At least a professional fool is funny. A noozie isn’t. Well, not intentionally, at least.
I do get tired of being lectured by idiots. Just because you’re an overpaid noozie doesn’t make you a theologian. Isn’t it bad enough that they lie about the nooze, putting words in people’s mouths that they never said, making it up as they go along because that’s their stupid “narrative”? But with liberals it’s never bad enough.
And of course he never produces the scripture in which Jesus “admits” he’s not perfect. Are we supposed to take his word for it? The fact that there is no such scripture makes no dent in his towering ignorance.
As my high school math teacher, Mr. Gracchi, used to say, “Empty barrels make the most noise.”
The first time He came here was to shed His blood and be slain in atonement for our sins. The powerful, the wise, and the noble nailed Him to the cross. But when He comes again, it will be to judge the quick and the dead; and there are those who are high and mighty now will be like raw eggs thrown against the wall.
The Son of God Goes Forth to War, presented by Joe Stout: lest we forget that there’s another book to come.
This hymn, sung by Blue Rock Mennonite Youth, retells the story of the Crucifixion–He Could Have Called Ten Thousand Angels. I find the older I get, the harder it is to contemplate the Crucifixion of Our Lord. What a world this is! that tramples down the holiest of all.
I happened to be leafing through the latest issue of Biblical Archaeology Review last night. With Herschel Shanks retired as editor-in-chief, the new regime has filled the magazine with ads for books to Reputable Bible Scholars Inc. alleging there was no such person as Jesus Christ–or at best, he was just a nice guy who ran afoul of the Romans.
We have this hymn request from Erlene–He Looked Beyond My Faults, by Carroll Roberson. She’s not feeling quite the ticket today, so let’s keep her in our prayers.
I consider it a blessing that I live in a time and place in which there are no public crucifixions. That makes it difficult to understand the horror of such a thing, and the magnitude of Our Lord’s sacrifice: that he should have consented to undergo the cross for our sake is almost more than I can grasp.
Scanning the nooze this afternoon, trying to decide what stories I ought to mention on this blog, actually began to nauseate me. Is there any price the Democrats won’t make our country pay, if it gets them back into power? (Hint: I don’t think so. Do you?)
This new piece by Mark Rushdoony on the Chalcedon blog provided me with a valuable course correction.
I like to post this every Easter: the scene from The Greatest Story Ever Told in which Christ raises Lazarus from the dead. (“Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto Him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.” –John 11:39)
Along with the Scriptures themselves, and the testimony of John the Baptist and the apostles, the works that Jesus did bear witness that He is indeed the Son of God, Savior and Messiah, King of kings and Lord of lords.