A trio of blog for your dining pleasure

On the cooking competition shows I seem hopelessly addicted to, people are always cooking “duos,” as in “this is a duo of pork loin.”

Well, it has been a long day at the real job, so rather than try to write something profound, I’m going to offer your a trio of blogosphere.

Michael Jinkins at the Call and Response blog is tired of people trivializing the gospel.

What does the church have that others don’t? Please excuse me while I get biblical. We have the Word of God in an earthen vessel. We have a genuinely serious response to the realities facing the peoples and societies of our world. We don’t need a church that humors our foibles, but a God who forgives our sin. We don’t need a liturgy that tells us to try a little harder, but a God who raises us from death. There’s not much room in the foolishness of the gospel for base silliness. The folly of the cross is for real.

My brilliant daughter at Christian Girl at College offers her thoughts on why young people don’t like old people and the fear of death.

It was important for me to learn I was mortal – that my life could stop before I wanted it to. I wouldn’t say it was fear of death that drew me closer to God. It was gratitude that I didn’t need to be afraid. I couldn’t really die, after all. My baptism was my drowning, my death, so I couldn’t die again. Death no longer had power over me. I could live as God commanded me to live.

Dan Dick at United Methodeviations is tired the bickering buttheads who ruin Christmas.

Why do we celebrate Christmas?  I celebrate because I want to.  I want to focus on the hope and joy.  I want to make Jesus a more central part of my life.  I want to experience God’s love and grace, and I want to be inspired to share it with others.  I want to immerse myself in the rich traditions of the Christian faith — both myth and mystery — and be amazed all over again.  I want to laugh and sing and watch Rudolph learn to fly and Charlie Brown learn the true meaning of Christmas.  I want the whole experience, and I don’t want a bunch of bickering buttheads ruining it for me — and I’m not going to let them.  I can self-differentiate just enough to have the kind of Christmas I like and I can only hope that my enjoyment won’t infringe on the enjoyment of others.  I can’t fathom taking Christ out of Christmas, but then, I don’t have to.