I know many Americans think of Christmas as a single day and like to clear away the trappings of the season well before the fifth of January, but that is sheer barbarism, if you ask me, morally only a few steps removed from human sacrifice, cannibalism, or golf.

I am reading Brant Gardner’s Commentary on 1 Nephi (through the good offices of Santa Claus). (more…)

Evil does not triumph where good has not become insipid. (more…)

Is a genre of literature I’m growing to appreciate more and more with time.

It’s surprisingly depressing, though. It seems like the protagonist always dies at the end, and by then I feel like I’m losing a dear friend.

“Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not” is a little more than I can easily do.

Nowadays young people sometimes refer to their seniors, who do not altogether share their tastes, as “squares.” In this they differ from the ancient Romans, who used the word “quadratus”, when applied to a fellow citizen, as a compliment.

Thus Viscount Slim of Burma.

This Colorado Bishop has a brass, er, mantle and pure gospel awesomeness.

And there are gut reasons.

Merry Christmas, what ho, what ho, what ho! (more…)

I give you William Blake:    (more…)

In every ovation there is a claque. (more…)

Like “Mommy’s brain is made of mush.”

We do not know when Christ was born. It could be December 25th, so relax, Merry Christmas. (more…)

“Intel giveth, and Microsoft taketh away.” (more…)

At a certain profound level every accusation they make against us hits the mark. (more…)

This is the time of year for Christmas devotions. This year my thoughts have been on the impulse to serve the needy that we have at Christmas. We don’t have it at Easter. My thoughts have also been on the Christ child. The religious significance of the grown Christ, on the cross and in the garden, is obvious. But what did Christ do for us as a bare baby?
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