The Westminster Confession of Funk

Talking about theology, but keeping it funky

I am a husband and father and pastor of Trinity Covenant Church and teacher as St. Abraham’s Classical Christian Academy in Santa Cruz, CA.

I married my Indian Princess just before Y2K. I am an old fashioned Protestant Christian Humanist who lives where people vacation. I love music, love to surf, coach soccer for a hoard of minions, play the drums, and read actual flesh and blood books. I enjoy theology and literature and history and philosophy (if Sophie is serving beer) and Anglo-Saxon Poetry.

If I could have lunch with any three living people, I would have buffalo ribs with a butter, mushroom, cream sauce, Roxy Ray would be singing with Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, and I’d be at table with Tom Wolfe, ?uestlove, and Adam Schlesinger (and Brad Bird, because it’s my fantasy, and no one can count in my fantasy).

If I could have dinner with any three dead people (and the TARDIS was there with its universal language translation circuit) I’d have slow smoked dry ribs with the author of Beowulf, Herodotus, Martin Bucer, and Polycarp (see the previous paragraph if you have questions about my ability to count). And Janis Joplin would be singing with Louis Armstrong and his All-Stars backed up by Parliament Funkadelic of course.

My carefully crafted internet persona is also much cooler than my actual person, but I can live with that.

Valentine's Day With Fountains of Wayne

There are only ever a few great poets writing popular music at any given time. And they are rarely recognized in their greatness until the end of their career. Because it is generally the entire corpus that is seen as great, rather than a single hit song. Fountains of Wayne is one of those bands. One of their greatest songs is not a love song, but instead a ‘near love song.’

There are two characters, Seth Shapiro and Beth Mackenzie. Check it out.

They are both likable and looking for love. They would probably make a great match. But it turns out that the reason that Beth Mackenzie is single is that she’s selfish and cold hearted. Opportunities are right in front of her, but she sees people as obstacles to her success rather than opportunities to connect. And so she leaves Seth Shapiro for dead and, presumably, ends up a lonely old cat lady, talking to herself while she watches reruns of the King of Queens.

The moral of the story. The people around you are people. People made in the image of God. Treat them as such. Not as obstacles. You may be surprised at the connections you make with strangers if you take seriously the admonition to be kind to strangers (Heb. 13:2).