Ph.D.s live such a joyless existence--stuffed shirts strictly maintaining that He has not made us, but we have made ourselves. What crushing liberty of thought, to deny God formed that one man Adam from the ground and Eve from Adam's body. What impoverished visions, young men finding old drones serving as Charles Darwin's amanuenses, Jack Collins, Tim Keller, and Peter Enns hectoring seminary students on myths' historical superiority. Poor Manhattan. Poor seminaries. Poor Wheaton.
Where is Father Christmas?
God gives joy--it is strictly His turf and His prerogative to share it. Never has He granted that splendid garden of delights to rationalists out to improve the sophistication of the human race.
So away with men who talk loudly in restaurants and use big words! It's the Holyday season and we will celebrate every last truth those impecunious drab rationalists have set out to kill. We will party around a bonfire lit in joy over...
Now in Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (which translated in Greek is called Dorcas); this woman was abounding with deeds of kindness and charity which she continually did. And it happened at that time that she fell sick and died; and when they had washed her body, they laid it in an upper room. Since Lydda was near Joppa, the disciples, having heard that Peter was there, sent two men to him, imploring him, “Do not delay in coming to us.” So Peter arose and went with them. When he arrived, they brought him into the upper room; and all the widows stood beside him, weeping and showing all the tunics and garments that Dorcas used to make while she was with them. - Acts 9:36-39
Nine old men. Nine old men. Nine old men.
(chant of striking unionists in reaction to a 1935 Supreme Court decision declaring the National Industrial Recovery Act unconstitutional)
The article quotes Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s declaration that she won’t be satisfied until there are nine women on the U.S. Supreme Court. (Three currently serve.) The author of The Guardian piece, who used to work for a law firm, heartily agrees. She says, “It's not unreasonable to think that, at some point, nine of the finest legal minds in the country would belong to women.”
To which my not-so-fine legal mind responds, “Well, duh.” Buried in this non-newsflash is the assumption that the crème de la crème of legal minds would even want to go to law school, or slog their way to a partnership in a swanky law firm, or maneuver their way into a position to be nominated for a seat on the SCOTUS bench.
Speaking for myself, I could come up with nine of the finest legal minds in America faster than you can say the words “It Takes a Village.”
We've had the joy this week of Mom Taylor being with us. This has been a warm afternoon. Grandma Mary Lee was out weeding the raspberry patch with Granddaughter Alison and they decided to take a break. They came up onto the deck where Great Grandma Taylor was doing needlework. Alison's mother, Heather, just left for home so there are only three of the four generations in the pic.
Now a few minutes later, Alison has been replaced by...