Author: Tim Constant

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 →

In Greek epics, drowning was an ignominious, unmanly death because it was unwitnessed. Better to die in battle. Hero narratives typify the journey of men to masculinity. The young man must leave the feminine, suffer, and become a man before he can return to the feminine in marriage and kingliness. During this journey there is … Continue reading Running Thoughts #6 →

Introduction I was had. Round about midnight he hobbled into the emergency department favoring his right ankle. The other was wrapped tightly with a plastic Walmart bag and stuffed into an untied boot. I brought him back into the department, got the story, took some vitals. He had exacerbated an old injury in his left … Continue reading Cohere, Cothere, Coeverywhere →