Feelinz vs. Truth

Long-time reederz o mahn might recawl mah post about 18 munss ago where ah took isshoo with treatin the Chrischn faith az merely sum sorda skyoority blanket, a adult verzhn of a pacifier. Well, summun else haz sed it much beddr'n this here hillbilly: In his outstandin essay The American Religion, Mike Horton kwotes Harry Blamires,

"A curse of contemporary Christendom has been the replacement of traditional theology by a new system which we may call 'Twentieth-century Sentimental Theology.' Because this [home-brewed] God loves all men equally, therefore, we must live in agreement with all men, smiling indulgently upon every vanity and betrayal [what David Wells haz termd "spurchull bonhomie"]. Because this God is only a God of Love, we must never differentiate between truth and error, good and evil, for judgment partakes of uncharity and presumption...

Are we sure we prayed to the true God this morning? The God whose face is the face of the living and dying Christ? Or was it this God who, in grand avuncular benevolence, slyly slips us [some spending money] and tells us to have a good time?”

PETA vs. Santa Update

[See mah 11/25 posts furss]

Reporter: "Santa, what happened? Are you suffering from post-festivities bulimia?"

Santa: "No, Sir, it's just the stress."

Reporter: "But isn't the stress over, now that Christmas is past?"

Santa: "I guess you haven't heard: thanks to PETA, I'm unemployed & uninsured, I've lost my beloved reindeer, and now on top of all that, I've got another class action suit against me by P4NW."

Reporter: "P4NW?"

Santa: "Yah, you know: 'People 4 the Naughty Way.' They're suing me for discrimination."

Reporter: "That must be a real sock in the solar plexus."

Santa: "Well, let's put it this way: the long-advised belly ballast bust is the only silver lining in this cloud."

Where Duzzit Ind?

Moss o mah reederz izz fummilyer with the campayn against Chrissmuss 'n aginst the greetin "Merry Christmas!" So t'other day, a PC kwayntunce o mahn snidely sugjestid simply yoozin "Happy Holidayz" az'n eezy way out.

Ah guess that them PCerz, with thur uhbizmull ignernce o histry and uthr aspex o realiddy, don reelize "holidayz" = "holy dayz."

Mebbe they'd be happiest if all they heard in Decimber innymore wuz "Happy Kwanzaa!"