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Freedom to Be Who You Are

August 21st, 2014 by G.

Aristotle says something interesting about divine free will in Metaphysics (lest you set to much stock by my store of learning, I’m including the full C.S. Lewis text I got it from):

In Metaphysics we learn that the organization of the universe resembles that of a household, in which ‘no one has so little chance to act at random as the free members. For them everything or almost everything proceeds according to a fixed plan.’


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August 21st, 2014 10:29:45

Happiness is Joy and Sorrow

August 18th, 2014 by G.

Happiness consists of joy and sorrow, while unhappiness consists of pleasure and misery.

-thus H.P.D. Vader

If there is such thing as a gospel aphorism, this would be it, or if Blake wrote Proverbs of Heaven, this would be in it.

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August 18th, 2014 07:59:18

Fake it Till You Make It, Temple Edition

August 14th, 2014 by G.

Forked TongueIn the sacred origin myth, when Satan shows up, the deceit begins. (more…)

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August 14th, 2014 11:13:18

No Pity in Heaven

August 12th, 2014 by G.

The Great Divorce is a great story. It is not a perfect story. I’m thinking here of the episode of the Dwarf and the Tragedian. Short summary: there is a sinner who uses other people’s pity to manipulate them. His wife descends from Heaven to tell him to repent and be saved. In the process we learn that she doesn’t feel sorry for him any more. She doesn’t even feel sad that he’s damned. In Heaven there is no pity, Lewis says.

Well, bunk. (See here for why). (more…)

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August 12th, 2014 14:56:04

The Fruit of the Tree is Entropy

August 07th, 2014 by G.


The fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil was entropy. Non-entropic conditions were barred by cherubim and a flaming sword. (more…)

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August 07th, 2014 15:07:53

The Holy Ghost

August 06th, 2014 by G.

Image a room in your house where God dwells. (more…)

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August 06th, 2014 10:38:35

In and Of the Holy Ghost

July 08th, 2014 by G.

Blessed are the gentiles, because of their belief in me, in and of the Holy Ghost.

3 Nephi 16:6


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July 08th, 2014 05:24:48

Power is Godly

July 07th, 2014 by G.

O Lord God of hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee?

Psalms 89:8


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July 07th, 2014 12:16:56


July 07th, 2014 by G.

Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.

-Psalms 88:18


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July 07th, 2014 06:45:56

Man and Woman, Men and Women

June 27th, 2014 by G.

husband and wife music

“I, for my wife, the sun uphold,” Robert Louis Stevenson wrote. (more…)

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June 27th, 2014 09:56:23

New Truths from Old

June 23rd, 2014 by G.

Many of the revelatory insights that have most reached to my soul have come when listening to a bland talk at church cover the same old ground in the same old way; when swapping pet platitudes in Elder’s Quorum with men I’ve known since I was a kid; and when re-reading scripture.

There is no novelty without familiarity.

The active mind when it hears a new thing considers arguments pro and con. When it hears an old thing, the active mind contemplates. It probes deeper.

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June 23rd, 2014 08:29:17

Fatherhood and Proud of It

June 15th, 2014 by G.

An old favorite. (more…)

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June 15th, 2014 02:57:37

A comprehensive response to Kate Kelly

June 10th, 2014 by Bookslinger

and others who want to chickify the church, by Karen Trifiletti

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June 10th, 2014 16:44:57

Reason Tells Me I’ve a Mother There

June 09th, 2014 by G.

Gapi's wedding 23

Reason tells me I’ve a Mother there.” But reason isn’t enough. I also listen to the heart and the bowels, and they aren’t talking. (more…)

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June 09th, 2014 05:06:46

Hobbes and Hobbits

June 06th, 2014 by G.

What if our imagination should become as a little child’s? What if receiving the kingdom of heaven as a little child mostly meant imagining it differently? Not stern and beautiful like Milton, but jolly and abundant.

Last night I came home to my little boy wearing a red bath robe with a red bandanna on his head pirate-style, a garbage bad tucked into his neckline for a beard, and another garbage bag dragging behind his red trike. He was Santa Claus, he said. My littlest girl was wearing a tan quilt with sticks stuck in her braids. She was the reindeer. The reins were from a swing.

Hobbes and Hobbits
The imagination of children is whimsical. They don’t see the unseen world as eldritch or fey. To them, the transcendental and supernatural are friendly, fun, whimsical, domestic.

The childish imagination is Calvin and Hobbes, Narnia, the Hobbit. When the Abrahamic trial comes, it trusts, because it believes that something golden must lie out there in darkness.

“If you’re thirsty, you may drink.”

They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, “If you are thirsty, come and drink,” and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.

“Are you not thirsty?” said the lion.

“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.

“Then drink,” said the lion.

“May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.

The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.

“Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.

“I make no promise,” said the Lion.

Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.

“Do you eat girls?” she said.

“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill

“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.

“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”

“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.

Even Lord of the Rings has childlike elements. It has hobbits, the Shire, the last Homely House, Strider. Even its orderliness, its insistence on getting the details right for their own sake, is childish.

Perhaps, instead of standing in awe at the works of God, we should wriggle with delight.

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June 06th, 2014 07:13:26