One of the best parts of the blog is looking at the list of post titles that Zen and John Mansfield have decided not to publish. Sometimes for good reasons, but wow, those are some intriguing little glimpses.
I am not particularly gifted with dreaming. Still, I had an interesting dream Saturday.
I dreamt that the Savior visited each of his people, though they did not see him. He wanted to do some miracle in their lives. But first he wanted to test and evaluate them, to see if they were ready. The tests were little minor things, but most often people failed them, and in a way rejected Him. The people did not see the Savior or His disappointment when they were not ready. He would come back later, perhaps tomorrow, and try again.
The verse that really resonated with this:
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. Rev 3:20
Now, I am sincerely wondering what those little tests would be in my life, and what I need to do to be ready.
I am still looking.
Higher Education as Privilege Laundering
What if We’re the Bad Guys Here? – David Brooks – NYT (link to archived article)
The discussion by the Reddit/SlateStarCodex folks are hilarious, horrified by this “Conservative” David Brooks. They struggle to comprehend how their class could have unfair advantages, and are not very much interested in any case.
If education has merely become a way for privilege to perpetuate itself, then I am beginning to feel about it like I feel about the Hollywood strike. The Studios are dealing in bad faith and are trying to force a bad deal, hoping to bankrupt writers so they are forced into a bad deal. The writers feel likewise. I, for one, hope they are both successful in their duels to the death.
When do we try to fix things, and when do we just let them destroy themselves?
We do the best we can first, because we understand the results of rejecting the Word of God.
We can’t and shouldn’t force these things, but we need to be ready to build a better world. Because we are going to be the only ones doing so.
From SC. Lots to chew on.
One good thing about becoming middle-aged is it reveals to you your inner solipsism. You feel aches and pains springing up here and there and it feels to you like some unique injustice. Why of all the world is this cruel curse come upon me, you cry, because apparently in some part of your mind the experience of literally every one else ever doesn’t count.
Just yesterday Benjamin Franklin’s quote crossed my mind:
Experience is a dear school but fools learn by no other.
Of course he doesn’t mean ‘dear’ the way we do. Experience is not a school that people are really fond of. The older meaning of dear is “expensive.”
“Costly.” “Pricy.” (more…)
I recently tried to back out what our LDS birth rate is. I modeled a bunch of scenarios.
One option is that we have what is normally a vibrant birth rate of 3.0 TFR, which means our actual membership is less than 4 million, compared to our official membership of 17 million.
Bruce C. made a very important point in response. It isn’t so much what your birth rates are, its what direction you are headed. 3.0 TFR is very healthy—unless that number is a drop from higher previous birth rates . The direction is what matters, and the direction is bad. The comment is reproduced in full below (more…)
Excuse me I’m going to make a story.
Suppose we have a new scientific revolution. These people figure out how to commune with stuff. I mean they meditate and suddenly they are inside the rock or the tree. Deep down there they learn stuff about rocks or trees no one could know by experiments.
Their institute is really cool. They can basically melt rocks with their minds so the institute is all this one giant piece of fairy rock curving all over like a wedding cake.
There is a new employee. On orientation day they meet with the director. He’s an old guy who is pretty cool. You know those guys who get really excited about things and talk fast with their hands? That’s him. He’s telling the new guy lots of things but one point he makes is that most of their discoveries don’t come from actually communing. They discover stuff *trying* to commune. They always say “to commune with, you must become as.” To commune with something you have to become like it. They keep adjusting how they think until they reach communion so all the adjustments along the way are amazing discoveries. To commune with you become as.
They start him off with rock. They know rock very well, everyone starts with that. Afterwards he gets to pick his own communion research once he knows how.
He communes with rock. Just getting the rock mind right is hard even though the people there tell him exactly how to do it. Rock thinks of itself as a liquid it turns out just with a very slow beat of time. He stills his mind, he closes his eyes and cuts off every sense except pressure and temperature. He slows. He casts his mind out into the dark and eventually one day he becomes rock. He sings to the rock and the rock sings to him. He can accelerate the tune and the rock flows.
The director calls him in again. Congratulations, he says. What do you want to do with your first research project? The man says, I want to commune with God.
To commune with you become as.
After some weeding and scripture reading this morning we had a bit of leisurely time getting running shoes on and such. We aren’t in our usual tearing hurry because most of us are headed to a church camp at midday. So we ended up informally in the parlor chatting.
Aside: we obviously need to be in much less of a tearing hurry than we are. This moment was precious–it still is, they are still there and I am shouting out observations from the next room. Though I wonder if maybe moments like this are the point of usually being in a tearing hurry. Part of the leisure is the sense of being on holiday.
The particular vein of humor that welled up spontaneously was mixing sophisticated and complex Jane Austen dialogue with internet meme language.
“Much more rational, my dear Caroline, but much less like a ball.”
“Co-sign.”
What started it off was one daughter who was not part of a conversation about Jane Austen dialogue jumping in with what wasn’t but sounded like “Go kill yourself.”
By the end of the day, I think “go kill yourself” is going to be an established family joke, just like, ‘Wait, Athens is real?!? (same daughter).
Here are a couple of recent Charlton posts that are pretty thought-provoking in our ongoing effort to “seek learning out of the best books.” I wish there was one of those blog round-ups for JG-adjacent blogs. But the reality is it would have to be someone from here who did it with all their free time. If the Spirit whispers to one of you that you want to, drop a line. Until then, we will be happy with occasional links.
Mainstream Christians blab a lot about love, but you can tell they understand love to be just an emotion. Their love takes place against a background of materialism, a lifeless universe of randomness and physics…
But a real understanding of love is that love is bound up with creation
We of the Jr Ganymede have no intention of being accused of simply entertaining conspiracies. Nothing half way about it! We have the Lizardmen from the Hollow Flat Earth over for Sunday Dinner with their wives and lizard children. And Bigfoot.
If you have been carefully following the news, there are some seriously weird things going on, as in significantly weirder than normal. Which is pretty weird these days. On top of government officials discussing evidence for UFOs and massive conspiracies of deep black programs hiding things that terrify and unsettle all who know them. Things that are too terrible for the public to know, (but conveniently, not too much for the powers that be.) Seriously, I am not exaggerating. We have even had a Congressman suggest that perhaps these beings are not evolved on other planets, but stem from out own ancient history. And major congressional hearings to reveal what is known on July 26th.
Am I honestly willing to engage the scriptural aspect of these wild irresponsible lunatic conspiratorial rumors? (more…)
Deacon G. read the book of Acts almost as many times as he read the War Chapters.
Peter and the boys are heroes. They have dramatic confrontations where they drop one-liners, mass conversions . . .
. . . heck, they’re superheroes. Fire comes down from heaven. Angels waltz them out of jail. (more…)
It’s a Christian commonplace that the devil is God’s ape. He imitates what God does, badly. We Saints learn this in the temple.
Given this, what should Christians make of the devil’s offer to Adam and Eve that if they follow him by disobeying god, they would “become as gods, knowing good and evil”? If he is offering to them that he will make them semi-gods, of what divine offer is this the pale shadow?
You know. Becoming gods. Being Gods with God.
Speaking of deification, I was thinking recently of the beatific vision at the end of the Divine Comedy. It’s not just looking at God like a a gawker. Its communion with Him.
I have come to think that any real communion means becoming as He is. You cannot commune with what you are not.
Chapter 28 & 29 were comprised of three sections. Each of these sections has a corresponding section in 30-35. This chapter corresponds to the same section as Ch. 28 and we see a lot of callbacks to that chapter. Both chapters deal with the rejection of God’s word (28:9-10; 30:9-12), rejecting the rest God offers (28:12; 30:15), seeking false security (28:15; 30:2-3), the discernment of God (28:26,29; 30:18). The purposeful farmer of 28:23-29 with his plowing and harvesting, corresponds to the destruction and punishment (30:12-17) and redemption (30:18-27).
Likewise, Ch. 31-32 corresponds the first part of Ch. 29, including the verse about “a marvelous work and a wonder” and the end of Ch. 29 corresponds to Ch. 33-35. So if you enjoyed Ch. 29, you have more to look forward to.
This post starts with a dream I had about being an Inkling, and ends with I don’t know what.
For those who are not full blown sufferers of Anglo-Catholic Fiction Disorder, the Inklings were an informal discussion group with Lewis and Tolkien and a number of others at various times.
I dreamed I was ripped through time and woke up in the Oxford area in the 30s.