A Playful Lizard (Sort Of)

This is about as  close as you’re going to come to getting a lizard to play, and I consider it cheating to put a nice, fat, tasty caterpillar inside the ball for the lizard to eat. These, by the way, are Australian bearded lizards, which have become popular pets in recent years. I don’t doubt the lizard enjoys the challenge of extracting din-din from the rolling ball, but it’s not really play as cats or dogs or birds or bunnies know it.


A Jolly Bunny

I’ve always wanted to have a bunny as a pet, but never managed it. Now I guess the cats would veto it. I don’t know about you, but I loved watching this little guy romp around with his ball. As much as I love them, lizards and turtles just don’t do stuff like this. It would probably be shocking if they did.


A Nasty Night in the Neighborhood

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Some people act like they’ve got no souls.

Alone in the living room last night, I wished to listen to a hymn–Light of the World, in fact–when I was interrupted by a great deal of noise from across the lawn.

It was two louts hurling long streams of f-bombs at each other. I couldn’t quite get the drift of the discussion: something to do with a sum of $30. They got louder and louder and then started fighting. Don’t quit your day jobs, fellas. They might have hurt themselves by accident, but they didn’t have the skills to hurt each other. This went on until it woke my wife and brought out some other people from the building, who finally broke it up. The two combatants yelled and cursed for another few minutes, then at last they went away.

Now this is not an inexpensive neighborhood–thus proving that you don’t have to be poor to enjoy the ghetto lifestyle. I didn’t call the cops because they already know their way to that particular row of condos. They could find it blindfolded. Another few minutes and they would’ve been here, too.

Years ago, stuff like that never happened around here. But as The Smartest People in the World melt down and debase our culture, they’re happening more often. And not just here, I guess.

I will play the hymn again tonight and hope for the best.


Christianity is Wild

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The thing you have to remember about Aslan–who symbolizes Jesus Christ in C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia–is the oft-repeated warning, “He’s not a tame lion.”

And Christianity is not a tame religion.

Do you ever wonder why the Romans tried to hard, for so long, to wipe out Christianity? After all, they tolerated other religions. Could it be they were afraid of Christianity?

Well, if they weren’t, they should’ve been. Because we Christians, if we take our faith at all seriously and try to be conformed to God’s Word rather than to the ways of this world, are crazy. Really. We are out to lunch.

We believe in an almighty God, in fact the only God, who loved the world so much, He sent His only begotten Son down from Heaven to be born as a baby, live as a man, keep the holy Law without committing a single sin, to be brutally murdered on the cross as atonement for our sins–who then rose from the dead, as He said He would, ascended into Heaven, and will surely come again: because it is His divine right to rule over all Creation.

He also walked on water.

And He has absolute authority. He has it–not the state, not Science. He has it, and only He. Jesus Christ the King of Kings, who was and is and is to be.

Could anything be more counter-cultural? Really, is this tame or wild? And all that stuff about salvation and eternal life, forgiveness of sins, miracles–oh, come on! miracles?–by all the standards of our worldly wisdom, this, as St. Paul said, is foolishness. “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness” (1 Corinthians 1:18).

O Lord our God, help us to embrace our wildness! In Jesus’ name, Amen.


Blaming God

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So whose fault is it if an ordained minister of the gospel gets sentenced to a jail term for distributing child pornography?

God’s fault.

Father So-and-So said he collected and distributed kiddie porn to get “revenge” on God (http://www.ibtimes.com/priest-claims-he-downloaded-child-porn-get-revenge-god-poker-losses-2582809). See, he lost a lot of money playing online poker because God had it in for him and wouldn’t let him win. So God kind of drove him into getting involved with the most debased pornography available.

The judge wasn’t buying it; but you do wonder if this addled priest, in his own mind, had succeeded in justifying himself at God’s expense.

Was this guy teaching Christianity to anyone? Preaching it? Trying to explain it? Yeesh.

Where did he get his ideas? Did he cook them up himself, or is this what he learned from another kook in the seminary? “Well, confound it, Lord! I prayed to you to make me win at poker–to take someone else’s money, see, and give it to me–and blow me down if you didn’t pay the slightest attention! Okay, you asked for it, Lord…”

They say there’s no quality control in house churches.

Well, where was this guy’s quality control?


Where’s Daddy?

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Beautiful! ‘Blessed Assurance’

This classic Fanny Crosby hymn began asserting itself in my mind last night–Blessed Assurance, here performed by Nathan and Lyle and assorted family members in Denton County, Texas. That young girl with the flute has got some voice to go with it! Shows you what you can do, when you set your mind to praise the Lord at home.


Let Sleeping Cats Lie

Every time I see that grey cat sleeping on the arm of the chair, I crack up. Our cat Peep likes to sleep face-down: blamed if I know how she breathes. But in this video there are cats who sleep in stranger positions than that. How do their skeletons put up with it?


A Creepy Little Word

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What liberals do to words ought to be a crime. They debase them–as they’ve done, for instance, to “justice”–and then turn them on us. They know they’ve won when they hear us misusing the word as they misuse it.

For some time the use of the word “partner” instead of “husband” or “wife” has raised my hackles. Today I figured out why.

In a little news item about some actor and his “partner,” we saw the word denoted his girlfriend with whom he was shacked up without benefit of marriage or even a pretense of marriage. But it could have been another man, an inflatable doll, or a tubful of squid. Because “partner,” after what the libs have done to it, can now mean anyone or anything.

What “partner” does–and what we do, when we break down and use it–is to imply that all sexual relationships are morally equal and, indeed, indistinguishable from one another–and anyway you must be a Biggit if you even try to distinguish one from another. The same word covers ’em all with the same blanket of acceptance.

I will try never to use that word in that sense anymore.

First they poison the language, then they poison the culture.


Summertime Fads

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We must not let the summer pass without some mention of summertime fads.

There used to be this place called “outside,” and that’s where we were, all summer long. I think it might still be there, somewhere, although children don’t appear to be visiting it much, these days.

One summer, we all had pea shooters–just these little plastic straws… through which we shot dried peas at each other. Now it’s all I can do to find a picture of a pea shooter. Mostly I just found stills and videos of this character called “Pea Shooter” from some electronic game which keeps kids indoors instead of moving them “outside.” I should add that nobody, for all the pea-shooting we did, ever shot their eye out.

Then there was the hula hoop, a nationwide craze that’s still with us. Everybody had one of those, too. Tommy Mascola, next door, used to be able to walk up and down stairs while keeping the hoop rotating around his hips. This made him a neighborhood celebrity. Too bad “America’s Got Talent” hadn’t been invented yet.

Another local fad was these little rubber rockets: you inserted a cap (from a cap gun) into the nose cone, and when you tossed it into the air and it came down on the sidewalk, it would go “bang!” Richly entertaining.

And there were impromptu bike races, home-made parachutes, and these weird candies that would go all fizzy when you put them into your mouth. I wonder what ever happened to them.

On the whole, I’m sure we had more fun than we would have ever had “inside” all day, fatzing around with video games and cell phones.

 

 


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