I’m on my way to believing:
- “I ha’ seen him eat o’ the honey-comb / Sin’ they nailed him to the tree.”
- Homeschool your kids. Homeschool your kids. (Related. Related, at least tangentially.)
- “Saving faith is better understood as allegiance to Jesus the atoning king.”
- You can’t trust the experts. You can’t trust the experts. You can’t trust the experts. You can’t trust the experts. (Related: “Researchers found that while a total of 3,105 people under 18 died from all causes in the UK, only 61 died with a positive PCR test, and only 25 actually died from a SARS-CoV-2 viral infection. The COVID-19 mortality rate was 2 per million in the UK under-18 population.” Related. Related—fun flashback!)
- “We won’t know until we get to glory.”
- Wholesome. Wholesome. Wholesome. Wholesome. Wholesome. Beautiful. Beautiful. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.
- “I had forgotten that sunset is my business.”
More:
“A young girl … hastily ran to the house in the interval that elapsed between the slowly falling shells. On returning, an explosion sounded near her—one wild scream, and she ran into her mother’s presence, sinking like a wounded dove, the life blood flowing over the light summer dress in crimson ripples from a death-wound in her side, caused by the shell fragment.” (Related.)
“Heritability was more than a statistical construct, it was a biophysical reality.”
Stravinsky: I cannot now evaluate the events that, at the end of those thirty years, made me discover the necessity of religious belief. I was not reasoned into my disposition. Though I admire the structured thought of theology (Anselm’s proof in the Fides Quaerens Intellectum, for instance) it is to religion no more than counterpoint exercises are to music.
Brave Ole World 