Thursday, May 26, 2016

John Calvin of Patmos

 John Calvin of Patmos 

Wednesday’s God hates sin;
Thursday’s God brings the last days in.

Calvin’s bride descending.
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth as the old heaven and the old earth faded away and the sea evaporated. Then I saw her, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride devoted to her husband. Then I heard a loud voice: “God is coming. God will be with you. You will be God’s people. He will wipe away all your tears. There will be no more death, no more weeping, no more pain. Everything will be new. The thirsty will drink the water of life. You will be my children.”

And I thought, “Perfect!”

But the voice went on, “Except for cowards and palterers, except for masturbators, murderers, fornicators and fetishists, except for anyone that has ever rigged a game or told a lie. To hell with them. I mean it literally.”*

This was its last word, except to say don't write any more.
 
05.26.16

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* The passage is from Revelation 21, selected verses (TRV).

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Goats left, dammit!

 Goats left, dammit! 

Pay close attention, because this is extremely important – it’s essential.

God hates sin. But God continues to love the sinner. How does that work? It doesn’t.
Wednesday's God hates your sin.*
     No one really believes this because it’s illogical. Let’s say you smell funny to me; it turns my stomach. I can hate the way you smell but love you, right? Maybe, but likely not. Still, that can’t be the way God does it because God loves unconditionally.
     That’s what we say. What we mean, however, is that God loves unconditionally those God loves, the sinner washed clean (of the way she smells). God hates sin but loves the forgiven.
     And God forgives God’s own; and God knows who God’s own are. Except you’re one, you know that. The people whose politics don’t pass the smell test (and their malodorous swarm of followers), not so much.

God knows God’s own. 
     My friend Axel Sundstrøm is fond of saying that the right answer to the question, “Are you saved?” is “God knows,” meaning you (who so disdainfully ask) may not. But, in fact, you do, because you are one of God’s own; you know God’s mind [Ephesians somewhere], and you know that anyone that doesn’t is condemned already. All those that don’t pass the smell test, those that don’t love God – and country! – as they should (as you do), and their goat-smelling swarm of followers: keep going left.

05.25.16
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* or actually, theirs

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Calvin's dream

 Calvin’s dream 

   Monday’s God is full of blame;
   Tuesday’s God is always the same.***
in which we discover: 1. what he looked like without the hat*; 2. that he normally slept in a single bed; 3. that he dreamed in color; and, 4. that in at least one dream – or nightmare – God’s aseity was put into question.
aseity ă-lsā-ĭ-tē   noun   1. of God, free to be, but not free not to be, the same every blessed day.**
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  * He was vain about his thick head of hair, which is one reason he wore the cap.
 ** from Axel Sundstrøm's The Autodidactic Dictionary of Bad Theology.
*** . . . as Monday’s and Wednesday’s; Thursday-Friday-and-Saturday’s.

05.24.16

Monday, May 23, 2016

Waking up Calvinist

Monday's God is full of blame.

 Waking up Calvinist 

The trash then the recycling trucks idle out front. I wake from another of those dreams where I am lost and lorn, confused almost to tears, woefully incompetent for the task at hand but anxious to please someone, some-ones, or something intractable. The Angry God presides, saying she loves me but quivering with judgment.

05.23.16

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Sick as a dog. [Spoiler alert.]

 Sick as a dog. 

None of you has written to ask where I’ve been lately. But I’m going to tell you anyway. Again. Sick. [Warning: spoiler alert.]

What I didn’t tell you: I got it from the dog. What I didn’t tell you about: the great Bacchus-with-the-sprays episode, where the damndog ran in a hunch (like a TV-show cop avoiding fire) from kitchen through butler's pantry through dining room to the front room, scrambling to escape the explosions of dog dirt popping like liquid caps from his ass. As difficult as it was to clean up the mess, it was still funny. Or, it was until the next day, when I found myself running from my own explosions, or running my own explosions to a proper receptacle (to continue the TV cop show metaphor – one of the barrels of water the bomb squad puts bombs in before they detonate them).
     And the dog had the last laugh, because he was over his shiftlessmesss in a day, and I’m not sure I'm not still running from mine.
05.21.16

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Keeping up with the Priebuses

 Keeping up with the Priebuses 

I’ve been sick abed almost a week – when I haven’t been leaping out and rushing to drain orem, anum, or stelionem.* Thank God for my facebook and twitter friends, who have been keeping me up with the news, old, new, and uplifting. Some links for you to follow. (Get this week off to a good start!):


“This fall, we will ask the American people, ‘Do you want four more years of knowledge, or do you want something else?’” [RNC chairman Reince] Priebus said. 

Because: Ignorance is bliss. – The Bible [Two Corinthians 14:4]

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Headline: Worshipper Faces Manslaughter Charges in Deadly Church Shooting in Montgomery County

Apparently the argument began over whether or not a pew could be reserved. [Two Corinthians 15 addresses this issue: you can reserve a seat, if you come early and put your Bible in the place you plan to sit.]

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But, from Carina Storrs' Special to CNN, also yesterday.
Headline: Going to church could help you live longer, study says

The study showed that:
    “Women who regularly attended religious services also had higher rates of social support and optimism, had lower rates of depression and were less likely to smoke. However, the researchers took into account these differences between churchgoers and non-churchgoers when they calculated the decrease in death rates of 13% to 33%.”
     Granted, “The study also did not explore the association in men. Previous research suggests that male churchgoers also benefit, though their decrease in death rate is not as large as among women . . . .”

05.17.16
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* modern Latin: mouthus, anus, and lizardus.



Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A commentary on Ephesians, chapter one; and restrooms, stalls one and two

 Commentary on Ephesians, chapter 1  and Restrooms stalls 1 & 2 
from our near-flung correspondent François Farce

This is the kind of town I live in, redder than blue in a purple state. The tweet doesn’t really tell the story. More accurately: an argument about Paul’s letter to the Ephesians broke out between two stalls in the women’s faculty toilet at a Christian school in the county, so just outside of town. The women emerged from the stalls, and violence – at least slapping and hair-pulling – ensued.
     At issue was the twenty-first verse of chapter one, where the Apostle claims that God has seated Christ at his right hand in heaven “far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come” (NIV) and what that meant now that Ted Cruz had dropped out of the race for the Republican nomination for President of the United States. Of America, to whom we pledge allegiance, “one nation, under God.” Stall one maintained that “being that Hillary and Trump were basically the only ones left,” the present age had better turn into the age to come, when Christ would come down and destroy the powers and the dominions, or we were . . . and she used the f-word, past participle.
     Stall two exploded and said not only was that kind of language unacceptable to her but it showed how far under the powers and dominions stall one had already come, especially considering that Jerry Falwell Jr. no less had endorsed Trump. Stall one repeated the f-word in conjunction with Falwell Jr.’s name (present imperative) that, she went on, showed how far stall two was under the powers and dominions since she thought it was above every name but one and that one wasn’t Jesus’ but Falwell Sr.’s, which made her an idolater.
     Stall two invited stall one to “step outside,” meaning of her stall. She did. Both did. More angry and hurtful and faux-patient and faux-hurt words followed, before two’s patience wore out, she slapped one, and the games began.

I have all of this from the custodian that dared cross the line into the “girls’ room” and try to break up the fight, which, having a “spirit of wisdom” (verse 17), he succeeded in doing peacefully (2:14-18) by ducking his head in, announcing that he had voted for Obama, and ducking out as the women stopped to pursue him.
     Unfortunately, his wisdom cost him his job, twice over.

This is the kind of town I live in, redder than blue in a purple state. This all happened before eleven o’clock this morning.
05.04.16