The criteria: Songs cannot have any mention of God, Jesus,
angels, saints, or miracles. Not even in Latin.
10. White Christmas
9. Jingle Bells
8. Sleigh Ride
7. Silver Bells
6. We Wish You a Merry Christmas
5. Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!
4. Santa Baby
3, Carol of the Bells
2. Winter Wonderland
1. Deck the Halls. It’s totally gorgeous. It’s unrepentantly
cheerful — jolly, one might even say — with just a hint of
that haunting spookiness that makes for the best Christmas
songs. It celebrates all the very best parts of Christmas: singing,
playing music, decorating, dressing up, telling stories, hanging
around fires, and generally being festive with the people we love…
And it doesn’t mention God, or Jesus, or angels, or virgin births,
or magical talking animals, or redemption of guilt through blood sacrifice,
or any supernatural anything. Not even once. Heck, it doesn’t even
“Humor is the universal solvent against the abrasive elements of life.”
Sen. Alan Simpson
Eulogy for George Herbert Walker Bush
Ken Burns takes a break from recounting Hornsby’s statistical brilliance — the three seasons he batted over .400, the two MVP awards, the second-highest lifetime batting average, etc. — to tell us a story about an umpire’s wit. This is the charm of Burns’s 1994 documentary series Baseball. The viewer is regaled for more than 18 hours with not only box scores and controversy but also the quips of those who populated the game. But a funny thing happens midway through the last two-hour episode, which covers the game from the ‘70s to the ‘90s: The wit disappears. It happened right as we stopped referring to teams as ball clubs and started calling them “organizations” and brands.
,,,A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM
Thanks to Jake Meador’s terrific book (interview forthcoming), In Search of the Common Good
We spent several days last week visiting with friends from Brenham Bible Church. This is the church I preached at from 2010-13.
During a break between visits, Doreen and I went to Starbucks to read. I met a man there from New Orleans with a thick accent. He was curious about about the books I write.
During our conversation he said he “liked to read about oil wells.” I thought he said Orwell so I enthusiastically replied how much I “loved Orwell.”
He laughed and said my confusion was due to his heavy accent.