thursday 13

I used to do this thing back in the day called Thursday 13 where I’d make a list of 13 things and then invite you, good readers, to leave your list of similar things in the comments. I figured I’d try to revive it and see what happens.

This week: Thirteen fictional places you wish were real (or: in which you discover how much fantasy fiction I read).

  1. The Burrow. (I really just want to be friends with the whole Weasley family, tbh)
  2. Not a place so much as a traveling entity, but the Dawn Treader.
  3. Same: The Cirque du Reves (if you haven’t read The Night Circus, I would commend it to you).
  4. The Shire.
  5. And Rivendell, for that matter.
  6. Malacandra.
  7. I can’t think of the name of the house off the top of my head, but the house where all the people of Logres hole up in That Hideous Strength.
  8. There is a place called Gilead, Iowa that actually exists, but I want the version from the Marilynne Robinson books to be real.
  9. Aerwiar, the kingdom from the Wingfeather Saga.
  10. The University near Imre, in the Kingkiller Chronicles.
  11. Needsville, TN. (There’s a series I stumbled upon called the Tufa novels that takes place in a fictional magical small town in Tennessee. It’s really great.)
  12. Three Pines, Quebec, Canada.
  13. The whole VR world from Ready Player One–not the circumstances under which it exists, I guess, but I think it’d be cool to mess around in.
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saturday session (11/11)

Good morning. It’s a fine Saturday here in southeast Texas–cool outside, a little grey, but it’s not mindblowingly hot. I’m sitting here on my couch, still in my pajamas, with the Milk Street Radio podcast on; they’re talking about the science of bread, and it’s a nice respite from all the terrible news this week.

I wonder sometimes if we’re all suffering from collective trauma in this country. There seems to be something awful happening all the time now–a mass shooting, the revelation of multiple men abusing their power, and so on and so on and so on. Some of us who claim the title “evangelical” are watching as that title turns into something we would not ever claim, a voting bloc instead of the mark of a people that loves and declares the euangelion, the good news that Jesus is King. It sucks. And I wonder if it’s not going to get worse before it gets better.

But God is not silent, and He’s not sitting on His hands doing nothing. Look around for truth and beauty; look around for the ways He’s at work. The signs are always there.

Anyway. Here are the links:

Okay, y’all, that’s it for this week. Be kind to one another and be kind to yourselves. If you need to turn off the news cycle for a while, please do. Have a sit down with your beverage of choice and watch some Stranger Things or something.

Have a nice rest of your weekend.

 

 

on the problem of theodicy

I make no attempt to understand the
logic behind all the tragedies of the week–

a shooting in this city, a suicide bomber in the next,
dying children, young people with cancer,
the homeless woman on my street corner every morning,
the prisoner being tortured, the birth defect gone awry,

and a million other things I could list
like a liturgy and litany of all the ways
the world is failing us
and we are failing each other.

We all want to say that
if we were God, no one would suffer
and everything would be great.

But You do the surprising and–
dare I say it?–completely illogical thing
and come down to suffer and die
alongside us instead.

saturday session (11/4)

What a heck of a week, huh guys? I was listening to this week’s It’s Been A Minute and they mentioned the Mueller indictments and I was like, wait, that happened this week?

And then my hometown baseball team won the World Series and the whole city kind of collectively lost its mind. I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep the first half of the week because I was staying up watching those games (and now have a low-key crush on Charlie Morton).

Anyway, as you read this I’ll be sitting in a membership class for a church I’m interested in, and then getting ready for my friend’s baby sprinkle tonight. (I love that term–this is her second baby, so it’s not as big as a shower, it’s just a little bit of a sprinkle, you see.)

On to the links!

That’s all I have. Have a good rest of your weekend, folks.

 

game 7

There are 25 guys in a dugout
In Los Angeles
Just trying to do their jobs

Without the weight of
Six million people
And thirty-three trillion gallons of water
Dragging them down

They’re watching all the signs
And trying to drown out the noise
Of a whole city that wants them to lose

And the silence of a city
Holding its breath
To see if its hope comes through