Having been lectured for several
years of my life, that what I really needed to do was “start a blog,” I have
decided to bite that particular bullet, and begin.
Why now? Well, it is not out of
hubris. I assume that very little I originate is worth repeating, and I will be
content if the view counter on this page never signals anything other than my
immediate family. Great. After all, if you know me, you know I do not hunger
for an audience often. But like any writer, it is nice to be read.
So the first reason is: now the
opportunity exists. The others are that it was far easier than I imagined, and
it will be a nice repository of my thoughts from this specific period—sort of a
modern electronic journal with library privileges.
Perhaps when you check this journal
out I may be able to point you to what is worth dealing with—what I am
consuming or pondering at the time. I am a far better regurgitator than
originator. James Bar Zebedee, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Goodnight! Moon all
have far greater value that James Robert Goode’s musings.
As for the name, Christendom—that period
when all of Europe and parts beyond openly paid allegiance to the Creator in
word, if not in deed—has always fascinated me. She was a fair and beautiful
woman, even with her many warts. We stand on the shoulders of some of her
mighty sons—Augustine, Calvin, Chesterton, Lewis, and many others. But she fell
under attack and has all but slipped into her grave, laid there by other sons
who would not stand up and be counted when it mattered. I hope to recall some
of her legend here, and build on her with other survivors, the eponymous “Sons.”
May she rise again in Truth and be
a witness to the Dark Lands.
