• The Progressive Steamroller Once the bandwagon for homosexual marriage got rolling at a really good clip, it occurred to me that if it became thoroughly established the result would be bad for heterosexual women. Why? (A): most women want to marry and have children, while most men are at least hesitant about, and at worst…

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  • Writing Division Into Law It appears that tomorrow will see the beginning of legally recognized “marriage” between persons of the same sex. If this arrangement is given the force of law throughout the country, it may very well be seen by history as the point where the deep and bitter division in American society which…

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  • A Nightmare In the beginning of the dream it was as if I was watching a movie. It seemed to be a crime drama sort of thing, taking place in a run-down littered urban neighborhood. Colors had the washed-out look that you see in a lot of films from the ‘70s. A big car of…

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  • I Hate Art

    Sunday Night Journal — May 2, 2004 I had planned to write about the lack of leisure in modern life this week, but I didn’t have time. A nice line, and one which occurred to me on Saturday morning as a way of making short work of this week’s journal, but things rarely happen as…

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  • Sunday Night Journal — April 25, 2004M There was a large rally for abortion rights in Washington today. A few days ago I happened across a list of celebrities who intended to participate, and I took time to read it because I try to avoid spending money on the work of artists who are militant…

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  • Sunday Night Journal — April 18, 2004 Certain anecdotal evidence, including particularly conversations with several of my children (ages sixteen to twenty-four), leads me to believe that Jews who have been almost hysterical in their insistence that The Passion of the Christ conveys and will foster anti-Semitism are fighting the wrong battle. My son John,…

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  • A Darkly Wrapped Gift

    Sunday Night Journal — April 11, 2004 The phrase is my brother John’s description of Mel Gibson’s film The Passion of the Christ, and it’s the most apt I’ve heard. To dwell on the Passion on Easter Sunday may not seem appropriate, but that also is apt, I think, in this case, as I shall…

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  • Sunday Night Journal — April 4, 2004 Since my first reading, many years ago, of Perelandra, I’ve often reflected on one particular symbol from it. It comes to me unbidden when I attempt to examine my conscience and to discover what mental forces are at work in me to undo my (rather feeble) good intentions.…

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  • Sunday Night Journal — April 4, 2004 Since my first reading, many years ago, of Perelandra,I’ve often reflected on one particular symbol from it. It comes to me unbidden when I attempt to examine my conscience and to discover what mental forces are at work in me to undo my (rather feeble) good intentions. That…

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  • Re-Reading Perelandra

    Sunday Night Journal — March 28, 2004 I have been listening to a recording of C. S. Lewis’s Perelandra while driving home from work most weekday evenings. This is intended to be a piece of Lenten seriousness. If listening to this reading is not penitential it is certainly a source of spiritual renewal, and it…

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