Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Oilers As a Kid; Titans As an Adult
Lifetime fan: from Houston's "Luv ya Blue" to Nashville's "Code Blue."
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Smothering Ideology
Durch Vernunfteln wird Poesie vertrieben. "Ratiocination drives Poetry away." --Johann Goethe
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Richard Steele on Contentiousness
"Undue controversies scorch up all true love and zeal, grieving peaceability."
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Watts Eleventaried
From all dwelling below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise.
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through lands, by every tongue.
Adore and tremble, for our God
He is a consuming fire.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does its successive journeys run.
To Jesus endless prayer be made,
Endless praises crown His head.
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
Prisoners leap and loose their chains.
Weary find eternal rest,
And all who suffer want are blest.
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
Let every creature rise and bring
Honors peculiar to our King.
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!
Let the Creator's praise arise.
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through lands, by every tongue.
Adore and tremble, for our God
He is a consuming fire.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does its successive journeys run.
To Jesus endless prayer be made,
Endless praises crown His head.
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
Prisoners leap and loose their chains.
Weary find eternal rest,
And all who suffer want are blest.
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
Let every creature rise and bring
Honors peculiar to our King.
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
From Psalm 55: A Lament
My heart is in anguish; terrors have fallen upon me here.
Fear and trembling have come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.
Oh, that I had dove's wings! I'd fly away and rest.
Yes, I'd wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness.
I'd hurry to find shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
It's not an enemy who taunts me--then I'd bear it.
It's not an adversary who betrays me--then I'd hide away.
But it is you: my equal, my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to take sweet counsel together--walking within God's house.
Evening and morning, I cry: Oh that God would save me.
Surely the Lord will hear and redeem my soul in safety.
Fear and trembling have come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.
Oh, that I had dove's wings! I'd fly away and rest.
Yes, I'd wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness.
I'd hurry to find shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
It's not an enemy who taunts me--then I'd bear it.
It's not an adversary who betrays me--then I'd hide away.
But it is you: my equal, my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to take sweet counsel together--walking within God's house.
Evening and morning, I cry: Oh that God would save me.
Surely the Lord will hear and redeem my soul in safety.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Chalmers and the Professional "Weaker Brothers"
"We must stand against the diseased touchiness of our modern age."
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Carlyle’s “Shot-Rubbish” Quip
“Confusion piled on confusion to the utmost horizon’s edge: obscure twilight."
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Thoughts on Obama's Speechifying
1. A pack of bosh.
2. As empty and remote as the mountains of the moon.
3. Fodder for a grand nefariology.
4. Like circling with Dante the sulfurous realms—only not as fun.
5. Playing CSI with history’s most malignant, vicious ideas.
6. Ascending a soapbox to announce I-am-you-and-you-are-me-and-we-are-all-together-joo-joo-ga-joob profundities.
7. Nonsense on stilts.
8. Hare Krishna logic.
9. Yakkety-yak, don’t talk back.
10. The magic of logogoggery and logocide
11. Sixties jabberwocky.
2. As empty and remote as the mountains of the moon.
3. Fodder for a grand nefariology.
4. Like circling with Dante the sulfurous realms—only not as fun.
5. Playing CSI with history’s most malignant, vicious ideas.
6. Ascending a soapbox to announce I-am-you-and-you-are-me-and-we-are-all-together-joo-joo-ga-joob profundities.
7. Nonsense on stilts.
8. Hare Krishna logic.
9. Yakkety-yak, don’t talk back.
10. The magic of logogoggery and logocide
11. Sixties jabberwocky.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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