dual personalities

Month: August, 2022

Fun facts to know and tell and other stuff

by chuckofish

Does this picture spell summertime or what?

Summer is flying by, but there are actually 51 more days of summer!

Fun fact to know and tell: I always wondered where the French filmmaker, actor and spiritual father of the Fench New Wave, Jean-Pierre Melville, got the name Melville, which is very Scottish. Well, when he was with the French Resistance during WWII, he adopted the pseudonym Melville as a tribute to his favorite American author Herman Melville. He kept it as his stage name once the war was over. How about that? Please note that the famous Frenchman also died on this day in 1973, so you might want to toast him and watch one of his movies.

August is the Summer Under the Stars Month on TCM when a different star is celebrated every day. It’s not a particularly great lineup this year, but I will set my DVR on August 5 (Orson Welles), August 6 (Audrey Hepburn), August 9 (William Holden), and August 19 (Toshiro Mifune). And hold the phone, Gilbert Roland has his own day on August 24! Save the date!

This is a really good sermon. Read the whole thing.

Let’s forget about trying to please the world. The mission of the church is NOT to please the world anyway. So let’s not even try to be The Church of What’s Happening Now.

Instead let us please Christ by being the faithful church that “earnestly contends for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints” (Jude 3) by the Scriptures and by the Apostles and Church Fathers. Then, and only then, we will be able wisely to “speak the truth in love” and to address what’s happening now, instead of being The Church of What’s Happening Now.

Here are some classic moments with Tony Dow as Wally Cleaver in Leave It to Beaver, which, let’s be frank, was really a great show. I chuckled throughout this highlight reel. Rest in peace, Tony, you were a great big brother.

And here’s a poem I like:

Blighted is the man
who doesn’t stick his neck out,
doesn’t think for himself,
doesn’t revere anything.
But he laughs on cue
while watching TV day and night.
He is like everybody else.
In all that he does, he gets by.
The believers are not so,
they don’t move with the times.
Therefore, the godly will not stand
in the court of human approval,
nor the Christlike at the best parties in town.
For who’s to say what is right?
And doesn’t everybody go to heaven?

–Ray Ortlund, “Psalm 1, a reverse translation”
Saying, “Hi, Mamu!”

Grace and peace to you today, my friends.

“Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take”*

by chuckofish

It is August now and our summer has been a hot one. I am thinking how nice it would be to be floating in a lake in Maine with my Massachusetts cousins (see above). Alas, I am not. Sixty or so years have passed since that picture was taken–hard to believe.

Happily, the temperatures came down this weekend to a very respectable low eighties. It was overcast, but pleasant enough to sit outside on the patio and contemplate the passage of time. I was happy that daughter #1 could join me for happy hour.

I spent a good part of Saturday attending an online auction where I was glad to see some vigorous bidding on “brown furniture.” This meant that I didn’t get anything, but c’est la vie. I was glad to see that there is still a market for tall case clocks. The prices are still amazingly low compared to twenty years ago, but they are, nevertheless, more than I am willing to pay for a rescue. I did buy a nice wing chair for $25. I mean, nobody wants a wing chair these days. Nobody but me.

On Sunday we went to church and were joined by the boy and his two wild monkeys. They checked their depravity and behaved, but when we got home they let loose and wreaked some havoc. (Note that our wing chairs took quite a beating.)

At some point the havoc moved outside (thankfully).

I am out of breath just looking at these pictures! When the wee babes headed home, daughter #1 also headed back to Jeff City, and the OM and I crashed for awhile before heading back to church that evening to celebrate the assistant pastor who is leaving with his family for a new job in Tuscaloosa.

Sunrise, sunset.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us;
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

–Martin Luther, Ein Feste Burg

*T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton”