heaven on Earth - the Rise and Fall of Socialism
Sour grapes
If you build it they will leave
Carry on up the Khyber: the fatal price of anal intercourse…
I read the news today, oh boy...about a lucky man who made the grade
Beyond bad
(Il)liberal (in)tolerance
Charles Darwin social evolutionist
Those darn Ruskies
The Devil and Ms Jones
The hound of heaven
Christianity that most paradoxical of religions
Skeptic, heal thyself
What Tolkien can tell us
Closed-minded dogmatists pretending to be otherwise
Good science/bad science
Don't look for moral relativism in The Return of the King, it ain't there
An extended vision
TTT
Talking Tolkien
Gimli tells it like it is
Why we all love and need Middle Earth
Tolkien and the power of Myth



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Monday, May 17, 2004


 
If the dead are not raised,
"Let us eat and drink,
for tomorrow we die."



2:12:58 PM

Saturday, May 15, 2004

Run the race

 

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I discipline my body and keep it under control so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize."

Paul writing to the Corinthians Posted by Hello


12:02:42 AM

Friday, May 14, 2004

Is that all there is?

 
Neuroscientist Vilayanur Ramachandran celebrates his materialistic, mechanistic, reductionist world view while delivering the 2003 BBC Reith Lectures to the applause of the reductionally converted:

...it never ceases to amaze me that all the richness of our mental life - all our feeling, our emotions, our thoughts, our ambition, our love life, our religious sentiments and even what each of us regards as his own intimate private self - is simply the activity of the[..] little specks of jelly in your head, in your brain. There is nothing else.

Indeed "it" never ceases to amaze. Which reminds me of a little song...

I remember when I was a girl
Our house caught on fire
And I'll never forget the look on my father's face
As he gathered me in his arms
And raced to the burning building out on the pavement
And I stood there shivering
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over
I said to myself
"Is that all there is to a fire?"
Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was twelve years old
My daddy took me to the circus
The greatest show on earth
And there were clowns
And elephants
Dancing bears,
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads

And as I sat there watching
I had the feeling that something was missing
I don't know what
But when it was all over
I said to myself
"Is that all there is to the circus?"

Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And then I fell in love
With the most wonderful boy in the world
We'd take long walks down by the river
Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes
We were so very much in love

And then one day
He went away
And I thought I'd die
But I didn't
And when I didn't
I said to myself
"Is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball

I know what you must be saying to yourselves
If that's the way she feels about it
Then why doesn't she just end it all
Oh no. not me. I'm not ready for the final disappointment
'Cause I know just as well as i'm standing here talking to you
That when that final moment comes
And I'm breathing my last breath
I know what I'll be saying to myself
"Is that all there is?"

Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
[as sung by Peggy Lee and written by Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller]

Yes, that's all there is, my friend, now go to sleep and dream sweet dreams.

There is nothing but atoms and molecules... and jelly... especially in Ramachandran's lecture...

6:03:06 PM

Sunday, April 25, 2004

The Beatification of Brian Wilson... God only knows

 
a musical interlude...

Let me begin by announcing unambiguously that I am a fan of the music of Brian Wilson and of the Beach Boys. I really do “like” it - with some notable exceptions (trombone dixie, anyone?)… Having made myself clear on this point I must now admit to breaking ranks with received opinion and dissenting from the musical PC of the ruling rock and pop orthodoxy.

Here is my confession:

I have closely listened to the “definitive” Brian Wilson Beach Boys “masterpiece” Pet Sounds dozens of times in the last couple of years - in both its mono and stereo versions - and I just don’t get it. I have avidly read a plethora of books about the making of the album, about who played and sang what and when and where, about the musical nuances included in each track, about the symbolic significance of the barking dogs and passing train that ends the recording, about the snippets of studio chatter captured in the background and about the ups and many downs in the life of Brian Wilson and its effect upon his “tortured genius”. I have read adoring album reviews from both “lay” music fans and “experts” in the genre. I have heard the praises of the likes of Paul McCartney heaped upon it. I've been to the mountain top. All I can say is hang on to your ego.

Here’s one of the milder accolades:
“Brian Wilson's gift to 20th-century music elevated this pop album into a beguiling musical and emotional cogency that still operates outside pop culture's fickle space-time continuum--and limited critical lexicon.”
(See here for a selection of more typical and less restrained puff pieces.)

But that's not me. Despite my own recognition of Brian Wilson’s fine talents as a composer, arranger and producer I feel somewhat like the little boy in the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes.

Pet Sounds IS - oh, Caroline no - wildly overrated.

There I’ve said it. Maybe I just wasn't made for these times, but no matter how much I admire Brian Wilson and recognize his talent I just can’t find it in myself to put on rose coloured glasses or take the blue pill and agree with the orthodox opinion that Pet Sounds is the greatest pop album ever made and that Mr Wilson is a certified musical genius. He may be a master of melody (perhaps) and a pop prodigy (probably) but a “genius”? Wouldn't it be nice, but no.

There are great moments on Pet Sounds and some lovely tunes suffused with a strong sense of wistful introspection for which the contribution of lyricist Tony Asher should be acknowledged. But it really isn’t that “cutting edge” or even, dare I say it, “ground breaking”. It certainly was a major departure from previous Beach Boys output but calling this album “the greatest album of all time” is an overblown and extravagant piece of revisionist romanticism. Here today everyone in the business of Pop and Rock seems to be getting in on the act, trying to outdo each other by praising the album and relating how pivotal it is to their own musical and personal development as a “serious” artist.

Alas one may be condemned as a heretic for even suggesting that it may not be THAT good.

I thought I was out on a limb on this issue but I have discovered that there are a few other heretics out there who can see that the Emperor, while not completely naked, is not adorned in the finest royal purple either. God only knows my admiration and respect for Brian Wilson remains undiminished. But I agree with Michael Barclay that:

“Wilson’s truly amazing accomplishment wasn’t Pet Sounds, but the single he recorded immediately after: “Good Vibrations.” In a mere three-and-a-half minutes, Wilson betters all the highs of Pet Sounds: the band’s vocal intricacies are in full force; it’s structurally daring for what is essentially a bubble-gum pop song; and the instrumentation features theremin and a rhythm section driven not by drums but cellos, bass, and tambourines. Perhaps the song’s commercial validation makes it less cool than the (deservedly) popular indifference Pet Sounds met upon its release.”

Yes, Pet Sounds the album is just alright with me; it is “good” and certainly historically important for pop music but, in all fairness, I could only call it "great" as a piece of high quality elevator music. And I'm not damning it with faint praise: I really like elevator music.

addendum:
Sarah D. Bunting at Tomato Nation thinks that there may in fact be a “Pet Sounds Principle” that operates among the musical cognoscenti but because she invokes the “N” word and I have made my own confession I have no need to go there… but you might.


10:54:10 PM

Friday, April 23, 2004

Liberal media...what liberal media?

 
Stefan Sharkansky over at Oh, That Liberal Media! gets it in one with his definition of a Liberal:

someone more secular than religious, typically hostile to religion in public life, but reluctant to criticize any religious practices of non-Christian people of color.


7:26:50 PM

Thursday, April 08, 2004

I trawl the megahertz

 
I am telling myself the story of my life,
stranger than song or fiction.
We start with the joyful mysteries,
before the appearance of ether,
trying to capture the elusive:
the farm where the crippled horses heal,
the woods where autumn is reversed,
and the longing for bliss in the arms
of some beloved from the past.
I said 'Your daddy loves you'.
I said 'Your daddy loves you very much';
he just doesn't want to live with us anymore'.

The plane comes down behind enemy lines
and you don't speak the language.
A girl takes pity on you:
she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor,
and her eyes have attained night vision.
In an orchard, drenched in blue light,
she changes your bandages and soothes you.
All day her voice is balm,
then she lowers you into the sunset.
Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel,
so her feet are sore from the walk
to the well of human kindness,
but she gives you a name and you grow into it.
Whether a tramp of the low road or a prince,
riding through Wagnerian opera,
you learn some, if not all, of the language.
And these are the footsteps you follow
- the tracks of impossible love.

12 days in Paris,
and I am awaiting for life to start.
In the lobby of the Hotel Charlemagne
they are hanging photographs
of Rap artists and minor royalty.
All cigarettes have been air-brushed from these pictures,
making everyone a liar,
and saving no-one from their folly.
As proud as Lucifer, I do nothing to hide
my kerosene dress and flint eyes
- which one steady look, are able to restore
to these images their carcinogenic threat.
So what if this is largely bravado?
I have only 12 days in Paris
and I'm awaiting for life to start.
I'm setting out my stall behind a sheet of dark hair,
and you, the hostage of crazed hormones,
will be driven to say:
'I am the next poet laurate
and she is the cherry madonna,
and all of the summer is hers.'

At first I don't notice you,
or the colour of your hair,
or your readiness to laugh.
I am tying a shoelace,
or finding the pavement fascinating
when the comet thrills the sky.
Ever the dull alchemist.
I have before me all the necesary elements:
it is their combination that eludes me.
Forgive me ... I am sleepwalking.
I am jangling along to some song of the moment,
suffering it's sweetness,
luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight.
Meanwhile there is a real world ...
trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news,
but I am living in a lullaby.

You might be huddled in a doorway on the make,
or just getting by, but I don't see it.
You are my one shot at glory.
Soon I will read in your expression
warmth, encouragement, assent.
From an acorn of interest
I will cultivate whole forests of affection.
I will analyse your gestures
like centuries of scholars
poring over Jesus'words.
Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation
I will carelessly discard.
For I am careless ... I'm shameless ... and -
('Mayday, Mayday, watch the needle leave the dial')
I am reckless,
I am telling myself the story of my life.

Soon, I will make you a co-conspirator:
if I am dizzy I will call it rapture;
if I am low I will attribute it to your absence,
noting your tidal effect upon my moods.
Oblivious to the opinions of neighbours
I will bark at the moon like a dog.
In short, I'm asking to be scalded.
It is the onset of fever.

Yesterday they took a census.
Boasting, I said 'I live two doors down from joy.'
Today, bewildered and sarcastic, I phone them and ask
'Isn't it obvious? This slum is empty.'

Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit.
I am listening to the face in the mirror
but I don't think I believe what she's telling me.
Her words are modern, but her eyes have been weeping
in gardens and grottoes since the Middle Ages.
This is the aftermath of fever.
I cool the palms of my hands upon the bars
of an imaginary iron gate.
Only by an extreme act of will can I avoid
becoming a character in a country song:
'Lord, you game me nothing, then took it all away.'
These are the sorrowful mysteries,
and I have to pay attention.
In a chamber of my heart sits an accountant.
He is frowning and waving red paper at me.
I go to the window for air.
I catch the scent of apples,
I hunger for a taste,
but I can't see the orchard for the rain.

There are two ways of looking at this.
The first is to accept that you are gone,
and to light a candle at the shrine of amnesia.
(I could even cheat).
In the subterranean world of anaesthetics
sad white canoes are forever sailing downstream
in the early hours of the morning.
'Tell the stars I'm coming,
make them leave a space for me;
whether bones, or dust,
or ashes once among them I'll be free.'
It may make a glamorous song
but it's dark train of thought
with too many carriages.

There is, of course,
another way of looking at this:
Your daddy loves you; I said
'Your daddy loves you very much;
he doesn't want to live with us anymore.'
I am telling myself the story of my life.

By day and night, fancy electronic dishes
are trained on the heavens.
They are listening for smudged echoes
of the moment of creation.
They are listening for the ghost of a chance.
They may help us make sense of who we are
and where we came from;
and, as a compassionate side effect,
teach us that nothing is ever lost.

So... I rake the sky.
I listen hard.
I trawl the megahertz.
But the net isn't fine enough,
and I miss you
- a swan sailing between two continents,
a ghost inmune to radar.

Still, my eyes are fixed upon
the place I last saw you,
your signal urgent but breaking,
before you became cotton in a blizzard,
a plane coming down behind enemy lines.


Paddy McAloon


Listen here

12:03:47 AM

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

the world according to Hollywood

 
"at least 80% of our contemporaries can not comprehend the world around them without the aid of metaphors derived from movies"
Uncle

5:25:36 PM

We are sick and the sickness is "scientific humanism"

 
This life is much too much trouble, far too strange, to arrive at the end of it and then be asked what you make of it and have to answer, "scientific humanism." That won’t do. A poor show. Life is a mystery, love a delight. Therefore, I take it as axiomatic that one should settle for nothing less than the infinite mystery and the infinite delight; i.e. God. In fact, I demand it. I refuse to settle for anything less. I don’t see why anyone should settle for less than Jacob, who actually grabbed ahold of God and wouldn’t let go until God identified himself and blessed him.


Beware any science or philosophy, any art or religion, that denies the mystery of being human. All our works of discovery and creativity will avail little unless they wrestle with the fundamental question: What does it mean to be a human being who lives and suffers and dies?

Walker Percy


10:01:53 AM

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

The peril of postmodernism: manufacturing and distorting facts, evidence and history in the cause of politically correct ideology

 
In Disarming History: How an award-winning scholar twisted the truth about America's gun culture - and almost got away with it Joyce Lee Malcolm calmly and clearly lays out the timetable that led to the exposure of fraud perpetuated by Emory University history professor Michael Bellesiles in his book Arming America: The Origins of a National Gun Culture.

Bellesiles is only the latest in an ever-growing line of academic historians and scientists found guilty of manipulating the evidence in order to produce works of ideologically driven political correctness. The liberal intelligentsia and media lauded the book when it first came out... now they are not so vocal.
Real historical writers probe factual uncertainties, but they do not invent convenient facts and they do not ignore inconvenient facts. People are entitled to their own opinions, but not to their own facts.
William Kelleher Storey, Writing History


9:03:54 PM

Sunday, April 04, 2004

Shout shout

 
Shout shout don't leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You won't change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still won't care
You don't move me an inch when you do that.

C. & C. Reid

9:34:35 PM

Thursday, April 01, 2004


 
April is the cruellest month...

T.S. Eliot

10:15:29 PM

Thursday, March 25, 2004


 
There are many thought-provoking posts over on Alan Myatt's blog Imago Veritatis

I highly recommend it.

Here are just a couple of recent posts:

Leviticus and Today's Morals in which Alan deconstructs the sophistry of "those who do not believe the Bible's teachings [but] take it upon themselves to instruct those of us who do as to what it means".

This phenomenon is so widespread as to be a virtual epidemic. Nothing highlights it more than plethora of reviews of "The Passion of the Christ" in which secular liberal film reviewers, who loudly proclaim their skepticism, atheism or agnosticism and proudly admit they haven't darkened the doors of a church or a synagogue since their school days, take to pontificating about the theology of the film and the details of New Testament history. Suddenly people for whom God is not a live option set themselves up as experts in the true essence of religion and of Christianity. Such hypocrisy from people who are not Christians, or even vaguely religious, reaches bizarre heights when the film gurus start lecturing Christians on the "real" message of the Gospel and of Christianity.


Why Atheism in which he points out that "atheism turns out to be a wish projection of the atheist". He elaborates:
Atheism, then, can be understood as a sort of psychological crutch for those who are unable to face up to the reality of God's sovereign rule of the creation. Not being able to deal with the implications of such rule, the atheist fabricates a universe more amenable to his tastes. All the while, he convinces himself that he is being rational, objective, just following the evidence, etc., making his wish projection an elaborate self-deception. The atheist is sincere in his unbelief, but he is wish projecting, just the same.

The question is, can such a person be reasoned with? Owen seems to imply that rational proofs of God are ineffective in dealing with atheists in general and I would have to say that much of my own experience corroborates this.


I also recommend his series on Leftist morality in which he provocatively notes that "Leftists want the right to be personally immoral and publicly righteous" and that "leftist secular morality... involves an inherent contradiction between the desire to stand for certain human rights that are always and everywhere valid, and the desire to define morality in such a way that allows for right and wrong to be determined by individuals and cultures as they evolve, without the restraint of an absolute standard."

11:59:59 PM

A classic case of stating the bleeding obvious?

 
Shock! Horror!
New scientific research show that:

Family discipline, religious attendance, attachment to school cut levels of later violence among aggressive children

Aggressive 15 year olds who attended religious services, felt attached to their schools or were exposed to good family management were much less likely to have engaged in violent behavior by the time they turned 18, according to a new multi-ethnic study of urban youth by University of Washington researchers.

The study also showed that the likelihood of violence at 18 among aggressive youth was reduced when they had been exposed to several of what are called protective factors, even when they also were exposed to risk factors, according to lead author Todd Herrenkohl, University of Washington assistant professor of social work.

The research, conducted by the UW's Social Development Research Group, assessed the impact of what social scientists describe as protective and risk factors. Protective factors, such as feeling attached to your community and family and high academic achievement, can foster pro-social and healthy behaviors, said Herrenkohl. Risk factors, such as living in a run-down and crime-ridden neighborhood or associating with antisocial peers, can encourage antisocial or unhealthy behaviors.


"Aggressive 15 year olds who attended religious services, felt attached to their schools or were exposed to good family management were much less likely to have engaged in violent behavior by the time they turned 18."

"Living in a run-down and crime-ridden neighborhood or associating with antisocial peers, can encourage antisocial or unhealthy behaviors."

The earth-shattering findings were published in the journal Social Work Research, in a study funded by the National Institute on Drug Abuse.

These "experts" from the University of Washington are kidding (sic) aren't they? I mean did they really need to be funded to conduct a study merely to discover what all realistic and wise people have always known?...Well, at least all non leftist liberal elitists have always known?

Wise men worked this out long ago without the help of either a PhD or a funded study:

The apostle Paul wrote:
Children, obey your parents because you belong to the Lord, for this is the right thing to do. "Honor your father and mother." This is the first of the Ten Commandments that ends with a promise. And this is the promise: If you honor your father and mother, "you will live a long life, full of blessing." And now a word to you fathers. Don't make your children angry by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with the discipline and instruction approved by the Lord.

Earlier a guy named Solomon said:
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge. Only fools despise wisdom and discipline. Listen, my child,to what your father teaches you. Don't neglect your mother's teaching. What you learn from them will crown you with grace and clothe you with honour. My child, if sinners entice you, turn your back on them! They may say, "Come and join us. Let's hide and kill someone! Let's ambush the innocent! Let's swallow them alive as the grave swallows its victims. Though they are in the prime of life, they will go down into the pit of death. And the loot we'll get! We'll fill our houses with all kinds of things! Come on, throw in your lot with us; we'll split our loot with you." Don't go along with them, my child! Stay far away from their paths. They rush to commit crimes. They hurry to commit murder. When a bird sees a trap being set, it stays away. But not these people! They set an ambush for themselves; they booby-trap their own lives! Such is the fate of all who are greedy for gain. It ends up robbing them of life.

In the midst of a society enamoured of technology but bereft of those much maligned and politically incorrect "traditional values" we discover that our children are being robbed of life.

We have the answers, bur perhaps we love the questions too much...

11:14:47 PM

Sunday, March 21, 2004

Pee-wee Herman escapes the Big House but may never be allowed back in the Play House

 
'Pee-wee Herman' gets three years probation on obscenity charge

"What’s it like in the big house, Micky?

Ahh, it’s not so bad. You get to lift weights, watch TV, write up appeals, take long showers, lift weight. You get used to it."


" I know you are, but what am I?"
Pee-wee's Big Adventure 1985

Tis a pity that some of Pee Wee's more recent big adventures have tragically involved indecency, obscenity and child pornography...

12:14:44 AM

Saturday, March 20, 2004

The modern myth of Christian aggression

 
The Gray Monk: The modern myth of Christian aggression.

Myths? I've known a few...
Another one bites the dust courtesy of The Gray Monk

11:49:59 PM

"If you're gay, bi, or transgendered, we embrace you. But if your orientation is toward Jesus, you'd better keep it to yourself..."

 
For What it's Worth

There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear...
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down...

Stephen Stills


Passion bashin' is in fashion

Margaret Wente writing in The Globe and Mail struggles to come to terms with the power of the Passion and concludes that secular liberals may be... out of touch... Surely not!?

Judging by most of what you read, Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ is the most dangerous, disgusting movie of all time. Even if you haven't seen it, you know that it's a gore-filled splatterfest with anti-Semitic overtones, that Mel Gibson's father is a flat-out Holocaust-denier, and that Mel himself is a sinister marketing genius.

The movie has been condemned by most reviewers... Rick Groen said it "comes perilously close to the pornography of violence." Frank Rich, The New York Times cultural writer, has been flaying Mr. Gibson's movie for weeks. "A joy ride for sadomasochists" was among his kinder remarks. The brilliant Christopher Hitchens called it both homoerotic (in a Nazified kind of way) and sadomasochistic. The Toronto Star's Linda McQuaig called it a "torture flick" that will "fan the flames" of anti-Semitism. Commentators of every faith have deplored it as a religious travesty.

So why is The Passion doing such boffo box office?

Because for millions of people across North America, The Passion is a deeply meaningful devotional experience.

"I was profoundly moved," says Ken Godon , who is pastor of Snowdon Baptist Church in Montreal. "It was a very, very emotional experience for me. I saw it twice, and I wept both times. I'm a devout follower of Jesus, and I love him."

The real rift over The Passion is not between the Christians and the Jews. It's between certain devout Christians and all the rest of us, especially those of little or no faith. Virtually everyone who mongers opinions in the mainstream media, including me, belongs to the latter category.

Rev. Godon is a fine and thoughtful man who counts several rabbis among his friends. His flourishing urban congregation includes Iranians, Filipinos, Africans, West Indians, Chinese and Koreans. Some are converts to Christianity. They feel as he does about the movie. "In the Hebrew scriptures (the Old Testament), there is a chapter which describes what will happen in the future. The Messiah, or the suffering servant, will be marred beyond recognition," he told me. In other words, the gore is precisely the point. "Mel doesn't want people to see a sanitized version of how horrific this was."

In this rendering of Christianity, the suffering is at the very heart of the faith. God allowed His Son to be crushed in our stead. What was done to Jesus is a metaphor for sin. "This is what sin does," says Rev. Godon. "It destroys, it disfigures, it mars. So when you put it all together it becomes a very, very deep reflection. It's a meditation on Jesus and also on my own personal soul."

In the movie, both Jews and Romans howl for Jesus's blood. But Rev. Godon says no Baptist would take a message of anti-Semitism from this. The real message is that we all bear responsibility for Christ's death, and we are all with sin.

In fact, there's no sign that the movie has provoked any upwelling of anti-Semitism. (Some argue that it might be used as a propaganda tool in the Muslim world, but that's another story.) And ironically, the evangelical community is among the staunchest supporters of Jews and Israel. "I have a deep respect for Jewish people," says Rev. Gordon. "I look up to them. I honour them. My faith is connected to their traditions and their scriptures. Everything started with the Jewish people."

He's distressed that some Jewish groups are officially upset by the movie (others are not). "When I look at the film, there is nothing but a profound love for Jesus and a deep respect for the culture from which he came," he says...

Christian evangelism [sic] -- which accepts the literal truth of the Bible -- is the fastest-growing brand of religion in North America today. As the grand old edifices of the Anglican and United Churches empty out, the new fundamentalist congregations are booming. It's not hard to guess why. The churches of the Protestant upper classes have neutered Jesus of his terrifying power. They got rid of all the militancy and gore, which were seen as hopelessly primitive. The suffering of Jesus is Christianity's greatest calling card, and they threw it away.

The Jesus I grew up with was a California hippie with a peace symbol. He was gentle, meek, and it never occurred to me that he was Jewish. The revolutionary Jesus condemning sinners to hellfire was nowhere to be seen. Even as I marched up the aisle on the day I was confirmed, it had begun to dawn on me that Jesus was just a metaphor. You weren't expected to take any of this hocus-pocus literally. In which case, why bother?

The up-market liberal churches have pushed God to the sidelines in favour of ecumenism and social justice. He has all but vanished. For evangelicals, God is real. The blood is not a metaphor. The suffering of Jesus is holy, and to contemplate it is to bear witness. "To me, as horrific as it was, the movie was hauntingly beautiful," says Rev. Godon.

You won't see this view articulated in the mainstream media. Most media folks are proudly secular types who regard openly religious people as distinctly odd. If you're gay, bi, or transgendered, we embrace you. But if your orientation is toward Jesus, you'd better keep it to yourself. We are fairly certain that born-again Christians are bigoted, not very intelligent, and possibly dangerous. This stereotype is easy to sustain because we've never actually met one.

After I talked with Ken Godon, I finally went off to see The Passion. To me, the movie was alternately riveting and revolting, moving and unwatchable. Once or twice it almost touched a chord of rapture in me, the sort of rapture that I vaguely remember feeling as a girl.

The Passion is on its way to being the biggest hit in movie history. Something's happening here, and we ought to find out what it is.


memo to Ms Wente: Read the book

The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written:

"I will destroy the wisdom of the wise;
the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate."

Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe. Jews demand miraculous signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.

...God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things -- and the things that are not -- to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.

The Apostle Paul writing to the Corinthians


10:30:59 PM

The passion against the The Passion...

 
Charlie Reece on why secularists hate "The Passion of the Christ"

Mel Gibson, the actor and director, has done Christians a favor with his movie "The Passion of the Christ"... remind[ing] Christians of the malevolence many secularists feel toward them and their religion. I have never seen the level of personal attacks directed against Gibson launched against any other director, plenty of whom have produced bloody garbage and soft porn. Even when the Disney people hired a convicted pedophile to direct a movie that had pedophile overtones, the critics were all "ho-hum" and "so what."

What you've seen spewed out against Gibson is pure venom, a hatred that goes far beyond any critical disagreement as to the merits of the movie. The attacks have been vicious and personal. He's been called an anti-Semite, a sadomasochist, a wacko and Lord knows what else. It is far more revealing of the nature of his critics than it is of him. Gibson is a Christian and a near genius as a moviemaker. He is not an anti-Semite, unless you accept the definition that an anti-Semite is anyone Jews hate...

All of this malevolence directed at Gibson is also directed at ...Christians. Don't kid yourself.


If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.
Jesus


10:08:38 PM

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Spalding Gray RIP

 
Spalding Gray's Body Found Washed Ashore on Brooklyn Waterfront

The depressed monologuist and actor really had tried "swimming to Cambodia"...


Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.


Vincent by Don McLean

11:59:57 PM

Saturday, January 31, 2004


 
Tertius is currently on sabbatical...

...wondering where in the world is Spalding Gray?


4:07:22 PM

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

still missing

 
Sadly, I have to report Spalding is still missing...

10:41:06 PM