The Girls from Texas

October 14, 2014

not-texas

Based upon the sound testimony of every Texan that I have ever met, Texas is the greatest place on earth. Surely they cannot all be lying to me.

You should let Pat Green and Lyle Lovett speak the truth:

 

Love it:

HT: Creedal Christian

Lutheran Satire

March 17, 2014

Within the last year, a number of blogs have posted sketches from Lutheran Satire, especially St. Patrick’s Bad Analogies. Here is their latest on why the kids are not alright:

They also have a hilarious take on Pope Francis. I love these guys!

‘Son of God’ review

February 27, 2014

The Bible

Not that I had plans to actually see the new ‘Son of God’ film, but I was curious to know what some of the initial reviews were. So far, they are mostly negative. My favorite is Kyle Smith’s review from the New York Post, with some nice doses of humor:

I’m pretty much without sin, so gimme some rocks: “Son of God” envisions a J.C. that’s strictly J.V. It’s a film inspired less by the Bible than by a somewhat lesser guide to Christian precepts: “Jesus for Dummies.”

A repurposed segment of last year’s History Channel miniseries “The Bible,” the film stars Diogo Morgado, a Portuguese actor billed as “the first Latin Jesus.” He makes for a sunny, can-do Portuguesus wandering the land with a miracles-on-demand service available to anyone who walks up to him. He seems oddly, disturbingly in love with himself as he dazzles the Israelites with his fluorescent, Brad Pitt smile.

It trivializes Christian thought to reduce the parables to one-liners and the miracles to magic tricks, but the film was made with the entirely unsurprising input of Joel Osteen, the charlatan self-help guru who has advised his followers that prayer can help you snag a good parking space.

“Son of God” is guilty of all the sins of the 1950s Bible epics, but without any of the majesty. The supporting characters lack depth, and the actors are blocky and silly, lugging around those half-British accents that supposedly indicate seriousness. The special effects aren’t good enough for the big screen — Jerusalem looks like it was created out of Legos — and the overbearing soundtrack turns what ought to be quietly transcendent moments into corn syrup. The Last Supper? Doesn’t need a lot of embellishment. It’s a profound moment. So why bury it under the rubble left by orchestral bombardment?

You can read the rest here. With Joel Osteen as a consultant, then that is about all I need to know! I have some old school Reformed friends who refuse to watch any Jesus movies — as all pictorial representations of Jesus are prohibited in the older Reformed theology — and this movie appears to justify their qualms!

Oh Dear!

June 13, 2013

God help us:

Geez, I didn’t know how completely perfect and divine the womenfolk are — with their advanced thinking beyond logic, their “intuitive sense of how to heal this planet and make it thrive,” and their “profound capacity for feeling”! Clearly they have never met a Southern woman…oh, like this and this. I love you, Maggie Rose.

If you want your sanity back, I give you this fine piece of Southern intransigence:

“Ballad of a Southern Man,” from Firewater, Whiskey Myers

UPDATE:

And out of Canada, we have this brilliant bit of Phd work:

“Children’s media use cuddly animals to reinforce ‘racist’ and ‘socially dominant norms,’ researcher says” [HT: Matt Archbold]

You know, socially dominant norms like stable, nuclear families of a heteronormative persuasion. Here is my favorite line: “when we don’t realize that an animal also has its own complex embedded ambiguous life and it exists outside of our own use or interpretation.” Oh, sweetie, you have lost your damn mind. I appreciate that the comments section seems to concur — there is hope for Canada after all.

With the semester starting back and with my church duties, the blog has taken a back seat. Yet, I couldn’t help but pass this along. In a speech at Fordham, Stephen Colbert relates some of his thoughts on the church — the Roman Catholic Church: “I love my church.” I wish we had the entire exchange on audio or video. Naturally, his statement about joy will resonate with those of us who have drank deeply from Barth and Balthasar.

And, while I’m passing stuff along, I really enjoyed this article: “How Protestantism Lost Its Mind,” a stirring defense of institutional religion.

Travis has a review of Oliver Crisp’s collection of essays on Reformed theology. Crisp is the recently minted professor of systematic theology at Fuller — a very smart move on Fuller’s part.

Lastly, Steven Wedgeworth has a long but worthwhile review of John Frame’s travesty of a book, The Escondido Theology. This is strictly intramural stuff, within conservative Reformed circles, so you have to have a penchant for these type of debates. However, I do recommend that everyone peruse their blog, The Calvinist International, an attempt to recover the catholic and political vision of the Reformation and Post-Reformation periods. I have my questions and concerns, to be sure, but this is a fine outpost of Reformed thinking.

My outlaw heritage

August 2, 2012

I’ve been researching my family history, spurned by the recent passing of my grandfather on my father’s side. We inherited boxes of photographs going back to the 19th century, including a photo of my great-great-great-grandfather, Alfred Davis. My mom decided to do some research and came across this little bit of information:

That’s right. My great-great-great-grandfather “died drunk in jail” and was survived by his wife, Henrietta Outlaw! Good Lord, now I understand my fixation on old country music, Merle Haggard and Waylon Jennings. Outlaw is in my blood!

It was also interesting to learn that Alfred’s father, Robert Davis, served in Company A of the 5th regiment of the S.C. Volunteers (Confederate States of America). Also, as best as we can tell, his grandfather seems to have been a fairly successful farmer and, unfortunately, owner of several slaves. So, I have a true Southern heritage, sins and all.

Lots of funny stuff here from a PCUSA seminarian:

best line: “I wish Bonhoeffer was a Presbyterian.”

I actually knew almost all of the acronyms!

HT: D. G. Hart

I really gotta get out of Iowa. I miss all the craziness of my Southern brethren.

HT: Patrick Archbold

[HT: Fr. Chris]