Liam on Careers.
by Mark Drzycimski
Sep 16, 2006
When I grow up I’m going to be a farmer. And a king. And I’m going to live close to you guys.
Brilliant. Wish I’d have thought of that.
by Mark Drzycimski
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Qoheleth on Words.
by Mark DrzycimskiAug 22, 2006
The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?
Ecclesiastes 6:11
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Benjamin Franklin on Marriage.
by Mark DrzycimskiAug 16, 2006
I am rather inclined to think that early [marriages] stand the best chance for happiness. The tempers and habits of the young are not yet become so stiff and uncomplying as when more advanced in life; they form more easily to each other, and hence many occasions of disgust are removed. And if youth has less of that prudence which is necessary to manage a family, yet the parents and elder friends of young married persons are generally at hand, to afford their advice, which amply supplies that defect; and by early marriage youth is sooner formed to regular and useful life; and possibly some of those accidents or connections that might have injured the constitution or reputation, or both, are thereby happily prevented.
Benjamin Franklin
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Inadequate Government.
by Mark DrzycimskiAug 03, 2006
“Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.”
John Adams
Lifted from Grantian Florilegium: Election Day Meditations
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All Things to All People.
by Mark DrzycimskiJul 14, 2006
“ ... you have become all things to all people, that by all means everyone might have something to complain about.”
Christopher Witmer BLOG and MABLOG
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Pickering on Port.
by Mark DrzycimskiJul 07, 2006
Higgins, at a time like this, it’s positively indecent that you don’t need a glass of port.
Col. Pickering My Fair Lady
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The Chief End of Man
by Mark DrzycimskiMar 08, 2006
“The chief end of man is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever.”
It would be scripturally false to leave out the second phrase—“and to enjoy him forever.” The men who formulated this showed great wisdom and insight in saying, “and to enjoy him forever.”
Nevertheless, the first phrase is the first phrase: “The chief end of man is to glorify God.” And in Christianity we have a non-determined God who did not need to create because there was love and communication within the Trinity, and yet having been created, we as men can glorify God.
But we must feel the force on both sides of the issue. If we fail to emphasize that we can glorify God, we raise the whole question of whether men are significant at all. We begin to lose our humanity as soon as we begin to lose the emphasis that what we do makes a difference. We can glorify God, and both the Old and New Testament say that we can even make God sad.
That is tremendous.
—Francis A. Schaeffer
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When fears are stilled, when strivings cease...
by Mark DrzycimskiFeb 13, 2006
Here I sit, listening to praise songs. And loving the lyrics.
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
The me of two weeks ago is cringing at the me of today. This is progress?
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Weather & Everything Else
by Mark DrzycimskiFeb 13, 2006
If any of you have a few minutes, I’d recommend this article by Nathan Wilson in the latest Credenda. A bit wandering and full of itself, but good, if you’re willing to gnaw at it.
The truth is that green is a rather inefficient color. We don’t make green solar panels. We make black ones. Black absorbs light better. God is not a pragmatist, nor, in His art, is He a realist. He overdoes things. Spring winds can be a bit much. Not all of His rain is entirely called for. Anyone who has seen a snowflake knows that He micro-manages. A realist author, someone unafraid of the unhappy ending, of the seedy underbelly of existence, would never have made everything turn green as soon as the sun climbed higher in the sky. It just isn’t believable. Plants would be black, or at least dark brown. A realist wouldn’t have been afraid to make the jungles ugly. But no one who has ever tasted a spring breeze that really should be called a zephyr could think God a realist.