Wrecking the Ego Car

“Let go of that steering wheel on your ego. Your car is upside down in the ditch and is not moving at all anymore. It won’t hurt anything to let go of the steering wheel. Are you still afraid of Christ taking control of your life? What? Are you afraid He might wreck it? Are you afraid He might flip your car and leave it upside down in a ditch? Isn’t that where you are now?”

Virgins and Volcanoes, p. 87

Levels of Light, Levels of Guilt

“Ultrasound technology was just coming in Nancy and I were expecting our third, and the level of technology at that point, speaking of smudge, was not all that great. The ultrasound image looked like a bad xerox copy of a black and white photo of a distant galaxy. But today the images are strikingly good, and you can even see that your son has his grandfather’s dimples. In short, the ‘clump of cells’ argument has now been revealed for what it is, a murderous lie, and it put a lot of people in the position of having to sin against far more light than they were yet prepared to sin against.”

Virgins and Volcanoes, p. 82

Reactionaries and Their Discontents

Introduction: In times of turbulent churn, one of the things you can usually anticipate is even more turbulence, especially from young men. Their reactions are often predictable, and therefore rational in one sense, while their selected scapegoat targets, upon which they vent, are often arbitrary and capricious. In other words, you can look at the …

RPM Running Hot

“The people running the world are fools. Now many of them, no doubt, did well on their GREs. The tachometer in their little red convertible of a brain can bounce nicely at the right side of the dial. But that does not change the fact that they are barreling down the wrong road late at night, a dark and stormy night actually, and the bridge right up ahead of them is out. Once they launch the whole red operation off the end of that collapsed bridge, the tachometer, such as it is, becomes largely irrelevant. One does not glance at it anymore. One has somehow lost interest.”

Virgins and Volcanoes, pp. 77-78