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Month: May 2025

About the Truth

Hi!
I want to apologize in advance. Today’s blog is longer than usual because I am citing two passages from the Bible.
One is from the Psalms the other from the Wisdom of Solomon. Yeah, I know, Wisdom isn’t ‘canonical.’ But, even that giant of the Reformation, Martin Luther said that the Apocrypha is useful. And, if you’re Roman Catholic, the Apocrypha IS part of the Canon.
The last time I wrote here I talked about politics. Not something that I really enjoy. But, a reality that affects everyone to one degree or another. I’ve tried to stay away from writing about the current political climate in the U.S. Especially, the administration of Pres. Donald Trump.
Truth be told, I don’t like Donald Trump. I especially don’t like the administration that he’s assembled to keep his ego stroked. And, I truly don’t like many of his ideas and policies. But, that’s not the real reason that I don’t like what’s happening in Washington.
First, let preface this with a bit of a qualifier. The present President and administration are no more unqualified or corrupt than any previous administration. Warren G. Harding’s Teapot Dome scandal comes to mind. But, let’s face it. Politics is dark game where stakes can be unimaginably high. Especially at the federal level.
So, why don’t I like Trump & Co.? If they’re no better nor worse than any administration, why single them out? Because they say and do the quiet stuff out loud? Because they are singularly evil or corrupt? I already stated that they’re no different than previous administrations.
Most of you know that I am a student of the Christian Bible. I have a Masters degree in Divinity. I truly love the Scriptures. A constant theme in the Bible is justice. The text demands righteousness of the leaders of ancient Israel. Those demands have not expired with the writing of the Christian New Testament. Maybe I’ll write more about that some other time. Right now I just want to share a couple passages from Scripture that speak to why Donald Trump is not on my list of favorite people. He is, however, on my prayer list.

Why do you boast, O mighty one,
of mischief done against the godly?
All day long you are plotting destruction.
Your tongue is like a sharp razor,
you worker of treachery.
You love evil more than good,
and lying more than speaking the truth. Selah
You love all words that devour,
O deceitful tongue.
But God will break you down forever;
he will snatch and tear you from your tent;
he will uproot you from the land of the living. Selah
The righteous will see, and fear,
and will laugh at the evildoer, saying,
“See the one who would not take
refuge in God,
but trusted in abundant riches,
and sought refuge in wealth.1

For they reasoned unsoundly, saying to themselves,
“Short and sorrowful is our life,
and there is no remedy when a life comes to its end,
and no one has been known to return from Hades.
For we were born by mere chance,
and hereafter we shall be as though we had never been,
for the breath in our nostrils is smoke,
and reason is a spark kindled by the beating of our hearts;
when it is extinguished, the body will turn to ashes,
and the spirit will dissolve like empty air.
Our name will be forgotten in time,
and no one will remember our works;
our life will pass away like the traces of a cloud,
and be scattered like mist
that is chased by the rays of the sun
and overcome by its heat.
For our allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.
“Come, therefore, let us enjoy the good things that exist,
and make use of the creation to the full as in youth. Let us take our fill of costly wine and perfumes,
and let no flower of spring pass us by.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let none of us fail to share in our revelry;
everywhere let us leave signs of enjoyment,
because this is our portion, and this our lot.
Let us oppress the righteous poor man;
let us not spare the widow
or regard the gray hairs of the aged.
But let our might be our law of right,
for what is weak proves itself to be useless.
“Let us lie in wait for the righteous man,
because he is inconvenient to us and opposes our actions;
he reproaches us for sins against the law,
and accuses us of sins against our training.
He professes to have knowledge of God,
and calls himself a child of the Lord.
He became to us a reproof of our thoughts;
the very sight of him is a burden to us,
because his manner of life is unlike that of others,
and his ways are strange.
We are considered by him as something base,
and he avoids our ways as unclean;
he calls the last end of the righteous happy,
and boasts that God is his father.
Let us see if his words are true,
and let us test what will happen at the end of his life;
for if the righteous man is God’s child, he will help him,
and will deliver him from the hand of his adversaries.
Let us test him with insult and torture,
so that we may find out how gentle he is,
and make trial of his forbearance.
Let us condemn him to a shameful death,
for, according to what he says, he will be protected.”
Thus they reasoned, but they were led astray,
for their wickedness blinded them,
and they did not know the secret purposes of God,
nor hoped for the wages of holiness,
nor discerned the prize for blameless souls;
for God created us for incorruption,
and made us in the image of his own eternity,
but through the devil’s envy death entered the world,
and those who belong to his company experience it.2

1The Holy Bible: New Revised Standard Version (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 1989), Ps 52:1–7.
2The Holy Bible: New Revised Standard Version (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 1989), Wis 2:1–24.

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Nuthin’ to Say. It’s Friday.

I don’t have anything particular to write about today.

I just feel like writing.
Sometimes we don’t need a reason to do something.

Like going for a walk in the woods.
Yeah, we can say that we need the exercise.

That some fresh air will do us some good.
But, it’s just the time we take to walk that’s important.
Or, maybe it’s just a matter of killing some time.

Lord knows that I’ve shot my share of seconds and minutes over seven decades of walking on the surface of the Big, Blue Ball.


Those times when ya just sit on your butt in front of the LED screen. (What used to be the “tube”).
Or, maybe wander aimlessly through a good book.

Soaking up the life of imaginary characters in an imaginary world.

I don’t know about y’all, but my bookshelves are chock full of hours of my time.
But, really, what better way to waste time?

Ok, playing guitar is up there as well.

The countless scales and chops that have exercised my fingers and my mind.

Where have all of those notes gone?

Vapor. Smoke. Gone.

Or, are they?

Perhaps their resonance is still being felt and heard by some flock of Puffins somewhere.
Maybe the waves of sound have bounced and ricocheted through the clouds and found their way into the oceans where they confuse the dolphins and whales.

Can you imagine the solo from Kid Charlemagne guiding a pod of orcas

It would be fun to see them dancing among the waves!
Right now I’m wasting my time at this keyboard.

The one safe place that my own thoughts can dance like those orcas.

I have nothing to say of any import.

I just like the sound of the keys clicking under the weight of my fingers; under the weight of my mind.

Isn’t it amazing how our species has reduced communication to such media?

From the chicken scratches of cuneiform to the simple 24 characters that we English speakers use to form the mist of ideas into the clay of language.

Look at us grow!
Is it growth?

Has the reduction of our thoughts and stories to characters arranged in a certain order truly been the cultural boon that so many post-moderns think it is?

I think of the oral traditions that once carried our culture and our lives from one generation to the next.

I try to imagine the relationships that were once held sacred as a storyteller told of the ancestors’ wisdom.

How the people looked into the eyes and the hearts of each other. Is our way truly so advanced? I don’t know.

The connections that language create between people seem to have been sloughed off as some archaic relic that we no longer need.
I don’t know.

I’m just rambling here because I can.

Right now I’d rather waste my time typing away than watching Andrew Zimmern prattle on about some “Delicious Destination.”

Soon I have to get ready to go to work

A different kind of wasting time.

A waste, nonetheless.
Someone’s gotta slice the bread and pack the cookies so that privileged white people can have their goodies.
Fun. Well, not really.
It is what it is. And, the clock hands keep spinning, spinning, spinning.

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