Author: Tim Constant

And when the LORD your God brings you into the land that he swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give you—with great and good cities that you did not build, and houses full of all good things that you did not fill, and cisterns that you did not dig, and vineyards and … Continue reading Switch →

Provoke is a transitive verb, which requires a direct object to receive the action, and can be good or bad based on what it is provoking. A mind provoked to thought is like pulling the blanket off a slothful teenager on a sunny Saturday, and is right and necessary. A fool provoking offense by sensationalist … Continue reading Running Thoughts #12 →

Moderation is the enemy of the enemy. Excess is the enemy's playground where he drowns us in amusement; abstinence is his prison where thanksgiving is contraband. Enjoyment of God's gifts with thanksgiving and without excess he cannot withstand.

Intersectionality is tax write-offs for righteousness. The more intersectional points claimed, the higher the victim refund, and the less guilt owed.

Jesus used wine to symbolize his blood; he could have used water, which would have adequately carried the symbolism as happily as it carried him on it's back. He did this for it's color scheme and the scandal of ingestion: wine is blood red, and quaffing a creature's blood was an act Moses forbade. But … Continue reading Running Thoughts #9 →

I wrote and presented this speech at a church function for fathers and sons about masculinity. There are clear references from The Screwtape Letters, and I blush with embarrassment that I even attempted to write a short piece following Lewis's genius. For the record, however, the chief inspiration for the performance, and for the devil … Continue reading The Guest Lecturer →

For a man, assuming responsibility is the soul's erection. When he says, "I will do that", it is his strength rising to the occasion.

Perhaps our fascination with the eschaton - the end of the world - is because it is the only corner of our religious life where the mysterium tremendum - the "wholly other" - still lives. Worship, banal and jingly, and preaching, thin and familiar, has left the religious mind cold, dark, explainable, predictable, candid. The … Continue reading Running Thoughts #7 →

This past summer I took the boys up to the mountains along with half a dozen or so other dads and their sons. There were lots of laughter, hewn trees, empty bullet jackets, and bad sleep. Just to break things up we took some rough roads up a mountainside to catch a sunset.  The hilltop … Continue reading How To Kill A Moment →