We live in a land of WWJD bracelets, Jesus-is-my-homeboy t-shirts, Jesus-is-my-boyfriend music, and “Tebowing.” We traverse a “Christian” landscape as garish as a Thomas Kinkade painting, strolling to the beat of that sickly sweet poem about footprints. God is not praised by Cheese.
If we don’t offer people something nobler than sex to apply themselves to, then the flames of lust will continue to spread faster than we can possibly put them out.
In emphasizing the excellence and even the preeminence of human sexual nature, we must never forget that man, though rational, is still an animal.
“The real problem, then, is not that only one side is playing by the rules of the game, but that capitalists and anti-capitalists can’t even agree about what game is being played here.”
Inspired by the show’s modest lessons, I have written up a glowing recommendation of Pippin over at Front Porch Republic, a site not usually known for its Broadway endorsements. But as I said, Pippin is not your typical Broadway show.
At the end of the day, there are only two possibilities regarding the Church: Either she is who she claims to be, or not. Either she is the divinely inspired Body of Christ; or else, she is a fraud.
The end of awards seasons signals the end of my Les Mis obsession, at least for a while. But before that, a few reasons why the film instructs us in an Aristotelian-Thomistic reverence for law, and attitude that we would do well to rediscover.
Beyond the Barricade represents one attempt to sidestep the fervent but uncritical partisan wars of our culture, offering rational reflections on the good life in their stead.
Love in the ruins, song in the sound. // I once was lost but now am found.
No natural lawyer needs fear the rationalizations of fallen man, for these excuses give us every reason to believe that he knows the law after all, even if he would rather act as though he did not.