<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834</id><updated>2011-12-30T21:56:32.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Mark Perkins' Culture Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Comment and Discussion on Bible and Culture from the Pastor of Front Range Bible Church</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7431715058257929654</id><published>2010-03-04T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:53:55.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Power &amp; Danger of Obama Branding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7431715058257929654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7431715058257929654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7431715058257929654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7431715058257929654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-danger-of-obama-branding.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6544368091695550858</id><published>2010-01-22T15:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:33:54.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the anniversary of Roe v. Wade, there was this article in the Weekly Standard:Here is another great website:  Abortion Changes You.We are command to pray for our nation's leaders, and today's anniversary is a great reminder to do so. Proverbs 14:34, "Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6544368091695550858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6544368091695550858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6544368091695550858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6544368091695550858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-anniversary-of-roe-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7660523174485242879</id><published>2010-01-21T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:48:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the best analysis of President Obama's first year that I have seen:http://cei.org/news-release/2010/01/20/report-card-obama-administrationIn some cases there is neglect, but for the most part it is single-minded pagan philosophy.  The egregious mismanagement of the Department of the Interior is what gets me most, because of my love for the outdoors.  It hurts even more that a Colorado man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7660523174485242879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7660523174485242879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7660523174485242879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7660523174485242879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-best-analysis-of-president.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-993426756917585555</id><published>2010-01-07T22:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:53:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In short:  a Nigerian Muslim homicide bomber has a disappointing detonation in his underwear, and the result is that Americans lose another chunk of freedom.  I am at a loss to recall if ever in the history of warfare has so little done by so few (one!) won so much.   Umar Farouk Abdul Mutallab is the Al-Qaeda version of 1940's Royal Air Force.  And why has our president handed Al-Qaeda another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/993426756917585555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=993426756917585555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/993426756917585555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/993426756917585555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-short-nigerian-muslim-homicide.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3132224120202408921</id><published>2009-11-06T13:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:02:59.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been sorting through my thoughts on yesterday's premeditated murder of 13 at Ft. Hood (one of the posts where I served during my time in the Texas Army National Guard).  The perpetrator of this heinous act was a devout Muslim who was motivated by his religious objections to our military actions in Iraq and Afghanistan.  And in fact, he uttered words of religious fervor as he opened fire.  It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3132224120202408921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3132224120202408921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3132224120202408921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3132224120202408921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-sorting-through-my-thoughts-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-4084782798721355488</id><published>2009-06-03T23:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:26:43.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Modern romance, post-modern romance, and good old-fashioned romance. Roman Holiday, Once, and Return to Me... with a little Before Sunrise thrown in to spice things up just right.I do enjoy great romantic films.  Recently, I reviewed Glen Hansard's Once, which I think is a post-modern Roman Holiday.  You have to know the Cary Grant/Audrey Hepburn classic to see the familiar elements between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/4084782798721355488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=4084782798721355488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/4084782798721355488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/4084782798721355488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2009/06/modern-romance-post-modern-romance-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-9019758774103233730</id><published>2009-04-11T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:06:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a great story on persecution from the Hanoi Hilton:  National Review Online</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/9019758774103233730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=9019758774103233730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/9019758774103233730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/9019758774103233730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-is-great-story-on-persecution-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-5855579905152025803</id><published>2009-04-07T16:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:07:31.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Modern Romance I:Once, the 2007 Indie film starring Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, at first seems a melancholy glimpse of morality.  There is no God, no heaven, no hell, but there is indeed morality.  The guy (there are no names for the two protagonists) is a street musician who sings in a quaint shopping district of Dublin, Ireland, while girl is a flower girl from Czechoslovakia.  Each have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/5855579905152025803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=5855579905152025803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5855579905152025803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5855579905152025803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2009/04/modern-romance-i-once-2007-indie-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1357188307478367094</id><published>2009-03-18T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:11:35.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wormwood Forest: A Natural History of Chernobyl, is an interesting look at the Zone of Alienation surrounding the remnants of the 1986 nuclear accident.  The author, Mary Mycio, examines at the response of nature to effects of radiation in the soil and water.  It has been more than 20 years since the day that a cloud of radiation spilled out over Ukraine, Belarus, and parts of eastern and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1357188307478367094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1357188307478367094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1357188307478367094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1357188307478367094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2009/03/wormwood-forest-natural-history-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-2493741054703949124</id><published>2008-11-16T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:09:45.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, are you interested to know what your culture thinks of you?  Follow this link and read the comments below the article.  Chilling, isn't it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/2493741054703949124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=2493741054703949124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2493741054703949124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2493741054703949124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-are-you-interested-to-know-what-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3023884645885126358</id><published>2008-11-13T07:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:24:07.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you think that handing the reigns of power over to radical left wingers was a good idea, think again.  In Palm Springs this week a group of gays protesting the passage of proposition 8 assaulted a 69 year old woman and trampled the cross she was bearing in her own peaceful protest against them.Desert Sun ArticleYoutube videoIf these are representative of the gay community, expect persecution: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3023884645885126358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3023884645885126358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3023884645885126358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3023884645885126358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-think-that-handing-reigns-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1743798356223729271</id><published>2008-11-08T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:16:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange Bedfellows?The San Francisco Chronicle on the Mormon Aid to Prop 8I have to find a better way to put it.  California's proposition 8 was a ban on gay marriage .  It passed, with a lot of help from the Latter-Day Saints.  I'm glad they helped.  It was good legislation that reflects the values of greater California, not just San Francisco, Marin County, and the Los Angeles basin.  As a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1743798356223729271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1743798356223729271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1743798356223729271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1743798356223729271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-bedfellows-san-francisco.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3118171111191148260</id><published>2008-11-01T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:17:09.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3118171111191148260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3118171111191148260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3118171111191148260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3118171111191148260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/11/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6887892136462052290</id><published>2008-10-30T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:58:47.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alas, Cruisin' the Fossil Freeway comes from the pagan evolution viewpoint. As Ray Troll comments in his critique of creationists on p.140: "What blows my mind is that evolution is the biggest puzzle mankind has ever solved, and it took generations to do it.  Everything, and I mean everything, falls into place when you perceive the world through evolutionary eyes."  Well not exactly everything, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6887892136462052290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6887892136462052290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6887892136462052290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6887892136462052290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/10/alas-cruisin-fossil-freeway-comes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1759446065679722213</id><published>2008-10-27T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:50:04.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know, it's kind of late in life to be going through a dinosaur phase, but at least I can blame it all on my daughter.  She had wanted to visit Dinosaur National Monument as part of her earlier and much more normal dinosaur phase, and I was obligated to drive.  While in Vernal, Utah's Field Museum of Natural History we ran across a really cool book and map set called Cruising the Fossil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1759446065679722213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1759446065679722213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1759446065679722213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1759446065679722213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-know-its-kind-of-late-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6079265316130875911</id><published>2008-10-25T22:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:27:15.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoop Dreams.  Yes, I'm 14 years behind on movies I've wanted to watch.  I've known about this 1994 documentary for quite some time, and finally got around to a viewing.  I took a big risk because Roger Ebert has it on his Great Movies list, and he has a post-modern approach to films.  But sometimes I like his favorites.But here is what I want to say:  Hoop Dreams is an American story.  Two junior</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6079265316130875911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6079265316130875911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6079265316130875911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6079265316130875911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoop-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-9119215712269449075</id><published>2008-10-25T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:15:40.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An anonymous reader told me that I should reconsider Juno as a virtuous movie.  Reason: it's one redeeming virtue is that the protagonist decides to have her baby, but there is little virtue elsewhere.  I agree.  Furthermore, there is not a single good male role model in the film.  Again I agree.  Although this may work as a warning about watching movies on trans-Atlantic flights (when I watched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/9119215712269449075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=9119215712269449075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/9119215712269449075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/9119215712269449075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/10/anonymous-reader-told-me-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1736358737302818304</id><published>2008-09-23T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:15:53.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regarding abortion, check out this link: www.abortionchangesyou.com. The website is filled with testimonies of terror, guilt, and hopeful recovery through Christ.  The most enlightening thing? The pro-choice movement is the most inaptly named organization on the planet.  In testimony after testimony women reveal that they were put under oppressive coercion, by their boyfriends, friends, husbands,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1736358737302818304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1736358737302818304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1736358737302818304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1736358737302818304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/09/regarding-abortion-check-out-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-8808922523689994236</id><published>2008-09-22T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:00:37.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Eating Gilbert Grape? has been in my Netflix queue for a long time, and on my list of movies to watch for even longer.  You know the feeling - you hear of a good movie, you're busy, you can't watch it with the kids, so it's a procrastination victim.  Last night I finally got to it, and I was rewarded.It's not a perfect move with perfect morals, oh my goodness, no.  Definitely not for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/8808922523689994236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=8808922523689994236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/8808922523689994236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/8808922523689994236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-eating-gilbert-grape-has-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3156703010367606534</id><published>2008-09-04T14:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:17:08.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently reading a fascinating book: Natasha's Dance, A Cultural History of Russia, by Orlando Figes.  It has been very enlightening and thought-provoking read, reminding me of the various contributing factors to a culture, like geography, language, interaction with other cultures, war and peace, and, ultimately, the national attitude toward God.  Reading through sections on the peasant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3156703010367606534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3156703010367606534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3156703010367606534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3156703010367606534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-currently-reading-fascinating-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zY0BqlD9TDA/SMBIFvsbLZI/AAAAAAAAACE/oLv1EuFWrc8/s72-c/cov-b_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3954565812783356009</id><published>2008-09-04T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:07:31.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I like Sarah Palin, and yes, I'm energized.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3954565812783356009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3954565812783356009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3954565812783356009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3954565812783356009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-like-sarah-palin-and-yes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-2136736257628221535</id><published>2008-08-12T08:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:37:25.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been gloomy these past few days, watching the Russian invasion of Georgia, and the response of the West (words, but of course deeds might be too costly).  It is a depressing thing to watch the liberal media cover this.  There are surely many atrocities being committed, but because Georgia is aligned with the U.S. and the West, they will likely not be reported.  I'm also gloomy because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/2136736257628221535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=2136736257628221535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2136736257628221535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2136736257628221535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-gloomy-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7273936888660103038</id><published>2008-08-04T07:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:07:11.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alexandr Solzhenitsyn has died.  His Gulag Archipelago was one of those literary works that changed the world.  The combined influences of Solzhenitsyn and Ronald Reagan (and not Charlie Wilson - like the liberal fantasists would have us believe) were primary causes in the collapse of the Soviet Union.  But even two decades before the collapse, the Gulag made a push that did indeed cause change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7273936888660103038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7273936888660103038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7273936888660103038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7273936888660103038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/08/alexandr-solzhenitsyn-has-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-5891811921172125175</id><published>2008-07-26T16:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:16:34.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>             "Good luck" is the polite standard for wishing someone the best in their endeavors.  When someone prospers we remark that they are lucky.  My least favorite is when someone tells me I am so lucky to have good kids, as if I had nothing at all to do with that. Luck is an entirely pagan concept that has its roots in demonism.    The word daimon means "fate-giver."  In the Greek and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/5891811921172125175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=5891811921172125175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5891811921172125175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5891811921172125175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-luck-is-polite-standard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7657174546611250018</id><published>2008-07-16T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:15:26.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From time to time I read the Wilson Quarterly (usually about every quarter, hmmm...).  The latest online edition has an article by John R. Miller that deserves a read.  As I mentioned in a recent Bible class, we tend to think that since we outlawed slavery, that issue has been dealt with. Nothing can be further from the truth.  As in the past, I believe that Christians need to be involved in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7657174546611250018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7657174546611250018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7657174546611250018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7657174546611250018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-time-to-time-i-read-wilson.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6178685788566364879</id><published>2007-10-05T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:06:36.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>America still has great sons.  This one made me proud of my adopted home state as well.Luke Milam, Hero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6178685788566364879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6178685788566364879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6178685788566364879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6178685788566364879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/10/america-still-has-great-sons.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-4313900188626144500</id><published>2007-09-30T07:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:20:07.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well said, by one of my favorite authors and columnists, Victor Davis Hansen: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2007/09/the_university_madhouse.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/4313900188626144500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=4313900188626144500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/4313900188626144500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/4313900188626144500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-said-by-one-of-my-favorite-authors.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-5799355960852449602</id><published>2007-09-26T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:18:07.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karen Dunning's great response to the article I quoted below: The first guy is inaccurate in a lot of his musical analysis.  Bach did not follow the rules.  He was constantly breaking the rules.  And I don't know why older people should begin to like Bach more, but it has nothing to do with him being a "rigorous disciplinarian".  I find that many musicians have a hard time understanding Bach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/5799355960852449602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=5799355960852449602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5799355960852449602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5799355960852449602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/09/karen-dunnings-great-response-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-468083386882285079</id><published>2007-09-26T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:23:42.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Front Range Bible Church has traditional music.  That is not to say that I'm against contemporary music, Christian or otherwise.  I'm not a zealot against rock, nor do I adopt rock music without any kind of standards.  Culturally, rock music is the music of youthful rebellion, although this does not apply to every song written and performed in the genre.  Musically, rock music falls far short of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/468083386882285079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=468083386882285079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/468083386882285079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/468083386882285079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/09/front-range-bible-church-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7863015084292613940</id><published>2007-09-17T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:09:10.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a great article on art and culture.  The gist is, that there is no art without standards and judgment.  Of course liberals, and anyone without the compass of absolute standards will hate the idea.http://www.spectator.org/dsp_article.asp?art_id=11879</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7863015084292613940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7863015084292613940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7863015084292613940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7863015084292613940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/09/heres-great-article-on-art-and-culture.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1863557032413009018</id><published>2007-03-26T06:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:12:32.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have been eagerly anticipated the Discovery Channel's 11 part series, "The Planet Earth."  Last night we watched the first three hours, and thoroughly enjoyed every minute.  It was the best photography of a nature show we had ever seen - wow!  There was more than one moment of such awesome beauty that it brought emotion and we all verbalized our praise of the Creator.Near the end of the third </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1863557032413009018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1863557032413009018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1863557032413009018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1863557032413009018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-been-eagerly-anticipated.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7934682784158028351</id><published>2007-03-23T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:18:24.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently finished Peter Mayle's A Year in Provence, his light-hearted account of his move to the Provence region of France.  It was funny, but for me it also served the important role of confirming everything I have believed about the French.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7934682784158028351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7934682784158028351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7934682784158028351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7934682784158028351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-recently-finished-peter-mayles-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7482049853789688487</id><published>2007-03-23T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:16:15.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I returned yesterday from Houston, where I attended the Chafer Theological Seminary Pastor's Conference.  The theme of the conference was understanding and evangelizing muslims.  It was chock-full of good information, with Dr. Patrick Cate, Walid Shoebat, and Jik Youssefi giving excellent presentations and encouragement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7482049853789688487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7482049853789688487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7482049853789688487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7482049853789688487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-returned-yesterday-from-houston-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1956456751490790497</id><published>2007-03-08T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:07:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a fascinating moment in Superman Returns, when he takes Lois Lane for a flight above the earth.  There, the cries of help from humanity are heard.  Superman hears it all, an omniscient listener to the screams, pleas, and moans of humanity.  A declaration is made: "The Word Needs a Savior."  I was thinking about that - is this Superman a Christ figure?  Critical to clarity in this is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1956456751490790497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1956456751490790497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1956456751490790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1956456751490790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-fascinating-moment-in-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-8802154606774237613</id><published>2007-03-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:55:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In his epilogue to Forth to the Wilderness, James Van Every sets forth his opinion about the inner driver of the frontier people.  After all, they stand out in history as a people willing to endure the most difficult set of adversities... but for what? "Actions presenting so great a contrast to the ordinary course of human behavior indicate the power of the impulse that had gripped them.  They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/8802154606774237613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=8802154606774237613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/8802154606774237613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/8802154606774237613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-his-epilogue-to-forth-to-wilderness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108017169249853747</id><published>2007-02-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:56:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In his book Forth to the Wilderness, James Van Every records the transformation of the frontier people of America.  The land and a burning desire for freedom had their effect on the frontiersmen, as well as the isolation and suffering which resulted in a near complete self-reliance.  The final portion of the book focuses on their self-identity. "The change in frontier temper first perceptible in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108017169249853747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108017169249853747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108017169249853747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108017169249853747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-his-book-forth-to-wilderness-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-2007744916233712883</id><published>2007-02-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:40:56.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Nation's Highest Honor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/2007744916233712883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=2007744916233712883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2007744916233712883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/2007744916233712883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/nations-highest-honor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7454476921497593188</id><published>2007-02-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:59:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Dale Van Every's Forth to the Wilderness we saw the first identifying characteristics of the American spirit as a desire for freedom and a wondrous land in which to express it.  However there was a daunting challenge to that fervent desire, the frontier wars of 1750-1783.  There were the French and Indian War, Pontiac's War, Lord Dunmore's War, and the frontier war that was a part of the War </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7454476921497593188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7454476921497593188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7454476921497593188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7454476921497593188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-dale-van-everys-forth-to-wilderness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6928742096615549615</id><published>2007-02-22T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:38:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Van Every is getting at in his discourse on the Indian life in the wilderness is twofold: that personal freedom and the wilderness land are essential factors in Americanism.  The frontiersman had a burning desire to escape the suffocating trappings of government, and despised the intrusion of government, and even everyday people, into his everyday life.  But the companion to that freedom was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6928742096615549615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6928742096615549615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6928742096615549615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6928742096615549615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-van-every-is-getting-at-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-5143195794331438667</id><published>2007-02-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:29:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more quotation from Forth to the Wilderness will sum up my first point about what it means to be an American: "Certain as we are that our world now offers infinitely more rewarding satisfactions and fulfillments, that our civilization represents an immense step forward toward the state to which man was intended to aspire, we must sometimes be haunted by a stray, half-suppressed doubt.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/5143195794331438667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=5143195794331438667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5143195794331438667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/5143195794331438667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-more-quotation-from-forth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-6005479690490732069</id><published>2007-02-21T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:56:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Dale Van Every, Forth to the Wilderness, pp.41-42: "His principal occupation, hunting and fishing to get food, was more of a sport than a task.  His other more common undertakings were likewise diverting.  He enjoyed the revelation of his eloquence in council, his endurance as a dancer, his calm while gambling, his prowess as a ball player, his taste in the decoration of his person, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/6005479690490732069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=6005479690490732069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6005479690490732069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/6005479690490732069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-dale-van-every-forth-to-wilderness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-1824883695051845381</id><published>2007-02-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:52:51.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dale Van Every continues his description of the Native Americans (p.41).  "In his view he was a natural man living in a natural environment that suited him.  His world as he had known it was a vast and marvelous land of lakes and rivers, forests and prairies, alive with game.  All this, in his deeply religious estimation, represented a higher power's gift to him for his sustenance and enjoyment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/1824883695051845381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=1824883695051845381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1824883695051845381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/1824883695051845381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/dale-van-every-continues-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-3138954621788807328</id><published>2007-02-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:44:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite works of American history is Dale Van Every's four volume series on the American frontier.  The first book, Forth to the Wilderness, has several defining quotes about the American spirit.  Over the next few days I will post extended quotations.  The first is about life on the frontier, as defined by the Native Americans.  This sets the stage for the ascendancy of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/3138954621788807328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=3138954621788807328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3138954621788807328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/3138954621788807328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-of-my-favorite-works-of-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-7542928216796413410</id><published>2007-01-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:33:05.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming soon... the blog lives again!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/7542928216796413410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=7542928216796413410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7542928216796413410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/7542928216796413410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2007/01/coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-111271917594749737</id><published>2005-04-05T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:39:35.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SFC Paul R. Smith's Congressional Medal of Honor page.The ceremonies have been this week.http://www.army.mil/medalofhonor/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/111271917594749737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=111271917594749737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/111271917594749737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/111271917594749737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/04/sfc-paul-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-111151318378780117</id><published>2005-03-22T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:41:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In his sermon on “The Sum of the Christian Life” preached in Wörlitz on November 24, 1532, Luther declared (Luther’s Works (Philadelphia: Muhlenberg, 1959) 51.282–283).    If we are ever to stand before God with a right and uncolored faith, we must come to the point where we learn clearly to distinguish between ourselves, our life, and Christ the mercy seat…   The man who can do this will be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/111151318378780117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=111151318378780117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/111151318378780117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/111151318378780117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-his-sermon-on-sum-of-christian-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110916497097075478</id><published>2005-02-23T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:22:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An actor sounds off with wisdom and promotes America.  Never thought I'd see the day, but it's worth the read; Michael Moriarity on French Thought and American Values.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110916497097075478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110916497097075478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110916497097075478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110916497097075478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/actor-sounds-off-with-wisdom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899908141927458</id><published>2005-02-21T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:18:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, 18 February 2005                   This morning I administered the final exam, and an hour later we had a party for the end of the class.  The students were very gracious and kind in their comments regarding the class.  I have this deep appreciation for several of the older men who are students – we are like one another in our values. Afterwards we headed to the Myer’s new place in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899908141927458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899908141927458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899908141927458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899908141927458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-18-february-2005-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899904402838172</id><published>2005-02-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:17:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, 17 February 2005                   Quicker entry this evening.  We had class in the morning, afternoon with friends, and evening at the opera house.  I told Jim Myers that I had trudged through snow and slush and rain, a mile each way, missed the Super Bowl, etc. etc. but the worst of all was having to suffer through three hours of Ballet.  Kidding.  It was beautiful and well done, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899904402838172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899904402838172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899904402838172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899904402838172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-17-february-2005-quicker.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899901830727363</id><published>2005-02-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:16:58.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, 16 February 2005                   Class goes per usual today – good and lively discussion.  After class I spent a few minutes with Nina, the Greek teacher here.  She is standing in the gap while the school is without a full time Greek teacher, but has only two years of formal education in the language, while she herself is teaching the first and second year students.  I am hoping to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899901830727363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899901830727363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899901830727363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899901830727363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-16-february-2005-class-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899891761923744</id><published>2005-02-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:15:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, 15 February 2005                   This morning’s theology class finished the topic of God’s love.  We steer off topic to favorite subjects often, and every time the class spills over for 15-30 minutes as I answer questions.  This is a good sign of eager students.  We talk about the charismatic movement, and help to equip Alla, my one female student, to communicate truth to charismatics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899891761923744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899891761923744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899891761923744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899891761923744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-15-february-2005-this-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899880449699012</id><published>2005-02-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:13:24.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, 14 February 2005                   It is Valentine’s Day in Ukraine, and the pressure is on young Ukrainian men.  It is a big deal, here.  In class we talk about agape love, and there are some questions about marriage, so I spend time on the subject.  It seems that there is constant conflict in Ukrainian relationships: the men like football, the women shopping.  Hmm.  The class is smaller</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899880449699012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899880449699012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899880449699012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899880449699012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-14-february-2005-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899868168423569</id><published>2005-02-21T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:11:21.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, 13 February 2005                   This morning it is snowing.  This is getting kind of funny, but my host Jim Dumas keeps saying, this is the worst weather since I’ve been coming to Ukraine… the worst cold last week, and the worst snow today.  I feel very privileged.  Because of issues with the meeting place, the church doesn’t meet until 2 PM.  When you see people you want to say “good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899868168423569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899868168423569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899868168423569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899868168423569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-13-february-2005-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899857108095181</id><published>2005-02-21T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:09:31.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, 12 February 2005                   We held class early today so that some could get away to whatever they needed to do.  It was another good class; I have a long list of ways to say, “Ukrainians are just like anywhere else,” and in this case there is similarity in the theological issues discussed.  They already have a great frame of reference coming in, and so it is great to add </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899857108095181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899857108095181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899857108095181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899857108095181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-12-february-2005-we-held.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899845401487127</id><published>2005-02-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:07:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, 11 February 2005                   There is more lively discussion on the Calvinism debate during class today, and we have to refocus on the material.  We are now discussing the three omni-s and how they relate to one another.  Everyone seems on the ball and they stay focused on application.               After class Jim and Phyllis show up for a tour to the War Museum, along with Yuri, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899845401487127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899845401487127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899845401487127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899845401487127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-11-february-2005-there-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899831789651474</id><published>2005-02-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:05:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, 10 February 2005                   This morning dawns bright and clear, not quite Colorado blue, but close.  It is beautiful, and not quite as cold as the previous days.  Classes go well in the morning, first year Greek, taught by Nina, and then theology where we go very slowly through the free will vs. sovereignty debate.  After lunch with Alene, Nina, and Oksana, we four head to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899831789651474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899831789651474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899831789651474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899831789651474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-10-february-2005-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899821188300903</id><published>2005-02-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:03:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, 9 February 2005                   I woke up at four this morning, so I’m gaining ground on the jet lag.  Dobre Utra! Good morning!  I read for a while, then prayed at 6 AM to share the same time as family says good night prayers in America.  Off to school at eight for 2nd year Greek class.  Jim Dumas walks me to school like a good dad, so that I can find my way home the next time.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899821188300903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899821188300903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899821188300903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899821188300903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-9-february-2005-i-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899784791036972</id><published>2005-02-21T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T07:57:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, 8 February, 2005                   I woke up at 2 AM this morning, my body sounding the trumpet as though this was just right.  No use to try and sleep, but I kept my eyes closed another few hours.  It is cold in this apartment – not intolerably so, but certainly enough to notice it most of the time.  There is always a cold spot trying to reach under the blankets.  Tomorrow I will sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899784791036972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899784791036972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899784791036972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899784791036972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-8-february-2005-i-woke-up-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110899758438695476</id><published>2005-02-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T07:53:04.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6-7 February, 2005   Alene and I met at the airport ticket counter and headed down to our gate.  DIA is deserted, perhaps because it is Super Bowl Sunday, or just because it is an off time to fly.  Our flight to Minneapolis is full.  The people who prayed for our flight achieved much by the grace of God; we had tailwinds both to Minneapolis, where we arrived 20 minutes early, and Amsterdam, where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110899758438695476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110899758438695476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899758438695476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110899758438695476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/02/6-7-february-2005-alene-and-i-met-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-110684159412654190</id><published>2005-01-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:59:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming Soon:  Kiev Diary, where I will post impressions and photos of the trip to Kiev with Alene Lindstrand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/110684159412654190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=110684159412654190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110684159412654190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/110684159412654190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2005/01/coming-soon-kiev-diary-where-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108756306002077561</id><published>2004-06-18T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T06:51:00.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charles Krauthammer writes on Israel's victory in their war against terror.  When you're fighting the same kind of war, you do well to observe the success of others.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108756306002077561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108756306002077561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108756306002077561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108756306002077561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/06/charles-krauthammer-writes-on-israels.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108698179158539622</id><published>2004-06-11T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T13:23:11.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sense of awe prevails as I write after watching the national funeral for President Reagan.   I cried proud tears - to have served under him was a privilege; to vote for him an honor; to follow his example of humility, leadership, and service, a necessity.His sun-bright mind was eclipsed by alzheimer's disease.  I remember thinking in December of 2000, what would Ronald Reagan think?  Would he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108698179158539622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108698179158539622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108698179158539622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108698179158539622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/06/sense-of-awe-prevails-as-i-write-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108648280449391293</id><published>2004-06-05T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:46:44.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very favorite passage of mine, from An American Life, Ronald Reagan=s autobiography, pp.181-182.  Here he recalls a day someone made a difference in his life in the middle of the student unrest of 1969:AThese were stormy times, but I=ll never forget one very quiet moment during that period.  One day, I arrived at the University of California campus in San Diego for a meeting of the Board of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108648280449391293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108648280449391293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108648280449391293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108648280449391293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/06/very-favorite-passage-of-mine-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108647211728649171</id><published>2004-06-05T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T15:48:37.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When the Lord calls me home, whenever that may be, I will leave with the greatest love for this country of ours and eternal optimism for its future,I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead."- Ronald Reagan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108647211728649171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108647211728649171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108647211728649171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108647211728649171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/06/when-lord-calls-me-home-whenever-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108336680816123485</id><published>2004-04-30T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:16:35.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tillman's platoon was split into two sections. Tillman was the team leader of the lead section when the trail section began receiving suppressive mortar and small-arms fire. ... [The] cavernous terrain made it extremely difficult to target enemy positions, and there was no room for the trail element to maneuver out of the kill zone.Even though his element was out of the area that had come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108336680816123485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108336680816123485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108336680816123485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108336680816123485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/04/tillmans-platoon-was-split-into-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108324971183024010</id><published>2004-04-29T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:18:16.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Dennis Miller, a dose of common sense."A brief overview of the situation is always valuable, so as a serviceto all Americans who still don't get it, I now offer you the story ofthe Middle East in just a few paragraphs, which is all you Really need."Here we go:The Palestinians want their own country.  There's just one thing aboutthat: There are no Palestinians. It's a made up word. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108324971183024010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108324971183024010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108324971183024010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108324971183024010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-dennis-miller-dose-of-common-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108293694037901334</id><published>2004-04-25T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:18:16.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More on Pat Tillman:  Time MagazineAnd a terrific article at National Review Online.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108293694037901334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881834&amp;postID=108293694037901334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108293694037901334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108293694037901334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/2004/04/more-on-pat-tillman-time-magazine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108273207193141621</id><published>2004-04-23T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:35:06.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad news from Afghanistan:  Pat Tillman Killed.Tillman was the Phoenix Cardinal who chose to give up millions to join the Army Rangers.  What a profound loss.  He chose a virtuous approach to it all, shunning publicity, and serving without fanfare.  He is the basis for the question I would ask of the fabulously wealthy professional athletes:  "Why didn't you go?"This one really hits hard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108273207193141621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108273207193141621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108273207193141621'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108217365568079411</id><published>2004-04-16T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:51:18.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the thing:  it was a bad career move in the first place.   Fox News ReportAIDS is a disease whose victims are very often involved in immorality.  Even so, it has profoundly affected health care costs, even for those who are incredibly unlikely to contract the disease.   Is it divine discipline?  No brainer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108217365568079411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108217365568079411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108217365568079411'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108214887259779207</id><published>2004-04-16T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:57:26.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of bartleby.comThe Private of the Buffs Sir Francis Hastings Doyle  LAST night, among his fellow roughs,	  He jested, quaff’d, and swore:	A drunken private of the Buffs,	  Who never look’d before.	To-day, beneath the foeman’s frown,	        5  He stands in Elgin’s place,	Ambassador from Britain’s crown,	  And type of all her race.	 Poor, reckless, rude, lowborn, untaught,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108214887259779207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108214887259779207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108214887259779207'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108188132451892737</id><published>2004-04-13T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:38:14.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten second book review:  Ian McEwan's Atonement.  This is a book written with genuine skill and enormous talent.  The pictures painted and the characters drawn leap to life in rare form.  However, I have two complaints: one is that McEwan cheats with his ending, and second, that ending is essentially godless.  I enjoyed the writing; I didn't enjoy the ending, which is such a fantastic gimmick I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108188132451892737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108188132451892737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108188132451892737'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108178481657211874</id><published>2004-04-12T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:49:45.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some intelligent commentary from the UK: Barbara AmielAnother radical muslim uprising put down.  Hundreds Fallujah's extremists died because they stupidly underestimated our president's willingness to let our Marines fight, and the remarkable combat efficiency of the Marine Corps infantrymen.  Evidently the geniuses in Fallujah haven't read their history.  Hundreds of them are now conversing in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108178481657211874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108178481657211874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108178481657211874'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-108148105615488931</id><published>2004-04-08T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T21:27:01.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From a Marine in Fallujah:Things have been busy here. You know I can't say much about it. However, I do know two things. One, POTUS has given us the green light to do whatever we needed to do to win this thing so we have that going for us. Two, and my opinion only, this battle is going to have far reaching effects on not only the war here in Iraq but in the overall war on       ism. We have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/108148105615488931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108148105615488931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/108148105615488931'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107982404588116247</id><published>2004-03-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T16:10:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>During my time in the service, I came to conclude that there were two kinds of soldiers: those who get it, and those who don't.  Those who get it have a sense of esprit de corps and an understanding of what it means to serve our country even to the point of self-sacrifice.  Marine Lt. Benjamin Klay gets it.  Semper Fi, and thanks to Powerline for the link.The Spirit of Grand StrategyGrown up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107982404588116247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107982404588116247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107982404588116247'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107954827426231143</id><published>2004-03-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T11:33:37.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And from the whimsical side (it's so much better when you know the tune):FOOTBALL CRAZYYou all know my big brother and his Christian name is PaulHe's lately joined a football club for he's mad about football.He's got two black eyes already and teeth out from his gobSince Paul became a member of the gaelic football clubChorusHe's football crazy, He's football mad.The football it has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107954827426231143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107954827426231143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107954827426231143'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107954347661878259</id><published>2004-03-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:13:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What better way to return to blogging?The Battle Eve of the Irish Brigadeby Thomas Davis:THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,	  And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;	The vet’ran arose, like an uplifted lance,	Crying—“Comrades, a health to the monarch of France!”	With bumpers and cheers they have done as he bade	        5For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107954347661878259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107954347661878259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107954347661878259'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107820322760297805</id><published>2004-03-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:55:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw The Passion of the Christ tonight.  I'll save the majority of my thoughts for a later date, after I'm pretty sure most of you all have seen it.  There is a certain power in the imagery, and emotion when coupled with truth in the soul can be a force for good.  I imagine that there will be many who become emotional because of Mel Gibson's movie, and go in bizarre directions with it.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107820322760297805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107820322760297805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107820322760297805'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107766806945621474</id><published>2004-02-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:16:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my dear neglected readers (both of you).I am bogged down in study like a good little pastor.  I hope to blog again late next week when my academic schedule will allow.  Good things to come, including a review of The Passion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107766806945621474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107766806945621474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107766806945621474'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107711557407673440</id><published>2004-02-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T07:48:34.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth hurts."One way or the other, we are determined to deny Iraq the capacity to develop weapons of mass destruction and the missiles to deliver them. That is our bottom line." - President Clinton, Feb. 4, 1998  "If Saddam rejects peace and we have to use force, our purpose is  clear.    We want to seriously diminish the threat posed by Iraq's weapons of mass destruction program." - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107711557407673440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107711557407673440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107711557407673440'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107697329170868767</id><published>2004-02-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T16:16:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone else not like "President's Day?"  It seems to me to be a politically correct kind of holiday now.  "Leave no president behind, even the ones that stunk."  I don't like president's day because then I have to include Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter.  Rather, Abe Lincoln's and George Washington's birthdays were great; we should also be adding Ronald Reagan to that group soon, and if I recall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107697329170868767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107697329170868767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107697329170868767'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107601192625979245</id><published>2004-02-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:14:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A curiosity: my review of Secondhand Lions is far less verbose than for Lost in Translation.  The reason is simple - Secondhand Lions is about old-fashioned integrity.  It may have a few minor flaws, but it is far more view-worthy than the other movie we saw this week.  So I can say:  get it.  See it.  Enjoy.  No further explanation is necessary.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107601192625979245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107601192625979245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107601192625979245'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107591683208272825</id><published>2004-02-04T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T10:49:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William Buckley's West Point commencement address, June 1971:  Nationalreview.com.  Buckley comments on John Kerry's antiwar speech which was in the Spring of that year.  Pay attention to Buckley's key question, akin to the priest asking "Is there a God?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107591683208272825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107591683208272825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107591683208272825'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107591462691678065</id><published>2004-02-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:11:59.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost in Translation movie review.We caught this one last night on our late-night DVD cinema.  Tuesday nights after Bible Class are good for movies we missed at the theatre, and I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about regarding Bill Murray's Oscar-nominated performance.  I'm a fan of Bill Murray since the old SNL days, and Stripes, Ghostbusters, and Caddyshack still make me chuckle when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107591462691678065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107591462691678065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107591462691678065'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107583519768271015</id><published>2004-02-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T12:08:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re: Super Bowl II.The Beer Dogs commercial was somewhat funny, but it made our day since the triumphant dog was a Border Terrier, the breed of our very own Frisky.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107583519768271015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107583519768271015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107583519768271015'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107583434983109574</id><published>2004-02-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:54:09.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Tuesday is back.  I'm back on a five hour a week teaching schedule, one that is much more demanding.  On Tuesdays especially I have to study like a whirling dervish just home from Starbucks, or else the rest of the week slides into chaos.  Today I am putting the finishing touches on the Doctrine of Trial and Temptation.   I've been at it hard since 6:30 AM, and I should be done with that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107583434983109574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107583434983109574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107583434983109574'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107569514475839871</id><published>2004-02-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:14:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re: Super Bowl.Great game that was almost completely marred by the worst halftime show in history.  Thanks for the showing the world the most degenerate side of our nation possible.   There are too many things to mention and who wants to anyway, but wearing a flag like a poncho does a tremendous disservice to what it stands for.Here's hoping the NFL has the sense not to award the Super Bowl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107569514475839871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107569514475839871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107569514475839871'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107541966933944771</id><published>2004-01-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:42:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An all-important link for purists: Nitpicking the Lord of the Rings.Also note the photo at the bottom, which explains so much about the president's domestic agenda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107541966933944771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107541966933944771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107541966933944771'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107525177470282719</id><published>2004-01-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:05:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that the mars-ologists are all a dither about finding water there, and how water may have begotten life at some far-past point.  They're going to be disappointed, I think.  The Bible doesn't directly indicate that life is exclusive to planet earth, but I have my doubts.  One thing is clear: our planet is certainly the spiritual center of the universe.It seems that there's a lot at stake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107525177470282719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107525177470282719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107525177470282719'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107521883297872690</id><published>2004-01-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:50:30.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really tough question:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107521883297872690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107521883297872690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107521883297872690'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107488123348719890</id><published>2004-01-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:08:42.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I grabbed this straight from Powerline.General Robert Barrow (ret.) is the former Commandant of the Marine Corps. We have obtained a copy of General Barrow's summary of First Marine Division interviews for an internal military "lessons learned" project. A reader has kindly forwarded General Barrow's summary received courtesy of a Marine officer who prefaces General Barrow's summary with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107488123348719890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107488123348719890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107488123348719890'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107469969165944914</id><published>2004-01-21T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T08:43:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that's twice Roger Ebert has surprised me.  From his review of Open Range: One of the many ways in which the Western has become old-fashioned is that the characters have values, and act on them. Modern action movies have replaced values with team loyalty; the characters do what they do because they want to win and they want the other side to lose. The underlying text of most classic Westerns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107469969165944914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107469969165944914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107469969165944914'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107462609074022485</id><published>2004-01-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:16:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's me again.A couple of brief book reviews:At the Back of the North Wind, by George MacDonald.  I was cynical, so was Rene'.   We were wrong.  Great children's book absolutely packed with virtues.  Hard work, sacrifice on behalf of others, and God's control of history all come through with crystal clarity.  Plenty of interesting meat for theological discussion as well.  Read it to your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107462609074022485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107462609074022485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107462609074022485'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107418055034922778</id><published>2004-01-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T08:31:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, how are our nation's churches doing?  Barna Research GroupOnly half of Protestant pastors have a biblical worldview, and only 15 % of women pastors share the worldview of the Bible.Barna defines a biblical worldview in the following way:  "For the purposes of the research, a biblical worldview was defined as believing that absolute moral truths exist; that such truth is defined by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107418055034922778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107418055034922778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107418055034922778'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107374720051525091</id><published>2004-01-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T08:07:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mogadishu survivor dies in Iraq: CWO Aaron Weaver.  He was an extraordinary soldier.  I pray he is in the arms of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107374720051525091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107374720051525091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107374720051525091'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107367856730205872</id><published>2004-01-09T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T13:08:07.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alfred Pugh dies: Oldest wounded vet.   The Statue of Liberty division, the 77th U.S. Army Infantry division, has lost a legend.Read the article.  He was a lot more than a wounded vet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107367856730205872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107367856730205872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107367856730205872'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107340191711421245</id><published>2004-01-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T08:16:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile, Dennis Prager notes in a great satire that Jimmy Carter believes that the Lord of the Rings films are evil.  The satire remains second behind Bored of the Rings, but that's saying a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107340191711421245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107340191711421245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107340191711421245'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107336771354858907</id><published>2004-01-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T22:52:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    My own thoughts on Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings Trilogy.  I've seen all three films now, including the extended editions of the first two films.  First and foremost, Jackson captured the look of every location with superb faithfulness.  I can still remember the chills I felt two years ago when I saw Bilbo Baggins' round door, and again when the panorama of Rivendell unfolded on the wide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107336771354858907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107336771354858907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107336771354858907'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107305634176736708</id><published>2004-01-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T08:13:29.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Weak Anthropic Argument for creation: Reasons.org. Thanks to Evangelical Outpost.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107305634176736708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107305634176736708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107305634176736708'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107298199091266390</id><published>2004-01-01T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:34:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another good article:  Reflections on HefnerThe article brought to mind a remarkable episode of my own life.  In September of 2002, I took my family to Disneyland.  Turner was 7 and Alex 4.  On the last day we decided to enjoy the Peter Pan ride... you remember, the boy who never grew up.  Turner and I came to the front of the line, and instead of an empty car, there were two young women: they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107298199091266390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107298199091266390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107298199091266390'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881834.post-107298043707603776</id><published>2004-01-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:08:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good and wise words from Ralph Peters: New York Post"Even if terrorists attack our homeland before the stroke of midnight, 2003 will still have been a year of remarkable progress on every front in the global War on Terror - and the greatest year for freedom since the Soviet Union's collapse."A decisive government in Washington, backed by the courage and common sense of the American people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://episkopos.blogspot.com/feeds/107298043707603776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107298043707603776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881834/posts/default/107298043707603776'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237692385864892992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
