2012-06-22T12:17:33-04:00

Left Behind, pp. 424-426 As Bruce and Buck go around in circles, spiraling closer to Buck’s eventual conversion, I find myself reimagining this scene set in “The Box” from Homicide: Life on the Street, with Andre Braugher in the role of the Rev. Det. Bruce Barnes Pembleton. The authors’ notion of evangelism isn’t that different from the manipulative mind games employed by Braugher’s jesuitical policeman when interrogating suspects. It wouldn’t seem out of place if, instead of asking Buck to... Read more

2008-04-17T13:33:32-04:00

… I was reminded of a conversation I had with an American military intelligence officer who was having a supper of Jack Daniel’s and Coca Cola at a Kigali bar. “I heard you’re interested in genocide,” the American said. “Do you know what genocide is?” I asked him to tell me. “A cheese sandwich,” he said. “Write it down. Genocide is a cheese sandwich.” I asked him how he figured that. “What does anyone care about a cheese sandwich?” he... Read more

2008-04-15T22:17:10-04:00

I want to link to a couple of items from today’s paper, so let me first reassure you that I’m not trying to turn into Will Bunch and don’t intend to make a daily dose of local news a regular feature. Neither of these stories, mind you, is anywhere near as important as this or this or this, but I haven’t yet gotten to the point where I can discuss those without sliding into a profanity-filled tirade. I can’t yet... Read more

2008-04-14T13:41:55-04:00

From today’s paper: “Bill would restrict voting to property owners.” Last week, [Republican State Rep. Deborah] Hudson introduced House Bill 358, a one-line bill that would restrict voting in school-tax referendums to those who actually pay the tax. Only citizens who live in the district and own property there would be allowed to vote in referendums, though renters and other nonproperty owners living in the district still could vote in school board elections. But by Thursday, Hudson learned that there... Read more

2008-04-14T09:56:28-04:00

I remember back, waaay back — had to have been, maybe, January of aught-eight, so we’re talking 80, maybe even 90 days ago — participating in online discussions about the Democratic primaries. This will just sound crazy to you young ‘uns, but way back then, you could actually do that online without fisticuffs or weird, out-of-nowhere accusations. I see some of you looking skeptical, but you kids’ll just have to take my word for it. It was another time —... Read more

2008-04-12T16:18:27-04:00

Check, check … is this thing on? OK, then. Comcast seems to have me all set up here in my new digs. They’re quite accommodating if you ask politely and say the magic word (not “please” — “Verizon”). So we now resume our irregularly scheduled blogging. – – – Thank you Trevor et. al. for sticking up for Rich Mullins in comments. Mullins did write the unfortunate worship anthem “Awesome God,” but he also wrote quite a bit of music... Read more

2012-06-22T12:13:40-04:00

Left Behind, pp. 423-424 “I have a message and an answer for people genuinely seeking,” the Rev. Bruce Barnes tells Buck Williams, adding that, if Buck meets that stipulation, “I have all the time you need.” “Well, sir,” Buck said, nearly staggered by the emotion and humility he heard in his own voice, “I appreciate that.” Strolling through Left Behind, one frequently winds up tripping over phrases like that. They force one to stop, turn around and inspect the ground,... Read more

2012-06-22T12:13:31-04:00

Left Behind, pp. 421-423 The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity We left Buck Williams sitting in his car parked in front of New Hope Village Church, "his head in his hands." And there he sits for the next page, musing about how his carefully planned and ordered life had been knocked off balance by recent events: But nothing had prepared him for the disappearances or for the violent deaths of his friends. While he... Read more

2008-03-25T15:19:45-04:00

I’m at the awkward stage of moving where nearly everything is sealed in boxes. The first dozen or so boxes were neatly sorted and labeled. The last dozen are unlabelable, although I suppose I could write “Stuff that didn’t fit in the other boxes.” I’ve got to make one more run to Goodwill and probably one more run to the liquor store (for more boxes — the place looks like I’m running some kind of black market bootleg and office-supply... Read more

2008-03-23T08:07:48-04:00

Thank you, hapax, for the link to St. John Chrysostom’s Easter sermon. I had been thinking of posting John Donne’s “Holy Sonnet X” or perhaps Wendell Berry’s “The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” (which is where the title for this post comes from), but let’s just leave it to the golden-tongued Archbishop of Constantinople: First and last alike, receive your reward.Rich and poor, rejoice together! Conscientious and lazy, celebrate the day!You who have kept the fast, and you who have not,rejoice,... Read more

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