Atheism of the Will

Fads in Science

When in the Light of Truth

Painting: Jan Lievens, Young Man in a Yellow Robe

Darkness for Light

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Painting: Dmitri Stelletski, Sad Clown

Every Other Creed

Itching Ears

The Choice

The Great Split

Painting: Blake, Ancient of Days

There's Something in My Shoe

Why, look at this! It's December 6th, and is this a letter from Santa that I see in my blog-shoe?

Dear Boys and Girls,

I have a confession to make. I'm not exactly who you think I am.

Oh, I'm real all right, and I hope my telling you that right off the bat will make you feel better. But I confess that I'm not the precise person, technically, specifically, who, in all honesty, places toys by that pretty tree on Christmas. Your tree looks especially nice this year, by the way, and yes - I can see it. I live where I can see lots of things, someplace much cooler than the North Pole.

I live with God.

I am, you see, a saint. I was a bishop and I lived in the fourth century and I fought heresy. Oh yes, I did. You can go read about that by clicking on this line right here.

People who teach heresy lead God's people away from Him, and that's just not nice. I guess you could say little Arius wound up on my naughty list.

So yes, Virginia, there is a me. And as for you, Harold and Jason and Emma - why, look here! Everybody who's reading this is on the Nice List!
 

Keep up the good work, boys and girls. Stay in touch with God, and have a HO HO HO Meerrrrrrrrrry Christmas!

Love,
Nicholas of Myra, Bishop
(but you can call me Santy as long as you want)  

(This was originally posted on a blog I had several years ago.  Shared here because, well, sometimes we just need a touch of whimsey....)

America, Overrun

Art, Like Morality

Painting: August Macke

Something We Discover

A Mark of Heresy

Unless it Unmakes the Church

But the Lord...

Bitter for Sweet

Therefore, There is No Earth

"The final argument for modern broad-mindedness is that truth is novelty, and hence 'truth' changes with the passing fancies of the moment. Like the chameleon that changes his color to suit the vesture on which he is placed, so truth is supposed to change to fit the foibles and obliquities of the age. The nature of certain things is fixed, and none more so than the nature of truth. Truth may be contradicted a thousand times, but that only proves that it is strong enough to survive a thousand assaults.

"But for anyone to say: 'Some say this, some say that, therefore there is no truth' is about as logical as it would have been for Columbus, who heard some say 'the earth is round,' and others say 'the earth is flat' to conclude: 'therefore, there is no earth.' 

"Like a carpenter who might throw away his rule and use each beam as a measuring rod, so too, those who have thrown away the standard of objective truth have nothing left with which to measure but the mental fashion of the moment.'

Fulton J. Sheen

Some False Form

It's a Scandal