we last left off on sunday two sundays ago. too long ago. there was the holocaust museum. after, we (my father and i) went to pca church plant in washington proper by the name of grace dc. though the specifics remain fuzzily in my head, i recall that the church started five years ago. my guess is that they had one hundred congregants for each year. they met in the spacious hull of a baptist church by the name of calvary. in the evening. the piano was planted firmly to the front of the guitarists, who were sitting, and the music preferred ccm, but there was a distinct presbyterian air about it (somehow i think concluding with “i’ll fly away” has a presbyterian air, thank you very much, grace). since the church has connections with redeemer presbyterian in new york, it was a little keller colored, but that’s fine in my book. the sermon was about this:
thank you, Lord, that it was not about this:
o! that i could remember more! it was about the fall and how much more? o! that the bland reading of genesis obscures the God that eagerly designs and maintains communions among men and Himself by determining the law against some small bits of fruit a gross and arbitrary demand by some roving and eagerly vindictive tyrant.
the point is that, as was said, that the number of capital crimes in eden was maximal. how many tiers or stages of rebellion were viable? what was a little rebellion to perfection? by grace death came late to adam and sooner than not will be undone. any break of communion divided this creator and his work, and what responsibility has a creator to a work that unperfects itself? only the demands of a gracious spirit, and praise be to God! that it is so.
the next day we went to the smithsonian museum of american history and the museum of art. they were pretty and pretty big. the most interesting exhibit of the american history museum was that grand old flag. you know the one? that inspired the national anthem? it is paper thin and thoroughly large. the lights are dimmed so as to protect it from photons. what i found interesting was that it was privately owned through most of 1800’s. the family cut up bits of it and gave it away as gifts. some people used their bits as placemats and napkins. that is a lie.
the museum of art was in good shape. it had a photo exhibit. one of the photos was a photo of a statue of casimir pulanski. if you know sufjan stevens, then you know casimir pulaski, or at least you know a song about a day in honor of him. he is riding a horse (also a statue). though you don’t need to know sufjan stevens or casimir pulaski to be okay in my book, you should really get to know one or the other. you don’t need to know them personally, though that would be thoroughly stupendous to me (and probably you).
here is coke quilting the world.
here is me looking very shifty.
here is a stupendous piano that i would sell my liver for, though it is slighty used.
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