The sun is warm, and very air feel soft between my fingers and I am at peace… until I reflect that ‘really’ the sun is merely a ball of incandescent gas
-thus Bruce C., in mid-season form.
We are all slapping SPDI heartily on the back. His latest is even better than his normal high standard of work.
Wisely and eloquently, at root he makes the very simple point: men won’t prepare for marriage if there aren’t worthy women around. And vice versa. We have moved from a cooperate-cooperate to defect-defect.
What I was groping for, but didn’t quite grasp, was the importance of young people trusting that the opposite sex is also preparing for marriage.
For parents, its trusting that other kids parents are also preparing them for marriage.
One very strong definition of community that transcends race and language and all sorts of things, is the group of people whose kids you expect your kids could marry. Ancestral and blood ties, in other words, are often prospective.
Via Rod Dreher
To interpret such visceral hatred, I now think it useful to focus on the revolution part of Sexual Revolution. We might look at previous political revolutions to get some idea of where we’re at as orthodox Christians. American historian Crane Brinton, in his The Anatomy of Revolution, was one of the first to analyze the stages a revolution goes through.
Revolutions are typically won by a coalition of political actors working together. Once victory is clear, there is often a brief “honeymoon period” where it seems to the victorious classes that anything is possible. For obvious reasons, this euphoria wears off quickly. Because it’s not long before those who backed the revolution realize that life goes on much as before: Utopia has not been established on earth. A growing malaise combines with the fact that the revolutionary leaders are used to living in battle mode, and thus comes the predictable next step. Moderates among the leadership are accused of not being radical enough in their policies–“We must not give in to these backsliders!”–a purge takes place, and the radicals take over. The ambient ardor left over from the initial revolution is then refocused on two new tasks: 1) ensuring ideological purity; 2) mopping up what remains of the defeated classes, who are depicted as all that stands in the way of Utopia’s final arrival. Thus begins the Terror. During this immediately post-revolutionary period, wholly new planks are often introduced into the ruling committee’s platform, typically of a more extremist nature than what was originally demanded in the revolution.
If we view the Sexual Revolution through this lens of past political revolution, it’s pretty clear where we are at present. The revolution has been won, sexual Utopia still hasn’t arrived (because, duh, it never can arrive) and the only thing that might keep our successful revolutionaries busy for the next decade is mopping up what remains of those who refused to drink the Rainbow Kool-Aid when it was first served–i.e. us orthodox religious people. Religious conservatives must be mopped up because, according to the logic, it is our mere existence that prevents Utopia’s final arrival.
-thus Eric Mader.
I find myself regretting the end of the end of history.
There is something deeply difficult, deeply right, and deeply Mormon about being very pleased with what people are doing but encouraging them to do better still.
God bless all of you who are deeply engaged in this program. And if it isn’t quite up to par, bring it there, will you?—in every ward and branch and stake and mission. And let us come nearer to the accomplishment of what the Lord has given us to do.
-thus President Kimball.
I might say the same for all of you. You can do better, but you guys are great.
Consider an object–a corpse. The body of a dead man.
1. In one sense, it is utterly insignificant. It is so small. In its milieu, it is just one among many. Even in life, there was nothing about the construction of this body that made it stand out. And its milieu was just one small portion of the surface of its world, which surface was itself tiny in proportion to the actual earthy, airy, watery mass of the world, which is itself a flyspeck, a nothing, in proportion to the size of the sun that dominates the local area. But even the sun is nothing in comparison with the emptiness of the solar system. And the solar system is nothing in the galaxy, and the galaxy is nothing in the universe.
There is an emptiness called the universe. And within that emptiness, there are unimaginably tiny emptinesses called galaxies. Anything smaller than those smallest of objects are not just small–they might as well not exist.
Christ offers peace. This is a very attractive goal, and more attractive when one is hurt and poor and failing. But there are certain times and places when competition, striving after excellence, all that red-blooded fierce struggle for mastery also seems like a thing worth celebrating. From that standpoint, peace seems like stagnation, and final victory is akin to a final loss.
Me, I sympathize with those who want peace. But the gospel takes in everything good. I got a little insight into how recently.
Monopolies are bad because they stagnate. They are inefficient and get more inefficient over time because the hard choices need not be made.
Yet Peter Thiel said that the natural goal of every new business is to become a monopoly.
It occurs to me that monopoly is not inherently inefficient or inherently stagnant. They are in real life, because our limitations and weakness mean that in some ways and along certain vectors we will only rise to higher things if necessity, booted and spurred, is riding us. But the sufficiently wise, the sufficiently virtuous, could function in monopoly.
That is what Christ offers us. Not peace as we are. Not the peace of damnation. But the peace of what we may become, the endless abounding peace that distills like dew from the heavens. He won it through struggle, and in a much lesser way, so must we. But struggle is not the goal. “And would that I might not drink the cup.”
It started out as a simple suggestion that the holdings of Pearce v. Society of Sisters, Meyer v. Nebraska, and so on be incorporated into a statement of parental rights as against the state.
But it occurred to me that this was just an instance of a more general case. For a long time, judicial supremacy and the difficulty of amending the Constitution has made court cases a de facto method of amendment. The Committee has done sterling work in correcting this problem going forward. They have also incorporated version changes that undo some of the more egregious judicial amendments. Some, but not all. This process needs to be systematized. Either the committee needs to release a technical appendix that lists every major case since the 1.0 version of the Constitution, or else there needs to be some kind of process of reviewing them. Maybe the slate is simply wiped clean. No prior constitutional case is precedential any more. Or maybe Congress is required to have an up or down vote on each case, no debate allowed, that determines whether it will have the status of precedent or not.
Tonight, Jesus went into a garden and took on alone the burden of the sins and sorrows of the world.
Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit—and would that I might not drink the bitter cup, and shrink—
Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook
And this is the unshakeable claim of his Lordship over us, and the seal of his eternal greatness, and the blazing light of his glory. By being the servant of all, he made known that he was the greatest among us.
He shall deliver up the kingdom, and present it unto the Father, spotless, saying: I have overcome and have trodden the wine-press alone, even the wine-press of the fierceness of the wrath of Almighty God.
You find yourself driving on a nearly featureless, nearly uninhabited plain, with nearly no vegetation. What beauty can there be?
There can be a red sunrise, red like fire, behind you. And in front of you the full moon, bigger than life, sitting on the horizon.
On his last mortal Monday, Jesus violently drove the moneychangers out of the temple.
There is something fundamental and culminating about his character revealed there, just as in his meek submission later in the week.
My discussions with mainstream Christian theologians about aliens usually leaves me disappointed.
But this discussion by an Islamic scholar did not. A thoughtful discussion of where Aliens and Cavemen fit into God’s plans, even if we are not given all the details.
Christ entered Jerusalem like a king. He not only tolerated the royal acclamations. He made it clear they were his due. “Even the stones would cry out.”
His mock proclamation as a king later in the week was not so mock.
He rules and reigns.