Posts from — August 2004

new credenda is up.

So… any guesses on the actual birthday?

Some time back, the walls in the classrooms on my floor were painted. That means that everything mounted on the walls had to come down, and relevant to this little story is a stuffed hawk. It is positioned to be swooping down and in the process of catching a small mammal in its talons. For the past several months it has been sitting on the top of a shelf collecting dust. Yesterday, I finally remembered to put a workorder in for someone to remount it to the wall. And when the guy arrived today to do so, he asked about a fox display. Somewhere along the way ‘hawk’ changed to ‘fox’. Real-life telephone game.

I saw a guy that looked just like this waking around campus yesterday.

“God’s law makes sense; God’s law is good for us; God’s law is honey on the tongue. However, before we are able to taste the delights of that honey, the grace of God in Christ must be bestowed upon us.”

A woman’s tummy is a wild thing the last few weeks of a pregnancy. Just wild.

Last night, as we got into bed, Megan said “Look.” I looked at her tum, and it was literally pointy. One spot was sticking out far beyond everything else. Her belly sloped down from there. I felt it, and it was hard. And it stayed that way for a long while. Little Fiona must’ve been stretching her legs or something… we joked that she was trying to push her way out… too cramped.

Other times, when we’re belly-watching, we’ll see huge undulations go across her stomach. Like a waterbed or something… only hard.

I can only imagine what it feels like to Megan.

Hey, my bloggerversary came and went without acknowledgement. What a shame.

As of the 14th of this month, I have been blogging for four years. Um.

Yippee.

New St. Anne’s Pub Available!

Roamin’ Catholics

An excerpt of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, from jkrowling.com:

He looked rather like an old lion. There were streaks of grey in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows; he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp.

A lot of the time, when I’m debating the Federal Vision issues, labels like Wilsonite, Shepherdite, or whatever are tossed out. And I find it terribly annoying and uncharitable. It does nothing to help the discussion when such terms are used, particularly when they are obviously used in a pejorative manner.

But I’m even more bothered when “my side” starts doing the same thing.

Yesterday morning, when I awoke, I was SOO tired. I just couldn’t believe it. Ashley was crying, so I went and picked her up and brought her back to our bed. I have a nice little program when she’s fussy in the morning. I go get her out of her crib, so her crying doesn’t wake Geneva (who shares the room). I plop Ashley down in our bed, she cuddles up to Megan, and then I go get ready for work. When I return 15 or 20 minutes later, Ashley is sound asleep, and I can safely extract her from our bed, and reinsert her into her own.

But yesterday was different. After I put her in our bed I just couldn’t get moving. Ashley, though, did her part just fine. I sat on the bed for several minutes, trying to shake it off and start my day. But I could barely hold my eyes open. I wondered to myself, “Man, why I am I so tired?”. Then, it all came together when I glanced at the clock. It was one o’clock in the morning. “Oooh” I thought. “That’s nice”.

In his chapter in When Shall These Things Be?, Keith Mathison writes,

In order to understand the eschatological time texts of the New Testament, it is important to understand their biblical context. We cannot simply remove a few isolated verses from their broader biblical context, interpret them apart from that context, and then use them as a hermeneutical grid through wich we force the remainder of Scripture. The eschatological time texts of the New Testament do not exist in a vacuum. We must examine these texts within the broader eschatological framework of the New Testament.

When I read that, I was struck at how applicable the principle is to the current ‘Auburn Avenue Controversy’.