Content Cluster Muster [12-09-21]

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More here, and why not?

Time to Think Without Blinking

I Really Like This Song for Some Reason

West Lafayette Travesty

So the city council in West Lafayette, Indiana—home of Purdue—is looking to strip Christian counselors of their right to speak biblical truth to the people they are helping. The proposed ordinance is here. Their first “whereas” got off on the wrong foot with me when they said “contemporary science recognizes . . .” One of the affected ministries there would be this one. The fine would a thousand dollars a day.

So Get a Load of That Footnote

And, of course, I do not at all vouch for the authenticity of this. It is a bit too honest to be a real ad . . . but then again, we live in times that make satire impossible.

Jokes I Like to Tell

Once there was a homosexual couple, a couple of men, who decided that because it was the holidays, they should really try to make it to church. One of them had a Catholic background, and the other guy was a lapsed Methodist, so it took them a while to decide where to go. But because the Catholic guy was more opinionated, and because they were in New York, they decided that they would try St. Patrick’s Cathedral.

As it happened, the service they chose was a High Mass, and the Methodist had never seen anything like it. His doors were blown completely off, in other words. He was so impressed.

But the most striking moment came during the processional, when the archbishop came down the center aisle, a staff in his right hand, and he was swinging a thurible with his left, with the smoke of the incense billowing out of it.

The Methodist was sitting right on the aisle, and when archbishop got right next to them, the music of the organ, which had been an acoustical rock pile, suddenly stopped. The was a moment of silence while the organist was putting the music of his next piece up in front of him.

And in that moment, the Methodist really could not contain his admiration, and so he blurted out, in a voice that everyone could hear. “I love your dress, darling, but your purse is on fire.”

And ever o’er its Babel-sounds . . .

We encountered a little bit of static at our annual Christmas carol sing . . .

Necessity the Mother of Invention