“Here is the happiness of those who seek and find their blessing in Christ, who have Him and everything that is in Him. Ours are the spiritual blessings in the heavenlies in Christ. Those riches are unsearchable, but how sweet it is to search them! They are untraceable, but how lovely it is to trace them! They are untrackable, but how delightful it is to track them through the pages of Scripture and experience. They are without footprint, but what a glorious journey of unending exploration! And all of them are stored up in Christ Jesus our Lord. He is the storehouse, and His are the treasures stored within. When you have Him, you have all good things in and with Him. If you have any of them, it is only because you have Him first.”
“Life in Christ” by Jeremiah Walker.
In deconstruction, language – the sediment of the desire to mean, to communicate – has no locatable centre nor retrievable origin; its existence is a network of differences between signifiers, each tracing and tracking the other. In deconstruction there is no necessary connection between the desire to signify (to mean) and the signifiers that evoke that desire. Desire for such a connection results in nostalgia; the return (nostos) of suffering (algos):
Babel: Can Derrida’s Tour (Surprisingly) Translate Us Anywhere? by Raphael Gamaroff
Posted by blogger (Isreal). Is it real? you bet.
What a great clincher was missed in the argument of this video. The Pope won’t allow non-gluten communion wafers but wafers made of GMO flour is OK. The “Healthguy” finds the Pope’s decision bizarre. There is, however, a good religious reason why the Pope loves GMO. For starters he has canonized Monsanto – Mysaint. Now, there’s the amusing irony. Santo, Santo, Santo – Holy, Holy, Holy, the earth is full of your glory, GMO in the highest.
Reporter to Trump: What did you talk about?
Trump: Wedding plans and yoga. And golf. Oh, and grandkids.
I was listening to the Psalms in the early morning and was struck – not stricken – by the rude reality of good and evil, what morality is all about, namely, the way we think and behave. The ropy muscles of the soul. Time to get up and make breakfast for the wife.
If you went to church on Christmas day, it is very possible the small children were invited to come forward and sit in front of the nativity scene. (Every time I see those little figurines – sheep, a cow, a donkey, the manger, Mary, Joseph etc., I’m reminded of Jethro pursuing Moses in search of his “stolen” idol).
After which the pastor/priest says something to this effect:
“Children, Christmas is all about you.”
Yes, if Santa is you saviour .