Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A Preemptive Love-On of Douglas Wilson

This is a preemptive post, published immediately after I published my "Last Person To Identify Himself As Federal Visionist..." post. Y'all. I love me some Douglas Wilson. And if someone described a bunch of that Federally Visiony stuff and asked if I believed it, I'd say yes...you know, as long as we could agree on definitions (sorry, too soon?).

So curious, y'all, to see how Pastor Wilson follows up his disassociation with the term Federal Vision. Crazy seismic ecclesiastical shifts could be about to happen. Or not much might be about to happen. But one thing's for sure...I hadn't heard that term in quite a while. I can feel the theological combat fatigue setting in already.

Last Person to Identify Himself as Federal Visionist Finally Decides to Drop Label

MOSCOW, ID -- Pastor Douglas Wilson, known in evangelical circles for his many books on marriage and family, recently announced that he no longer wished to be associated with something called Federal Vision.

"It was something we were all talking about fifteen years ago," said a spokesman for Pastor Wilson’s office. "A bunch of people got really mad. Man, we went through so many copies of the Westminster Confession. I remember there was that one guy who said we’d all become papists, then converted to Catholicism himself." 

"But that was like, before mySpace. These days, there’s a lot of justification and objectivity of the covenant stuff we like, but mostly we’re not really talking about that stuff anymore. We’re not sure why he didn’t just let sleeping dogs lie."

"I wonder if Doug’s going to move to California," he added. 

As of press time, the only people who seemed to care were early-twenties Reformed men whose beards were still coming in. It was observed that many of them were Baptists, but they had plenty to say about Covenant theology anyway.

Old Family Pictures

Your smile is a reward
Is what I meant to say
When I said you never smiled
As much as your brother.

The Gospel Is Many Things, Who Can Do Them?

The Gospel is one thing, but it is many things.

The Gospel is the annunciation of the Kingdom. It is the advent of the Kingdom. It is the conquest of the Kingdom. It is the deliverance of the Kingdom.

The Gospel is the keys to the Kingdom.

As the old English nursery rhyme has it, this is the key of the kingdom. In that kingdom there is a city. In that city there is a town. In that town there is a street. In that street there is a lane. In that lane there is a yard. In that yard there is a house. In that house there is a room. In that room there is a bed. On that bed there is a basket. In that basket there are some flowers. Flowers in a basket, basket on the bed, bed in the room, room in the house, house in the yard, yard in the lane, lane in the street, street in the town, town in the city, city in the kingdom. Of that kingdom this is the key.

This is a big life in a bigger Kingdom. It's hard to deal with the scope and size and variety. So much is happening at once. One could be tempted to think that proclaiming the Gospel is a thing for a few gifted ones, or a few well-placed ones. But proclaiming the Gospel is not far from you. It is at hand, and in your heart, that you may do it.

Be faithful, and be friendly. Make things and share them. Be modest and generous. Christ sends you his Holy Spirit to make it possible.

How many times have you heard "relationship evangelization" or "doing life" as a rationalization for why you fail to proclaim, or a capitulation to how you already live your life? This is not that. I am telling you right now that you must proclaim the Gospel, and that it is hard work, but that you can do it. God gives you the power. Go, eat with joy thy bread, and drink with a glad heart thy wine, for already hath God been pleased with thy works.

Do not be overwhelmed by the city and the town and the street and the lane and the yard and the house and the room and the bed and the basket and the flowers. In our Father's house there are many many rooms. Go where you must and live your life as Gospel, that where you are there he may also be.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Ground-Level Documentary On Italy's Historic Rugby Win Over South Africa

If you dig the rugby, or just dig sports, you will dig this twenty-minute look at Italy's win over South Africa last year in Florence.

(in English)

Monday, January 9, 2017

Why SJWs Are So Shrill

Meat is murder, y'all.

"Does not man perhaps love something beside well-being? Perhaps he is just as fond of suffering... Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately in love with suffering."
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground

The infamous SJW, or Social Justice Warrior, is a humanist. And what is humanism but, according the American Humanist Association, "a progressive philosophy of life that, without theism and other supernatural beliefs, affirms our ability and responsibility to lead ethical lives of personal fulfillment that aspire to the greater good of humanity." In other words, man is the reference for what is ethical and what the greater good of humanity might be.

Man is usually the point of reference for morality even among the SJWs who claim to believe the Gospel. There is a shrill panic to their work and rhetoric, because they have a sneaking suspicion that this life is the only one that matters.

This is why, for example, abolishing the death penalty becomes such a dear cause to such men. This is the life that matters.

Jesus was not resigned when he declared that the poor would always be with us. He was confident. He was faithful. He is confident and faithful.

In this world, unlike the world to come (come, Lord Jesus!), man needs war to be content, to have meaning in his life. And, to be clear, by man I mean Man. The Christian has his war, the one true Holy War that encompasses all Creation, and gives meaning to his every breath, even in times of deep peace and contentment and gardening.

But what has the humanist? Because of the Christian context from which he sprouted, he is addicted to the meaning given by war. But he is his own point of reference. There is no morality. There is, really, no war.

Therefore he manufactures his own frantic and shrill combat. He does not love well-being. He is extraordinarily, passionately in love with suffering, because if he doesn't think about it too hard, suffering gives his life meaning.

He is perverse. He loves pain. He loves death. And he wants no end to them.

The difference between the Christian and the humanist is the difference between the soldier and the brawler, and it is a world of difference.

Beer Review: Wals Session Citra!

A review of Session Citra! from Brazilian brewer Wals.

I was told it was a session IPA, and I review it as such in the video, but upon further review, nothing on the label makes that claim.