God “summoned the splendor of sun and of moon,
Lifting as lamps their lights for earthwaru.
He filled all the fields with fruit for the tasting,
He gave us such greenery, good leaves and branches.”
Letters to Read While Standing in Line to Vote
Official announcement: Due to the heavy volume of letters, along with a few other things going on around here, more letters than normal will not make it in this week. Sorry about that. Hopefully things ...
A Demon Demented
“Now a demon demented, in darkness a prowler,
Held a hard grudge when he heard with great pain
The great and the good with glory were feasting,
The scop sang their songs, the strings were well played,
The harp filled the hall, a herald of joy.
So skilled in his singing, he sang the creation . . .”
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Something Like Dryer-Vent-Lint-for-Brains
Introduction: In order to keep these things plain and clear and lucid and comprehensible and transpicuous, you and I are going to have a little talk about this here election tomorrow. And in this little talk I am going to play the role of a Dutch uncle, which means, in its turn, that I am …
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You Know the Drill
So here it is November yet again, and it is our third time around. I suspect that many of you know the drill, but in case you are new to these parts, I suppose I should take just a moment to explain the ground rules. Exactly what is No Quarter November? Or, as we will …
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A Grim Invitation
“So he kept his kingly word and came with rings,
Treasures, and torques, the tables were heaped,
The hall reared up high, with horn-gabled corners,
Baiting the battle-flames; that burning would come.”
Beowulf, p. 9
A Second Round on John Piper, Me, and the Cool Shame Election
Introduction: So on Monday I wrote about John Piper's piece on the choice between Biden and Trump. A bit later, John Piper wrote me an email that began with "Heavenly days!" -- which is how respected ...
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Burial at Sea
“Silent, sheathed in ice, the ship rode the harbor,
The ring prow was ready, and rigged for the journey,
They laid out their lord, beloved by all of them.”
Beowulf, p. 8