“We must remember that sin doesn’t make sense. If it made sense, it wouldn’t really be sin. Sin is a fundamental irrationality, an attitude that wants to define the world over against the way the Creator of the world determined to define it” (Same Sex Mirage, p. xi).
Tuesday and the Letters It Brings
All the Aimee Posts: Your unfolding review of Aimee Byrd’s latest is an excellent little nugget of discernment. What especially comes across to me is the awareness of subtle fallacies which, when one has truly thought through the biblical principles involved, are not so subtle after all. Thank you. I am far from pessimistic about …
God’s Bistro
“The world is God’s bistro, and the menu is enormous. The bottles in the middle of every table at God’s bistro are full of righteousness, peace, joy and thanksgiving. It is a special sauce, and it goes on anything” (Confessions of a Food Catholic, p. 199).
Faint Praise
Way Below
“Men have a way of esteeming things that God considers below dumpster scrapings” (Confessions of a Food Catholic, p. 197).
The Whole Bag
“The basic food law for Christians is love . . . Two Christians, with completely different brown bag lunches, should be able to laugh and talk together over those lunches, even though one bag is filled with food that is full of pure thoughts and the healthiest thing to do with the other lunch would …
Like So Many Dried Beetles
Introduction: And so—as we continue to work our way through Aimee Byrd’s book, Why Can’t We Be Friends?—we continue to find stuff to talk about. In part I suppose that this is because life between the sexes is variegated and complex, and not a simple and straightforward relationship, like that which exists between Point A …
Which Helps a Bit
“Imagine you have been invited to dinner somewhere, and suppose you just can’t get past the fact that your hosts are, apparently without malice, serving up carcinogens covered in gravy. Well, Jesus said that we had to take up our cross in order to follow Him. Your obligation is to die for your brother. At …
Not Every Letter Agrees . . .
Balsa Wood: As one who works at the organization that built Solar Probe (and knows many of the good people who built it; yes it is audacious!), I very much liked your reference. And I do expect there will be some people who speak up about what happened in St Louis. We might not be …
A World of Difference
“Which sanctifies which? The gold the altar or the altar the gold? Having established the principle, i.e. that the altar does the sanctifying, we have to ask, in matters of table fellowship, whether the altar is on the platters or in the chairs” (Confessions of a Food Catholic, p. 193).