This is another Lutheran pastor’s blog. I really don’t care if you read it. Well, I only kind of care. Mainly I just want a chance to voice my opinion about culture and theology. I’m pretty sure I’ll write some long posts laying out Mad Max-like post-apocalyptic scenarios for confessional Lutheranism in America. I’ll probably write about the order of creation and feminism, various ideas about the tasks of evangelization and catechesis in post-Christian America, and the future of Lutheran education in the same. And then I’ll probably post reflections on my experiences as father, husband, and pastor, perhaps some poems/hymns/sermons/other writing. Finally, I’ll be archiving the things my son says, so that I can weep bitter tears when I’m old wondering why I spent so much time working and so little time playing with the boy.
The name of the blog is the Vulgate’s first verse of Psalm 130. Psalm 130 has been my favorite Psalm since I was in my twenties. It is in Latin because Latin sounds cooler than the Psalm in English. Nothing goes well in my life, really, unless I’m sinking. And know that I am. Thus that Psalm.
Lutherans mostly have bad attitudes and thick heads unless they converted from being something else. The only significant exception to this is the 3 or 4 women in every LCMS church whose saintliness and prayers are probably the only reason that the entire synod hasn’t long ago died of boils, locusts, leprosy, frogs, stretch marks, hoof and mouth disease, bald and fat disease, irreversible testosterone deficiency, puppet ministry, comfort dogs, hawaiian shirts, joviality, knee slapping during sermons, allergies to Lutheran hymns, polo shirts, donuts, blogs, youtube videos, St. Louis graduates that can’t chant, wives submitting to their husbands, Paul McCain’s servant heart, taize, Time of Grace, cool young pastors wearing mock turtlenecks, snowbirds who are incensed when the LCMS church in Florida practices open communion, chewing gum at the sacrament of the altar, District Presidents who believe that the s
ynod will grow even though no Lutherans want to have kids as long as we evangelize, pastors conferences running off cliffs because legions of unclean spirits mistake them for Gadarene livestock, etc.
At any rate, chances are good that you are thick of head or flinty of face, if you’re reading this. If you don’t like it, feel free to leave. Please. It’s like what I occasionally want to tell people who complain that the hymns were too excellent againg this week–“Why don’t you go to St. Barna’s Lutheran Church or New Wineskins Lutheran Church where you can drink coffee and watch a movie clip during the sermon?”
[Canticum graduum] De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine;
Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuæ intendentes
in vocem deprecationis meæ.
Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit?
Quia apud te propitiatio est; et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine.
Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus:
Speravit anima mea in Domino.
A custodia matutina usque ad noctem, speret Israël in Domino.
Quia apud Dominum misericordia, et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
Et ipse redimet Israël ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus.
Domine, exaudi vocem meam.