Daylight Stupid Time

The secular humanist conspiracy to keep Christians out of Sunday worship was successful in the case of at least one family in our congregation this year. (When people miss worship, the pastor always charitably assumes sudden and grave illness.) As much as I hate shilling for the federal government, I try to make sure a warning appears in the bulletin the week prior to the initiation of Daylight Satan Time, but it caught me by surprise this year; I only learned the dread tidings on Wednesday of last week.

In light of my omission, I was sent this hymn, which I will in turn recommend to the OPC's Psalter-Hymnal committee:

What goes on in my marriage counseling sessions

Thanks, Brewster Rockit!

Let that Weight Go

"The Moth" is a story-telling cooperative and competition which puts out a weekly podcast: all stories are autobiographical, often anecdotal, and occasionally profound. Two weeks ago it posted a story by Walter Mosely, famous mostly for wildly popular detective fiction. In just around 10 minutes, Mosely summarized the difficulties of living as a black man in these United Stated in the 20th century, and the corresponding difficulty of bringing that experience into the 21st.

Warning: there are a whole bunch of potentially offensive words in his narrative, but no cussing.

Advertisement: this is the most insightful, witty, and provocative 10 minutes on race I can remember hearing since my heady college days when I was immersed in Malcolm X, John Hope Franklin, and Spike Lee. I will be thinking about the questions he raised for a very long time. Strongly recommended.