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A Cup of Tea

It's bitter cold, I pull myself out of bed, There's nothing I want more Than to keep you warm. You get up, You brace yourself for the day, You pour your heart, your life Into those four souls. Each day brings New challenges, New worries,  New waves of stress, Someone always needs something, Something is always breaking. At night You and I Cheesy TV And  A cup of tea.

"The More Things Change..." or "Joe Biden Doing Joe Biden Things"

1 Samuel 2  relates the story of Eli, the well-meaning high priest whose only flaw (apparently) was his refusal to discipline his sons.  These sons, described as worthless men , utilized their position to abuse the people and indulge their lusts with impunity.  Eli's dereliction of duty brought his otherwise noble career in service to God's house to an ignominious end.   There are, of course, important differences between Eli and Joe Biden.  Joe Biden is not a religious leader (though he is a practicing Roman Catholic ), nor would I consider his record to be otherwise spotless.  However, similarly to Eli,  Biden's pardoning of his own  worthless son, Hunter, will prove to be his legacy.  His long (and I mean loooong) career in politics will likely be overshadowed, even in the eyes of those who previously respected him, by this one shameless act.  By pardoning his son despite  promising not to, Biden has yet again demonstrate...

Haiku for Bethany

Such a pretty girl The fairest, the loveliest Lovelier each day Kind, caring, friendly Generous, sacrificial Gentle, powerful Her love and her touch Sparks igniting in my chest Souls entwined, yet freed   Golden hair, brown eyes That bright smile that captured My gaze and my heart

The Real Presence & Paedocommunion: A Deeper Rift Between Reformed Churches

You're going back to Rome! Theological disagreements within the Reformed world, especially those of the last half century, often devolve into these sorts of accusations.  As controversialists like Doug Wilson and Peter Leithart began to break away from the larger conservative Presbyterian and Reformed denominations, it became clear that the rift was deeper than semantics and systematic minutiae.  Much like the Reformation four centuries before, the Table was a primary point of conflict.   What does it mean?  Who may partake?  What do we call it?    These questions, along with a few more, divided Reformed brethren as the physical elements of our religion reflected deeper conflicts.  Good men began to understand that the problem wasn't just in our logos, but in our pathos and ethos, as well. Paedocommunion (hereafter PC) has been one of the hottest points of contention.  PC has always been normal to me as I grew up with it.  I underst...

Some Thoughts on the 2024 Election

So, we had an election earlier this week.  Perhaps you heard about it. I have done my best to remain mostly silent on political issues this time around because I have found that fixating on such matters does little for my mental or spiritual health.  Also, no one cares what I think.  Nevertheless, here are a few thoughts on our recent election. 1) I didn't vote for Donald Trump, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not glad he won.  To be clear, that says more about Kamala Harris than about Donald Trump. 2) This election seemed much cleaner--much less suspicious--than the sordid affair we had in 2020.  This election didn't feature any poll workers tallying (discovering? conjuring?) votes behind closed doors in the wee hours of the night, messy mail-in voting, or voter turnout beyond plausible expectations.  The 2020 election had me convinced that we would never see another peaceful, uncontested election, but, as contentious as things were this year, it seems like...

Old Enough to Appreciate a Beautiful Day (a poem)

I'm not old But I'm old enough To appreciate  A beautiful day I'm not young But I have some life left in me I have some words I'd like to Get off my chest I'm not done Making my mark on this world I know I have something to offer If I can just figure it out I'm not sure Where any of this is headed I'm trying to cross bridges When I come to them I'm not scared But I am a little uncertain Mistakes I make at this point Could follow me to the grave I'm not young But I'm too young to give up I hope my zeal is seasoned With a little patience and love I'm not old But I'm older now The rest of my life is Shorter than before I'm not old But I'm old enough To appreciate A beautiful day