A day in the life of...

Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. So, while the minion throngs cry for something profound, it may be good to note that while I didn't blog because I didn't have time, now I just don't have much to say.

Reading: Against Christianity by Peter Leithart. Thought provoking. Deals with the heresies involved in the view of Christianity as a strictly religious practice that doesn't effect social or political realms. Essentially, following his arguements, we have lost the "Church" as it should be. I'm in the section, Against Theology, right now. In it he argues for a more "organic" approach to the Christian life (a term I borrow from Doug Wilson). He points out that you cannot find words in theological books like (but not limited to) hair, blood, sweat, entrails, etc. Or, as one friend from church shared, our theologies and creeds should protect our the life within our church, not be that life.

Listening to: James Jordan. What can I say? Better experienced that shared. Good stuff.

Drinking: St. Peter's Creme Stout. Good in two ways. Reminds me of my good buddies up at St. Peter's Pres. Bristol, VA. The other is in the name. If you know what I mean, you know what I mean.

The weather has been marvelous. Last week we textured (uh, trained) six and a half houses (of, uh, pigeons) in five days. I now have a positively scandalous pic of myself one of those days, when the "pigeons'' were particularly, ah, thick. Sorry, probly won't post it. Somethings innocent eyes just shouldn't see. When its hot its hot and you gotta do what you gotta do to get things done.

Go see Pippin The Jedi. He belongs to our new pastor. The whole family's great to have around. Oh,yeah its nice havin' a pastor, too.

Death and Insurrection?

Our good Lord and Savior told us that as the world hated and persecuted Him it would hate and persecute us. Shortly after those whose job it was to protect Him killed Him. There seems to be no little irony in the correspondence between the Easter holiday, and the Federal holiday, Tax Day. There is very little humor. While we prepare to sit and ponder the great gift of God in salvation, we must also ponder the great gift we are to volunarily calculate and donate to the gods of the land. While Uncle Sam probes our pockets, we will sit together and drink of something he can never touch. Eternal life. We can give to Ceasar what is dubiously called his, but he can never touch what our Lord calls His own. One day, perhaps a day you and I may not see, even Uncle Sam will bend his strong arm in adoration and service to the King of kings, presidents, and executioners in suits and ties. Until then we give him a clear example of how it is to be done. We remain faithful to the Lord of the faithful.

For kingship belongs to the LORD, and He rules over the nations.