Today, as I was preparing a lesson for Elder’s Quorum, out in the foyer of our chapel, a young boy, maybe eight or nine was playing and came up to me. Very sweet. I asked his name. “Nick.” I know the father of the boy, and think highly of the family. They are your typical [...]
Perhaps an exacting form of vengeance upon Christians who insist that all Mormons are not, would be to insist that all Christians are Mormons. (He chuckles to himself.) (Really, though, no interest in trying to pick any fights.)
This post was prompted by a question raised over here. I’ve been thinking about visual representations of machine language for some time now. I had an idea pour itself into my brain, oh, nearly a year ago, that has been consuming my thoughts ever since. We live in a world of ones and zeroes and [...]
In an endeavor to not entirely resist *all* my cultural upbringing, today I begin the first in a five part series revealing some of the cheesy Mormon shiz I have secretly embraced over the years. Enjoy at your own secret eating. Part I: Stay With Me It would probably embarrass me to confess how many [...]
See, the thing about that song, despite Paul’s rant, it is much better due to the overly dramatic orchestration and choir. Sure, I like the posthumously released, sparser version. And Ray Charles really was meant to sing the song, but it is, in my opinion, a better song because of Spector’s vision. ‘Sides. Were it [...]
It is small, simple, deep. Everything moves in its way: trees sway, ice goes down, the rising forest meets the heather field. There is much to say, where mountains find her feet, and skies meet chimneys, as seasons pause. This place is mercy, it is abundant, rich, like the fat cow, planted in the pasture. [...]
Each soul comes, like rain from dearth, to torrent, one after another, birth to birth, to Cradle, bed, manger, basket, box, crate, hamper, bassinet, can, earth. Denied or accepted, each infant in turn, comes praising, its maker, marked by its birth, its infinite worth, from Mother, Father, God, celebrated or cursed, Each soul recreated, the [...]
A middle-aged man thinks of death. Each telling, romantic at the ford, Slips on to some foreboding end, Out past the trimmed fields, Past its decay and demise. Fortune, once his travel mate, Has left for other companionship, Through the western gate, beyond The eastern wall. These are new thoughts, unfamiliar. Broken against the still [...]
Okay. I love TV’s The Office. The show occasionally manages to make me feel really vulnerable or on edge. I mean, that’s what they’re built for, right? Well. This last episode? The one where Michael Scott promised a bunch of kids 10 years prior to pay for college? The one I just started watching and haven’t finished? [...]