I still remember clearly my first time. I was 18, and sitting alone in my warm dorm room on a cold, sleety, Rexburg morning in the Fall. The hall outside was quiet, and a tranquil ambience enveloped the softly lamplit room, a cozy contrast to the gray, blustery day outside the window.
For those of you who, like me, are having a very long day today, take a few minutes to enjoy this video. It is in German, with English subtitles: the German version of “Candid Camera”. This prank is hilarious (and it brings back fond memories of being in Germany too)!
It’s not shockingly new, so you might have seen it already, but I just saw it for the first time today myself. Enjoy!
John posted this a few years ago. I love it though, and it reminds me of my days as a graduate student when I learned Old Saxon by reading the Heliand in its original language. So enjoy the birth of the Chieftain as experienced by the medieval Saxons!
[Originally posted Christmas, 2004]
Because Christmas as we know it is built upon the vestiges of pagan holidays, my mind turns to the ninth century Heliand poem (c. 830 A.D.) at Christmastime. This is a poetic translation of the New Testament done by a Saxon monk in Old Saxon. The poet does a superb job of translating the Gospel not only linguistically but also culturally into a language comprehensible by the Germanic tribes of more than one thousand years ago. And the story of Christ’s birth expresses some of the poetic license taken by the monk while still conveying something powerful about our Savior and about his Gospel. Enjoy.
Almost nothing in this world is more precious to me than newborn children. Four times now our home has been blessed by the arrival of a tender, innocent newborn; our halls hallowed by their sweet, helpless cries. Having a new baby in our home is like having a fresh piece of heaven to savor and hold close, a glimpse into the eternal world from whence we came and where we are destined to return. When I hold a dear infant in my arms close to my chest, the soft, new hair brushing my cheeks as rhythmic breaths gently caress my neck, I feel God’s love in a larger measure than usual, encircling me with its cozy warmth and penetrating every nook and cranny of our home with its light. Such is the power of one of the humblest, most helpless creatures on Earth: the newborn babe.
I was privileged today to attend a special carol service at Christ Church Spitalfields, which is the high-church Anglican congregation right next to my office. (Actually, I believe it is the “official” church of my workplace since my firm has its own chaplain and we belong to the parish served by Spitalfields Church — I’m not sure how “jurisdiction” works between the actual rector of Christ Church Spitalfields and my firm’s chaplain though.) Read the rest of this entry »
John mentioned this theory before, and here it is in all of its glory. In an e-mail being circulated by a supporter of the Ron Paul campaign, Mitt Romney is being compared to a “ravening wol[f] . . . amongst us, from our own membership, and they, more than any others, are clothed in sheep’s clothing, because they wear the habiliments of the priesthood.’ (J. Reuben Clark, Jr., CR, April, 1949, p. 163.)” But here is the content of the e-mail, also available on this website, entitled “Open Letter to Mormons”:
And how about a nice holiday ham for that perfect orthodox celebration?? Read the rest of this entry »
Mitt Romney’s speech today reminding Americans of the lofty founding ideals of civic republicanism and religious liberty coincides with Mike Huckabee’s statement that God is the reason for his rise in the polls. Read the rest of this entry »