It’s amazing how forgiveness can be used as a weapon.

Sometimes telling someone you forgive them can come across a highly offensive claim to the moral high ground. And the person who doesn’t believe they are in the wrong takes an offer of forgiveness as an insult.

And yet, to the person who is genuinely remorseful, the person who is desperate to be forgiven and reconciled back to the person they have harmed, there are no sweeter words than, “I forgive you.”

I recently heard a Christian argue against the Theory of Evolution on the basis that they find conflict between the notion that humans are descended from non-human animals, and the idea that we are made in the image of God.

I hate to break it to you but the Genesis narrative says we were descended from… DUST.

Do you prefer this? Really, how is this better?

I would’ve thought that one of the overarching themes of Christian scripture is that the origin of something needn’t have any bearing on that thing’s identity, or its future. Matthew’s Gospel highlights that Jesus was descended from a prostitute. And he turned out alright.

Tears of Tyrants: letter to a postmodern world

Let us teach our people that there is no God.

Let us teach our people that they were not made with intention or purpose.

Let us teach our people that their actions will not ultimately be judged.

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Let us teach our people that there is no such thing as truth; that there is no right way.

Let us teach our people that they should believe any doctrine, except for the doctrine of objectivity, so long as it makes them happy.

Let us teach our people to let the self reign supreme.

Let us be our own dictators over truth.

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Let us then be shocked and disgusted when individuals refuse to behave according to our moral principles.

And let us panic as we find ourselves powerless to convince them into obedience.

Let us shout out words of which we have stripped all meaning and power.

Let us compose arguments with no atmosphere through which to transmit them.

Let chaos silently sweep the nations as we observe at a helpless distance, locked inside our vacuous void, having successfully removed the possibility of human connection.

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Let, then, our blood boil with anger as we strike down our enemy.

Let us lock him up for his crimes against us,

And weep tears of tyrants.

Lines of Truth.

Something I’ve realised in my cerebral wanderings is that everything we perceive is originally and ultimately caused by the Truth. That is to say that there is some line that runs from an objective reality all the way to that which we perceive, and that this is one continuous, uninterrupted causal line, which never deviates from the Truth.

What am I saying? I’m saying that when you fall madly in love with a friend, and you’re trying to hide it, everything about the way you act will be ultimately and originally caused by this very truth that you’re trying to hide. You will try to control your body language, your conversational style, your texting frequency, to make it appear as if things are normal. But really, the precise way you act towards her is as a result of the truth: you’re in love with her. Continue reading

Solitude.

Only if someone exceeds your ability in something can they fully appreciate the extent of your own ability.

If someone isn’t as intelligent as you, they will never really understand exactly how much you have achieved in your thinking; never comprehend the thoughts you’ve thought. If someone isn’t as skilled on the piano as you, they can never completely know how it is that you play the way you play; how much effort it took to reach that level. They were not able to share in that journey. They had to stay behind where you kept on going.

How lonely it must be, to be the best…

…sitting atop their mountain of accomplishment, with nowhere to look but down.