- It’s education, not cloning.
- Godparents.
- Evangelical martyrdom.
- “Sing the song you sang on high.”
1
Michael Behe, arguably the centralmost scientific figure in Intelligent Design Theory, has homeschooled a son, Leo, who having fallen, hook, line and sinker, for Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion (Oh, sigh! I suppose I must link. God forbid I should ever blog about online porn!), has openly declared himself atheist.
Buy that boy Atheist Delusions, quick!
(HT Michael Ruse, arguably the centralmost philosopher of science, at The Chronicle’s Brainstorm blog.)
2
Mollie muses on godparents these days at GetReligion. (Lady Gaga as Godmother!?)
3
It is reported — and presumably will be rehearsed as a grievance for a long time to come — that no Southern Baptists or other Evangelicals will be participating in National Cathedral commemorations of 9/11. President Obama is being urged, accordingly, to boycott the event.
I’m sure there’s no “damned-if-you do, damned-if-you-don’t” political motivation behind Evangelicals urging the President to boycott a solemn commemoration of the most formative national experience of this century:
- Boycott: he despises America.
- No boycott: he despises Evangelicals.
4
From a Patericon, a story of unmistakably Orthodox flavor (who needs Rob Bell anyway?):
With the Sign of the Cross, the old monk Abba Joseph trapped in his cell a dark and miserable demon who had come to tempt him.
“Release me, Father, and let me go,” pleaded the demon, “I will not come to tempt you again.”
“I will gladly do that, but on one condition,” replied the monk. “You must sing for me the song that you sang before God’s Throne on high, before your fall.”
The demon responded, “You know I cannot do that; it will cause me cruel torture and suffering. And besides, Father, no human ear can hear its ineffable sweetness and live.”
“Then you will have to remain here in my cell,” said the monk, “and bear with me the full struggle of repentance.”
“Let me go, do not force me to suffer,” pleaded the demon.
“Ah, but then you must sing to me the song you sang on high before your fall with Satan.”
So the dark and miserable demon, seeing that there was no way out, began to sing, haltingly, barely audible at first, groping for words long forgotten. As he sang, the darkness which penetrated and surrounded him began slowly to dissipate. The song grew ever louder and increasingly stronger, and soon the demon was caught up in its sweetness, his voice fully lifted up in worship and praise. Boldly he sang of the power and the honour and the glory of the Triune God on High, Creator of the Universe, Master of Heaven and Earth, of all things visible and invisible. As the song sung on high before all ages resounded in the fullness of its might, a wondrous and glorious light penetrated the venerable Abba’s humble cell, and the walls which had enclosed it were no more. Ineffable love and joy surged into the very depths of the being of the radiant and glorious angel, as he ever so gently stooped down and covered with his wings the lifeless body of the old hermit who had liberated him from the abyss of hell.
Bon appetit!
Tipsy Teetotaler ن 
Roger,
I read you almost every day; thanks for your perceptive and often provocative writing. Today’s Patericon is particularly beautiful.
Mark Hanchett