Celebrating Diversity?


I was settling down to watch the 2012 Euro Cup final and a McDonald’s commercial came on.  Have you seen this one?  Watch video It is clearly exploiting the international flavor of the football tournament.  An American hipster approaches an exotically attired man on the street of some faraway land...

(Bad) Theology on a Bookmark


I couldn’t find my copy of The Screwtape Letters which I have been reading with my English class so I picked up a Bible that was sitting close by.  As I was turning to Psalm 51 I came across a little slip of paper that someone had presumably used as...

KD and Bud and Sex


Kraft Dinner is an abomination.  I'm not kidding; it disgusts me.  It didn’t used to. When we first moved off campus, my college roommates and I didn’t mind eating it, frequently.  The convenience of the stuff eclipsed all other considerations—taste for instance. We did eventually tire of it, so we...

Objectification of the Onion


The Supper of the Lamb by Robert Farrar Capon is the most remarkable cookbooks that I’ve ever read. For one thing, it has hardly any recipes in it. Most of the book is a reflection on food, life, the world and everything, while patiently describing the preparation of a lamb...

Pious Cliché


In the book Mystery and Manners, Flannery O’Connor says that the separation of grace and nature does a disservice to both.  Emptied of the spiritual, nature becomes either sentimental or obscene (see previous post).  And emptied of nature, the spiritual becomes nothing more than pious cliché. It didn’t take long...

Precious Moments and Pornography


A friend of mine sent me this link of some great images: http://rachelheldevans.com/realistic-moments. These cartoons are a lot like the short stories of Flannery O’Connor—a little disturbing, but also funny.  Like O'Connor's stories, the cartoons expose a tendency for Christians to be too sentimental about aspects of their faith.  Some stories are more...

The Hunger Games: Whose Side Are You On?


I saw The Hunger Games on opening day.  Those who waited in the line with me fell into two categories: enthusiastic youth (mostly girls) and the parent who drove the car.  Although the drivers were not overtly enthusiastic, I know they were.  Like me, they did not they did not drop the kids off at the...