Two wrong, two right First off, I would just like to say that whoever came up with the “Titanic Slide Ride” is a sick person. Somewhere up in Couer D’alene, along the side of the highway there is some business (I want to say a car dealership) where there is this giant inflated, look-alike Titanic….

Trinity Reformed Some things in life have a strange way of happening in such a way as to seem as though they had never happened but instead had always been, so natural they seem. Being married to my wife is one example, my friendship with the Blues is another. Like other relatives, these too, even…

Here’s to John Barach After months of putting it off, I purchased Theology after Wittgenstein by Fergus Kerr a couple of weeks ago. I’m a good third to half way through the book and enjoying it immensly. His main project is a deconstruction of Cartesian egocentrism particularly as it manifests itself in theology. Wittgenstein is…

Sir Porter and the Heaters I have a dog you may have heard. His Porterness is as friendly as a dog can be, as far as I’m concerned. The real deal is that he has a certain keeness for all things foodish. By which is meant he worships his belly. This is why St. Paul…

Learning is Giving “Who in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto Him that was able to save Him from death, and was heard in that He feared; Though he were a Son, yet learned He obedience by the things which He suffered;…

Stewart Susan Stewart, in her Poetry and the Fate of the Senses, says that poetry is an attempt on the part humanity to bring finitude to a seemingly infinite world. The base metaphor is that of light and darkness. Darkness, she says, is the presence of eternality and immortality, the limitless uknown. She says, “In…

Khul ‘Khul’ is the Hebrew word for dance, spin, or whirl. Interestingly, the word is also used to describe the anguish of childbirth, labor, and birthpangs. ‘Khul’ is the act of bringing life to the world. It’s skin filled with the redness of life and the motion and romance of time.

Woe D’haus & Tea A friend lent me the ‘Weekend Wodehouse’ with instructions not to return it until I was a fan. This order I received upon my not so enthusiastic tale of Wodehouse Woe. The book sat, I say calmly and patiently on the far corner of my shelf. I took notice of it…