What Kind of God?

I couldn’t resist posting an oldie but goodie today:

– the chaplain

More Wintry Views from the Old Homestead

This weekend’s snowstorm is the fourth – count ‘em, four – major snowfall we’ve had in northern Virginia this winter. It’s also the third – count ‘em, three – snowfall we’ve had this week. This past Tuesday’s snowfall of 3 inches or so (which, in any normal winter in these parts would have been major news) pales in comparison to the two weekend storms that surrounded it. It has now been snowing for over 24 hours and it is supposed to keep snowing for several hours more.

I’ll start by offering you a comparison of last week’s view from my window with this week’s view, which is still in progress as I type.

You can see that there’s a considerable difference between what happened then and what is happening now.

As a bonus, I’m also going to show you a view from my front stoop.

You can see that the maintenance guy has cleared some pathways. As I type, the poor fellow is out there again, shoveling the snow from my stoop and plowing the path again. Just before I took this picture, I measured the snow on the pathway (which had been cleared two hours before I got out there) and found that it was about 4 inches deep. So, as you look at the photo, keep in mind that the low bit is four inches deep and see for yourself how much deeper the untouched snow is. You can also see that, if the guy hadn’t cleared away some of the snow from the fire hydrant (lower right hand edge), it would be buried. The accumulation thus far is at least two feet deep. It’s 95% (or more) fresh snow, because most of the stuff that fell on us last weekend and earlier this week had melted by midweek.

I’ll close this post with a photo I took after Tuesday’s snowfall. You know, the one that Phil predicted hours before it happened (maybe there is something to this groundhog prognostication thing!). This photo was taken the day after Groundhog Day (as was the one in the 50 Word Bible post) and, I must admit, the snow was gorgeous that morning.

That’s all for now. I think it’s about time to enjoy some hot Irish cocoa!

– the chaplain

50 Word Bible

A little feature called “50 Word Bible” was tucked away on the last page of a church newsletter. The photo is mine, but the text comes from God’s new editor. Where was this gal 2,000 years ago? (She has to be a gal; the guys who wrote all the earlier drafts didn’t write this concisely.)

How long do you think it will be before someone comes up with a Twitter version of holy writ?

– the chaplain

Winter!

Punxsatawney Phil spoke. It was not good news for sun worshipers.

– the chaplain

The Last Supper

Inspired by the second video clip in Mark’s recent post, I decided to share some Last Supper parodies with you. There dozens of these on the Internet. Dan Savage has a page of these that he’s updated several times. I don’t intend to do that (with one exception noted at the end of the post); just google “last supper parodies” if you want to see more of these.

We’ll begin with the one that I captured from Mark’s blog, Mel Brooks Last Supper:

Next up is the Fast Food Mascots Last Supper:

The next one should warm the hearts (or pierce the feet) of all parents whose children love(d) Lego blocks:

This one should bring back memories for readers of The Spanish Inquisitor’s blog:

Next, we have the armchair philosopher’s favorite TV cartoon philosopher:

I’ll close with two science fiction parodies. The first is the science fiction series that sparked my initial interest in the genre:

Finally, my favorite recent science fiction series, Battlestar Galactica:

I was surprised that I couldn’t find a Star Trek Last Supper parody. That’s a project one of you graphic gurus can undertake. This assignment, should you decide to accept it, will be the only update of this post.

– the chaplain