

...in a land of thorns and thistles
I finished a lot of books this month. Here's what I read, and here are some of my thoughts:
King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table - Thomas Mallory, ed. Sidney Lanier (for fun)
An antiquated abridgement of La Morte D'Arthur. Good fun getting into the medieval mind. I would have rather have read the real thing, though.
The Butler Did It - P.G. Wodehouse (for fun)
A delivery and receiving room book. A rollickin' good time. I've decided I like Wodehouse, and wouldn't mind reading more.
Preaching & Preachers - Martyn Lloyd-Jones (for class)
Excellent. Another book for every preacher.
Amusing Ourselves to Death - Neil Postman (for fun)
Wow whatabook. This is one of those books that shows you the man behind the curtain. Should be required reading for everyone. Seriously. Go buy it.
Winterflight - Joseph Bayly (for fun)
A prophetic novel written by my pastor's father in the late 70s about what he foresaw as the inevitable consequences of Roe v. Wade—you know, universal health care, government mandated abortion, infanticide, death panels, that sort of thing. It's not great fiction (as far as the writing goes), but it sure is compelling.
Words to Winners of Souls - Horatius Bonar (for class)
An excellent and concise summary of the heart of pastoral ministry.
Cast your eye round the room in which you sit, and select some three or four things that have been with man almost since his beginning; which at least we hear of early in the centuries and often among the tribes. Let me suppose that you see a knife on the table, a stick in the corner, or a fire on the hearth. About each of these you will notice one speciality; that not one of them is special. Each of these ancestral things is a universal thing; made to supply many different needs; and while tottering pedants nose about to find the cause and origin of some old custom, the truth is that it had fifty causes or a hundred origins. The knife is meant to cut wood, to cut cheese, to cut pencils, to cut throats; for a myriad ingenious or innocent human objects. The stick is meant partly to hold a man up, partly to knock a man down; partly to point with like a finger-post, partly to balance with like a balancing pole, partly to trifle with like a cigarette, partly to kill with like a club of a giant; it is a crutch and a cudgel; an elongated finger and an extra leg. The case is the same, of course, with the fire; about which the strangest modern views have arisen. A queer fancy seems to be current that a fire exists to warm people. It exists to warm people, to light their darkness, to raise their spirits, to toast their muffins, to air their rooms, to cook their chestnuts, to tell stories to their children, to make checkered shadows on their walls, to boil their hurried kettles, and to be the red heart of a man's house and that hearth for which, as the great heathens said, a man should die.
Now it is the great mark of our modernity that people are always proposing substitutes for these old things; and these substitutes always answer one purpose where the old thing answered ten.
