<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:29:11.423-06:00</updated><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 6'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 1'/><category term='If you don&apos;t Like the Music Turn Down the Lights'/><category term='Living by the Script'/><category term='The Doorbell Rang'/><category term='Diaper Delusion'/><category term='The Real Me'/><category term='Happy Snobbery'/><category term='Election Day'/><category term='David Eagleman'/><category term='Roger Scruton'/><category term='Chris Mooney'/><category term='Moody Bible Institute'/><category term='Personhood'/><category term='Dietrich Bonhoeffer'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 2'/><category term='Jeffrey Satinover'/><category term='Marxism'/><category term='Why We Don&apos;t Change Our Minds'/><category term='When a King is not a King (a Fiction)'/><category term='Conversion'/><category term='Jessica Stern'/><category term='Immanuel Kant'/><category term='Crossbow Cannibal: A Living Void'/><category term='Holy Week'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 7'/><category term='Slavoj Žižek'/><category term='Get a Life'/><category term='Jürgen Habermas'/><category term='Don DeLillo'/><category term='Love Matters'/><category term='Marla Bevin'/><category term='The Consistency of Dr House'/><category term='Acts 17'/><category term='Jaques Derrida'/><category term='What is the Meaning of Death?  Dignitas'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 3'/><category term='Neuroscience'/><category term='Ethics'/><category term='Gene Veith'/><category term='Brain in the Dock'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='Hegel'/><category term='Martin Amis'/><category term='Why We Should Not Introduce Population Control'/><category term='Student Virtue'/><category term='Deconstructivism'/><category term='Supersized Grace'/><category term='Christ - Myth Metaphor or Metaphysic'/><category term='Materialism'/><category term='Murder or Martyrdom'/><category term='Shame - An Indication of Our Need for Grace'/><category term='A.C Grayling'/><category term='Barbie - The Object of Desire'/><category term='Which Freedom? Whose Maturity?'/><category term='T.C Boyle'/><category term='Moral Equivalence'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 4'/><category term='Terror'/><category term='Three Passions I Have Lived For'/><category term='The Gagging of the Christian'/><category term='A Happy Hen is a Tasty Hen'/><category term='Speaking Biblically'/><category term='John Gray'/><category term='The New College of Humanities'/><category term='Speaking of Terror Part 5'/><category term='Knowledge'/><category term='Going Gaga'/><category term='Steak on the Plate'/><category term='Ann McPherson'/><category term='Gnosticism'/><category term='Countdown to Extinction'/><category term='Why a Person is a Person'/><category term='Sacred Texts and Public Policy - Bedfellows or Archenemies?'/><category term='Artistic Collapse'/><category term='The Perfect Storm and the Peril of the West'/><category term='Temple Merits'/><category term='Killer'/><category term='Jack Kevorkian and a little old lady called Sharlotte'/><category term='Making an Idol Out of Unity'/><category term='Karl Marx'/><category term='Ozymandias'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Bad Thesis - The Universal Singularity of Alain Badiou'/><category term='The Tyranny of Suspicion'/><category term='Turning on the Hinge'/><category term='Enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Holloway Quarterly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4900095222771609950</id><published>2011-10-29T07:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T07:33:00.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning on the Hinge'/><title type='text'>Turning on the Hinge</title><summary type='text'>Have you noticed how films now turn on one hinge? They either portray protagonists as ironic pastiches of former protagonists or they make the protagonist full of human flaws. A hero is now to be revealed in all his messy humanness or he is not to be taken seriously. Bond must show his emotional dark side, his history; Superman and all his superhero friends must make their strength a result of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4900095222771609950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4900095222771609950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4900095222771609950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4900095222771609950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/10/turning-on-hinge.html' title='Turning on the Hinge'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6071584756453031346</id><published>2011-10-19T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T07:34:36.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and the Gospel by Sarah Holloway</title><summary type='text'>

We are all familiar with might be
considered the scare tactics of a sermon about hell. There might be a
good number of Christians who have embraced the good news out of fear
of eternal damnation. And yes, there is no lack of good reasons to be
afraid of hell. It is probably the most “distasteful” aspect of
the Christian message; even more than the worries of earthly
suffering, the thought of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6071584756453031346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6071584756453031346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6071584756453031346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6071584756453031346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/10/fear-and-gospel-by-sarah-holloway.html' title='Fear and the Gospel by Sarah Holloway'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-7319536032403091303</id><published>2011-09-15T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:32:27.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A great answer to an age old question given by D A Carson.

How do I know God exists? from A Passion for Life on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/7319536032403091303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=7319536032403091303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7319536032403091303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7319536032403091303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/09/great-answer-to-age-old-question-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8318281237339076419</id><published>2011-09-04T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:55:35.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 7'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part VII</title><summary type='text'>Answers to the questions raised in response to 9/11 are not easy. Many are yet to be answered and more yet to be asked. But for the past six posts (I, II, III, IV, V, VI) I have argued that Christianity is uniquely equipped with the presuppositions—linguistically, metaphysically, epistemologically and ethically—which make the questions meaningful in the first place.


The Christian is uniquely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8318281237339076419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8318281237339076419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8318281237339076419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8318281237339076419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/09/speaking-of-terror-part-vii.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part VII'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6413285811563930539</id><published>2011-08-28T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T07:52:15.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Marx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Amis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hegel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jürgen Habermas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part VI</title><summary type='text'>Christian ideas imply a view of the origin of creation entirely under the sovereign rule of God. In discussions of morality, the Christian must point backwards, to creation and to the fall. There are many, however, who see the past as irrelevant. They see progress aligned with improved morals and religion, always tied to the past, with getting in the way.
 

Martin Amis, for example, argues that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6413285811563930539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6413285811563930539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6413285811563930539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6413285811563930539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/08/speaking-of-terror-part-vi.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part VI'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2690330799426596937</id><published>2011-08-21T07:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:51:35.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Stern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Marx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral Equivalence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gene Veith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Amis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dietrich Bonhoeffer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jürgen Habermas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethics'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part V</title><summary type='text'>Much of what was written after 9/11 and in the build up to war in Afghanistan and Iraq was about morality. A common theme posed by the secularist was the problem of moral equivalence. Moral Equivalence is a phrase used in political debate to describe those who deny any moral hierarchy in a conflict,1 it is the “100 percent and 360 degree inability to pass judgment on any ethnicity other than our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2690330799426596937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2690330799426596937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2690330799426596937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2690330799426596937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/08/speaking-of-terror-part-v.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part V'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4889395234848617859</id><published>2011-08-15T06:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:51:56.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slavoj Žižek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey Satinover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marxism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gnosticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part IV</title><summary type='text'>How can we know what is real? In the wake of 9/11 many philosophers offered interpretations of the event from their own perspective of reality. Marxist philosopher, Slavoj Žižek, claimed that 9/11 was an event which woke America up. America, he wrote, has been awakened, like Neo in The Matrix to, using the phrase Morpheus used, “the desert of the real.” Americans, Žižek argued, were, before 9/11,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4889395234848617859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4889395234848617859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4889395234848617859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4889395234848617859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/08/speaking-of-terror-part-iv.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part IV'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4632281627987331618</id><published>2011-08-08T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:11:23.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don DeLillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part III</title><summary type='text'>If language is given to refer to what is real, to what reality do we refer? Let us consider an idea put forward by American, Don DeLillo, in his novel, Falling Man. He provides multiple perspectives on 9/11, all of which attempt to make sense of the event. They ask: what kind of reality is it into which 9/11 is a part? Listen to DeLillo’s imaginary conversation between two of the terrorists who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4632281627987331618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4632281627987331618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4632281627987331618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4632281627987331618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/08/speaking-of-terror-part-iii.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part III'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-801435194820582127</id><published>2011-07-31T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:52:20.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marla Bevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deconstructivism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaques Derrida'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part II</title><summary type='text'>Let us begin speaking about 9/11 with speaking about speaking itself – what can we say about 9/11? Is man to be left speechless in the face of such an event? Postmodern philosopher, Jacques Derrida, argues that 9/11 cannot be adequately spoken of, that it is beyond conceptual reach.

Derrida argues that the events of 9/11 offer opportunities for deconstructive discourse. Deconstructivism sets out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/801435194820582127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=801435194820582127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/801435194820582127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/801435194820582127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/07/speaking-of-terror-part-ii.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part II'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8963586732473120011</id><published>2011-07-27T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:35:09.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking of Terror Part 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Terror - Part I</title><summary type='text'>It was not a street anymore but a world, a time and space of falling ash and near night... The roar was still in the air, the buckling rumble of the fall. This was the world now. Smoke and ash came rolling down streets and turning corners, bursting around corners, seismic tides of smoke, with office paper flashing past, standard sheets with cutting edge, skimming, whipping past, otherworldly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8963586732473120011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8963586732473120011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8963586732473120011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8963586732473120011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/07/speaking-of-terror-part-i.html' title='Speaking of Terror - Part I'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2456838878144683576</id><published>2011-07-16T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:10:08.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Scruton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why a Person is a Person'/><title type='text'>Why a Person is a Person</title><summary type='text'>Roger Scruton once wrote: “The most important task for philosophy in the modern world is to resurrect the human person, to rescue it from trivializing science, and to replace the sarcasm which knows that we are merely animals, with the irony which sees that we are not.”1
If, as most western educated children are baptized into believing, the human species arose through natural evolutionary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2456838878144683576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2456838878144683576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2456838878144683576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2456838878144683576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-person-is-person.html' title='Why a Person is a Person'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-7991049504865153499</id><published>2011-07-13T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:13:45.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody Bible Institute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Student Virtue</title><summary type='text'>Many see study as preparation for their life's work. I saw my life's work as a preparation for study. At 34 I began my bachelors degree.

So, allow me, at least for a minute or two, to reminisce over the past four years before I return to writing about the real world. No, wait; that's not right. I never left the real world. That is another wrongheaded idea – that school is somehow not part of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/7991049504865153499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=7991049504865153499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7991049504865153499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7991049504865153499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/07/student-virtue.html' title='Student Virtue'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8382914658155491170</id><published>2011-07-01T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:00:56.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why We Don&apos;t Change Our Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acts 17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.C Boyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Mooney'/><title type='text'>Why We Don't Change Our Minds</title><summary type='text'>In his short story, “Bulletproof,” T.C Boyle illustrates the impasse between those who see things as the creation and those who see the same things as a result of chance and matter. The point of the story is that two different people might see exactly the same thing, but interpret it in very different ways. The culmination of the story is the meeting of the two main characters—one atheist, one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8382914658155491170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8382914658155491170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8382914658155491170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8382914658155491170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-we-dont-change-our-minds.html' title='Why We Don&apos;t Change Our Minds'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-9000053598205340260</id><published>2011-06-25T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:18:17.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuroscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Eagleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain in the Dock'/><title type='text'>Brain in the Dock</title><summary type='text'>Much public debate, especially in the area of ethics, is being fueled by new work in neuroscience. Scientists are now able to analyze the “lighting storm” which occurs in our brains whenever we move an arm, react to an event or feel the urge to eat. One part of this research suggests that many decisions are taken due to unconscious reasons. A criminal might, for example, be responding to an urge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/9000053598205340260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=9000053598205340260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/9000053598205340260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/9000053598205340260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-in-dock.html' title='Brain in the Dock'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2567930511867788311</id><published>2011-06-11T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:53:35.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Which Freedom? Whose Maturity?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immanuel Kant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.C Grayling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New College of Humanities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Which Freedom? Whose Maturity?</title><summary type='text'>A.C Grayling, founder of The New College of the Humanities, says the enlightenment is the conviction that "the unfettered exercise of reason can save humanity by ending the ignorance and superstition that impedes progress and keeps tyrants in power" (The Mystery of Things A.C Grayling p. 91). Immanuel Kant's short essay, "What is the Enlightenment?" gives a good synopsis of the impulse that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2567930511867788311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2567930511867788311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2567930511867788311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2567930511867788311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/06/which-freedom-whose-maturity.html' title='Which Freedom? Whose Maturity?'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-724226198639162944</id><published>2011-06-04T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:06:51.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann McPherson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is the Meaning of Death?  Dignitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Kevorkian and a little old lady called Sharlotte'/><title type='text'>What is the Meaning of Death?</title><summary type='text'>Sharlotte Hydorn, 91, California resident and purveyor of do-it-yourself suicide kits is in trouble with the Law. Apparently she has been selling plastic bags that plug into helium canisters, the kind used at children's parties for blowing up balloons. Place bag over head, switch gas on and off you go. According to one reporter at the L.A Times she has a "neighborly demeanor that is disarming" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/724226198639162944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=724226198639162944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/724226198639162944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/724226198639162944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-meaning-of-death.html' title='What is the Meaning of Death?'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ws34Vg0crYQ/TeU7leUfx3I/AAAAAAAAACU/ldNlJOU-S0U/s72-c/61922949-26214919-187105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6989284947377170753</id><published>2011-05-30T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:26:00.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Thesis - The Universal Singularity of Alain Badiou'/><title type='text'>Bad Thesis - The Universal Singularity of Alain Badiou</title><summary type='text'>Alain Badiou is a French philosopher. He is also a lefty. He proposes that we reject objective truth, but that we retain truth as being subjective but universally binding. He suggests that to do this we must reject differentiation in the subject. In its place we should see ourselves as one political subject led by the revolutionaries who have “seen the truth” in the event. Along with other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6989284947377170753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6989284947377170753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6989284947377170753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6989284947377170753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-thesis-universal-singularity-of.html' title='Bad Thesis - The Universal Singularity of Alain Badiou'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6930271263765813804</id><published>2011-01-06T06:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:25:16.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Gaga'/><title type='text'>Going Gaga</title><summary type='text'>Celebrity is the condition of being famous - people talk about you. Martin Amis predicted our contemporary obsession with it when he said "It's not the case that in the future everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes. In the future everyone will be famous all the time - but only in their own minds. It is lookalike fame, karaoke fame."


We have been obsessed with celebrity for as long as I can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6930271263765813804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6930271263765813804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6930271263765813804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6930271263765813804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-gaga.html' title='Going Gaga'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-7014253549146094085</id><published>2010-12-31T08:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T06:40:06.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown to Extinction'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Extinction</title><summary type='text'>On the wall of my school dormitory was a picture of a golden retriever in mid air about to land in a lake. The caption read: “I don't know where I'm going, but I'm going.” To live in the west during the late twentieth century was to live like the dog. We were not concerned with the destination as much as we were with the motion; steering the ship was secondary to getting it out of the harbor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/7014253549146094085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=7014253549146094085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7014253549146094085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7014253549146094085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2010/12/countdown-to-extinction.html' title='Countdown to Extinction'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3383802803691348797</id><published>2010-12-23T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:00:39.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossbow Cannibal: A Living Void'/><title type='text'>Crossbow Cannibal: A Living Void</title><summary type='text'>When he was asked why he killed three women, Steven Griffiths, the 'crossbow cannibal,' said, "I don't know. Sometimes you kill someone to kill yourself, or part of yourself... I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm misanthropic. I don't have time for the human race."1

Steven Griffiths was told by the judge that he would never be released. But Griffiths knew the judge would say that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3383802803691348797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3383802803691348797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3383802803691348797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3383802803691348797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2010/12/crossbow-cannibal-living-void.html' title='Crossbow Cannibal: A Living Void'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-5187190790966811021</id><published>2010-12-16T14:56:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:44:11.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Collapse'/><title type='text'>Artistic Collapse</title><summary type='text'>David Wojnarowicz's, "A Fire in my Belly," was recently pulled from an exhibition at the Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery not because it was poor art, but because it was found to be offensive. Blake Gopnik (Washington Post) thinks art should make us think. And to do that it may have to cause a "little offense."Eric Felten (WSJ) points out that art which is designed to shock, like the piece </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/5187190790966811021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=5187190790966811021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5187190790966811021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5187190790966811021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2010/12/artistic-collapse.html' title='Artistic Collapse'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3717224178532648969</id><published>2009-08-16T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:45:10.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living by the Script'/><title type='text'>Living by the Script</title><summary type='text'>
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People often wonder why Christians have an obsession with the bible. They can see why being a church together is important—for fellowship etc—and they can see why we might conduct certain rituals as part of worship or perhaps to appease our deity. So why the obsession with words written in a book?We will return to the book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3717224178532648969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3717224178532648969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3717224178532648969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3717224178532648969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-by-script.html' title='Living by the Script'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4020083569925376854</id><published>2009-08-11T08:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:49:12.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Snobbery'/><title type='text'>Happy Snobbery</title><summary type='text'>We have bred our new elite. Happy people. As our culture has embraced happiness as its highest ideal, our new elite are those who have become superlatively happy. They can maintain months, if not years of uninterrupted happiness. The rest of us look up to them as perfect examples of humanity. They appear on Oprah and have ministries passing out advice on how to get God to make you happy. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4020083569925376854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4020083569925376854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4020083569925376854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4020083569925376854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-snobbery.html' title='Happy Snobbery'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-5600570374514414816</id><published>2009-08-07T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:50:22.594-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tyranny of Suspicion'/><title type='text'>The Tyranny of Suspicion</title><summary type='text'>There is a mood of suspicion in the west at this time. It is demonstrated by our mistrust of politicians with their hidden motives and big-business backers. It is also reflected in the way in which we reject opinions due to the cultural context from which they appear, rather than the content of the idea being proposed.


In part, our reason for suspicion is due to an obsession with the social </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/5600570374514414816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=5600570374514414816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5600570374514414816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5600570374514414816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/08/tyranny-of-suspicion.html' title='The Tyranny of Suspicion'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2192430556248271876</id><published>2009-07-27T17:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:51:20.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred Texts and Public Policy - Bedfellows or Archenemies?'/><title type='text'>Sacred Texts and Public Policy - Bedfellows or Archenemies?</title><summary type='text'>Separation of Church and State does not mean that those who hold to positions on stem cell research, abortion, foreign policy and alike should find non-religious reasons for those positions. So argues Oliver Thomas, who wrote an article in USA Today entitled, “Would God back universal health care?”  He wrote, “Mixing church and state might be inexcusable, but the influence of religion on our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2192430556248271876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2192430556248271876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2192430556248271876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2192430556248271876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/07/sacred-texts-and-public-policy.html' title='Sacred Texts and Public Policy - Bedfellows or Archenemies?'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4367843880110019646</id><published>2009-07-14T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:52:12.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Happy Hen is a Tasty Hen'/><title type='text'>A Happy Hen is a Tasty Hen</title><summary type='text'>I was brought up by a muesli-mother. She grew, milked and bred most of what was placed before us at meal times and what she couldn't produce herself, she ordered from a whole food delivery company from where she obtained her muesli by the sack load.

My childhood memories are filled with food production. I remember the sight of jam being made in the kitchen. Mum poured stewed fruit into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4367843880110019646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4367843880110019646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4367843880110019646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4367843880110019646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-hen-is-tasty-hen.html' title='A Happy Hen is a Tasty Hen'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-1937227946056988428</id><published>2009-07-07T17:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:53:05.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ - Myth Metaphor or Metaphysic'/><title type='text'>Christ - Myth, Metaphor or Metaphysic</title><summary type='text'>The Christian story—that found in the bible—is neither a myth nor a metaphor, but a reality. 

Myths are narratives which cultures adopt in order to make sense of the world. They are not judged by their truth or reliability, but by their impact upon the cultures in which they dwell. The Archbishop of Canterbury recently described the Christian story as a myth. Commenting on Philip Pullman, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/1937227946056988428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=1937227946056988428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/1937227946056988428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/1937227946056988428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/07/christ-myth-metaphor-or-metaphysic.html' title='Christ - Myth, Metaphor or Metaphysic'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3073362249820676988</id><published>2009-06-26T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:09:43.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When a King is not a King (a Fiction)'/><title type='text'>When a King is not a King (a Fiction)</title><summary type='text'>“I'm scared,” Mike confessed as Pete opened the door for him. Both men walked into the simple office.“You should be a little scared,” Mike offered.Pete was brief and to the point. “It says here that people knew you as the king.”“Yes, I am the king,” replied Mike.Pete looked at him for a moment as if he was trying to decide something. “Okay, I'm going to do something I don't usually do.” Pete got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3073362249820676988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3073362249820676988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3073362249820676988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3073362249820676988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-king-is-not-king-fiction.html' title='When a King is not a King (a Fiction)'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-258480356206044173</id><published>2009-06-11T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:28:04.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Doorbell Rang'/><title type='text'>The Doorbell Rang</title><summary type='text'>The doorbell rang. I got up to answer and found two young girls sitting in the hot, mid-day sun on the wall outside the church where my office was located. The one sitting nearest to me  asked if there was a priest inside the Church. I explained that no priests were here today and asked if I could help. She asked for a bible. I told her that we had quite a few in my office. “I want the real one!”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/258480356206044173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=258480356206044173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/258480356206044173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/258480356206044173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/06/doorbell-rang.html' title='The Doorbell Rang'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6718046628205197466</id><published>2009-06-06T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:15:52.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diaper Delusion'/><title type='text'>Diaper Delusion</title><summary type='text'>!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;      The moment I experienced fatherhood, I was quite sure that there is nothing which could measure preparedness for caring for people so small, infuriating, lovable and demanding. What qualifies a person for being a parent? Perhaps nothing, perhaps far too much for a mere mortal. It is hard to say. However, many in our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6718046628205197466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6718046628205197466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6718046628205197466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6718046628205197466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/06/diaper-delusion.html' title='Diaper Delusion'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4113790948673252183</id><published>2009-05-30T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:06:40.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder or Martyrdom'/><title type='text'>Murder or Martyrdom</title><summary type='text'>!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;    Martyrdom, at least the modern strap-on-bombs-and-blow-yourself-up-in-public-place version of it is not martyrdom at all. It is murder.    Martyrdom is not the expression of angry young men with an obsession with vengeance and virgins, it is the culmination of persistent persecution. Perpetua, a valiant young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4113790948673252183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4113790948673252183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4113790948673252183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4113790948673252183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/05/murder-or-martyrdom.html' title='Murder or Martyrdom'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6573313853223669648</id><published>2009-04-29T09:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:21:58.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozymandias'/><title type='text'>Ozymandias</title><summary type='text'>Headlines ring with fear today as a global flu pandemic threatens to wipe out substantial portions of human populace. Suddenly we feel a little frail. Whether or not our fears are realized, disease, unlike falling stock markets, forces us to face our fragility.   Ozymandias, written by Percy Bysshe Shelley in 1818, portrays the temporal nature of man and his achievements:  I met a traveler from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6573313853223669648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6573313853223669648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6573313853223669648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6573313853223669648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ozymandias.html' title='Ozymandias'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8789005925536333898</id><published>2009-04-19T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:35:39.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Matters'/><title type='text'>Love Matters</title><summary type='text'>!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;    Columnist, literary critic and long time atheist, Christopher Hitchens, was asked a very good question recently. During a live discussion on Moody Radio, Associate professor of Theology at Moody Bible Institute, Bryan O'Neal, asked Hitchens whether or not he loved his wife.After a short pause, which may have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8789005925536333898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8789005925536333898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8789005925536333898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8789005925536333898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-matters.html' title='Love Matters'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3802236498611405955</id><published>2009-04-10T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:35:49.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Week'/><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><summary type='text'>I met a homeless girl once. She was fifteen and had been beaten by her father and thrown out of her house. It turned out that she had witnessed her brother hanging himself and her family was falling apart. She asked me to help her find somewhere to stay. It was Sunday night so I took her to church while we called the social services to find out what to do.  She refused to go into the sanctuary so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3802236498611405955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3802236498611405955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3802236498611405955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3802236498611405955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-7685550652385201426</id><published>2009-04-06T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:27:07.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supersized Grace'/><title type='text'>Supersized Grace</title><summary type='text'>According to the Chicago Tribune, you will shortly be able to purchase an ice cream sundae for just shy of a hundred bucks. It will be double the size of the present offering at Margie's Candies which is made with 25 scoops of ice cream topped with bananas, nuts, whipped cream and chocolate. Their new serving of this lavish dessert is sure to flummox any daring sweet-tooth and leave even the most</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/7685550652385201426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=7685550652385201426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7685550652385201426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7685550652385201426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/04/lavish-grace.html' title='Supersized Grace'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4822680376641847512</id><published>2009-04-02T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:50:16.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie - The Object of Desire'/><title type='text'>Barbie - The Object of Desire</title><summary type='text'>A mother, who had always prevented her daughter from owning a Barbie Doll on the grounds that it was demeaning to women was recently persuaded to capitulate to her daughter's demands. “A friend pointed out that if I denied her what she wanted, then what was I saying about her desire?” the mother recounted.I have no qualifications to comment on the morality of owning a Barbie. My experience of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4822680376641847512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4822680376641847512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4822680376641847512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4822680376641847512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/04/barbie-object-of-desire.html' title='Barbie - The Object of Desire'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-5220076860004978352</id><published>2009-03-28T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:35:49.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Killer'/><title type='text'>Killer</title><summary type='text'>Jessie Rankins was released from prison earlier this month. Although he was in prison for stealing a dog, that was not the reason his story made the front page of the Chicago Tribune last week. In 1994, Rankins and his friend, Tykeece Johnson, dropped five-year-old Eric Morse from a 14th floor window. Rankins was sent to prison and released in 2004. In 2006 went back for stealing the dog.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/5220076860004978352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=5220076860004978352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5220076860004978352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/5220076860004978352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/03/killer.html' title='Killer'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4657265343391266600</id><published>2009-03-09T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:21:23.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Real Me'/><title type='text'>The Real Me</title><summary type='text'>Recently beleaguered Illinois Senator Roland Burris defended himself from accusations of impropriety by stating, "Stop the rush to judgment. You know the real Roland. I have done nothing wrong and I have absolutely nothing to hide." Whether or not Senator Burris has anything to hide—something to be decided by officials and not bloggers—his defense reveals a common view of our human nature – that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4657265343391266600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4657265343391266600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4657265343391266600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4657265343391266600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-me.html' title='The Real Me'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8098839308556347814</id><published>2009-03-02T15:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:46:36.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gagging of the Christian'/><title type='text'>The Gagging of the Christian</title><summary type='text'>On account of a penchant for ice cream and a distinct hatred of the toothbrush, I was forced to visit the dentist. It was with fear and trembling I opened my mouth and placed my gnashers in the control of an armed stranger. Sure enough, cavities abounded and various contraptions of torture were produced and laid out on a table ready to be put to use.Whilst I lay there, a conversation between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8098839308556347814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8098839308556347814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8098839308556347814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8098839308556347814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/03/gagging-of-christian.html' title='The Gagging of the Christian'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-1822199103146722528</id><published>2009-02-27T10:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:47:38.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak on the Plate'/><title type='text'>Steak on the Plate</title><summary type='text'>According to John Cottingham, the Emeritus Professor of Philosophy at the University of Reading, meaning in life comes down to two considerations. What is good and what happens when things don't go according to plan. The search for something good takes on a multitude of expressions. For most, it is framed in moral terms—perhaps virtue, avoidance of bad behavior or living for something of higher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/1822199103146722528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=1822199103146722528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/1822199103146722528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/1822199103146722528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/steak-on-plate-while-you-wait.html' title='Steak on the Plate'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3576240927924540561</id><published>2009-02-24T07:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:49:12.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you don&apos;t Like the Music Turn Down the Lights'/><title type='text'>If you don't Like the Music, Turn Down the Lights</title><summary type='text'>There is a reason that there is no saxophone solo in Deep Purple's song Child in Time.  My guitar teacher at The Musician's Institute told me why. The men from Purple invited then up-and-coming sax player David Sanborn to play on the track. Sanborn obliged and turned up ready for work at the studio. The band sat in the control room and Sanborn stood with his sax the other side of the glass in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3576240927924540561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3576240927924540561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3576240927924540561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3576240927924540561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-dont-like-music-turn-down-lights.html' title='If you don&apos;t Like the Music, Turn Down the Lights'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2189717972716474050</id><published>2009-02-23T10:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:50:02.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame - An Indication of Our Need for Grace'/><title type='text'>Shame – an Indication of our need for Grace</title><summary type='text'>Adam Serwer and Megan McArdle disagree over the benefits of shame in society. Serwer believes that shame is detrimental and McArdle argues that it has the positive effect of producing social cohesion.Adam Serwer, who blogs for The American Prospect writes that the benefits of shame in society have been overestimated by conservatives. “Shame,” writes Serwer, “provokes response in the form of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2189717972716474050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2189717972716474050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2189717972716474050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2189717972716474050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/shame-indication-of-our-need-for-grace.html' title='Shame – an Indication of our need for Grace'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-7682846123340178717</id><published>2009-02-19T11:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:50:48.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making an Idol Out of Unity'/><title type='text'>Making an Idol out of Unity</title><summary type='text'>Writing in 1938, Dietrich Bonhoeffer warned about pursuing a purely human ideal of unity. According to Bonhoeffer, visions of unity which have no reference to God are like “rapturous experiences and lofty moods that come over us like a dream,” and are a “hindrance... and must be banished.” He goes on to say that the distinguishing feature of a human vision of unity is idolatry:“Human love makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/7682846123340178717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=7682846123340178717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7682846123340178717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/7682846123340178717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-idol-out-of-unity.html' title='Making an Idol out of Unity'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2354886677338313450</id><published>2009-02-18T09:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:51:37.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Consistency of Dr House'/><title type='text'>The Consistency of Dr House</title><summary type='text'>At first viewing the TV show, House seems to be a formulaic doctor show about solving difficult medical problems. It is, on the surface, a combination of ER and CSI or Columbo and General Hospital, but in the characters lurks a far more compelling theme, which I think is what brings viewers coming back for more. More than a scientific mystery show, House depicts a war of worldviews. It portrays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2354886677338313450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2354886677338313450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2354886677338313450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2354886677338313450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/consistency-of-dr-house.html' title='The Consistency of Dr House'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-3597161982161114863</id><published>2009-02-16T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:52:31.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Perfect Storm and the Peril of the West'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Storm and the Peril of the West</title><summary type='text'>Former Chief Council to President Nixon, Charles Colson spoke to a Christian gathering in Chicago recently. In his speech he outlined the “perfect storm” which places the West “very much in peril.” Colson, one of Nixon's cabinet jailed for his involvement in Watergate who later converted to Christianity, listed four conditions for western civilization's precarious predicament:Economic collapse (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/3597161982161114863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=3597161982161114863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3597161982161114863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/3597161982161114863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-storm-and-peril-of-west.html' title='The Perfect Storm and the Peril of the West'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-6157580920357010701</id><published>2009-02-15T19:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:54:53.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why We Should Not Introduce Population Control'/><title type='text'>Why We Should Not Introduce Population Control Policies - An Open Letter to Jonathan Porritt</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;Dear Mr Porritt, I heard you on the BBC the other day, and you had some interesting things to say about population control. I understand that you are the chair of the UK government's Sustainable Development Commission and so your ideas are not without consequence.    Your argument was thus: people use the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/6157580920357010701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=6157580920357010701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6157580920357010701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/6157580920357010701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-we-should-not-introduce-population.html' title='Why We Should Not Introduce Population Control Policies - An Open Letter to Jonathan Porritt'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4467745705130511827</id><published>2009-02-12T19:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:04:34.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get a Life'/><title type='text'>Get a Life!</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;    Life. What is it? And how do I know when I am living it? Am I alive or is that only what I describe myself as being? How do I measure life? Is it to be measured by accomplishments, pleasure or by mechanics?When someone says “get a life!” they imply that certain kinds of lives are not really lived; they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4467745705130511827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4467745705130511827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4467745705130511827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4467745705130511827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-life.html' title='Get a Life!'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-2168485733437123042</id><published>2009-02-11T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:07:11.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temple Merits'/><title type='text'>Temple Merits</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;    On what terms can a religious activity be defended in a community if there is opposition from residents in close proximity to the religious center? One answer presented by the Abbot of a Thai Buddhist temple in Berkley California, is that it earns spiritual merit. The Wall Street Journal reports that the Wat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/2168485733437123042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=2168485733437123042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2168485733437123042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/2168485733437123042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2009/02/temple-merits.html' title='Temple Merits'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-8864968012543243263</id><published>2008-11-04T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:06:32.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>Election Day 2009</title><summary type='text'>I am several blocks away from where Barack Obama will take the stage in downtown Chicago for an election rally. I am too estranged from polls and political forecasts to give my opinion as to whom the winner might be on this historic day, but I can tell you my impressions of the country’s mood at this time.The last months have seen a rapid fire series of crises. It seems an age has passed since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/8864968012543243263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=8864968012543243263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8864968012543243263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/8864968012543243263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-sitting-in-library-several-blocks.html' title='Election Day 2009'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-4047031025992657424</id><published>2007-09-12T05:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:06:07.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Passions I Have Lived For'/><title type='text'>Three Passions I have Lived for</title><summary type='text'>I was ten years old when I became a Christian. At school, I talked openly about Jesus to my friends, and told them how they could become Christians. I even stood on a desk and preached to a whole class until the teacher arrived.I had discovered the first and foremost passion in my life – to declare the good news about Jesus to anyone who will listen. At school, some listened, some ignored me, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/4047031025992657424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=4047031025992657424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4047031025992657424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/4047031025992657424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-passions-i-have-lived-for.html' title='Three Passions I have Lived for'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036709720164577229.post-719725706208004208</id><published>2007-07-27T03:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:05:27.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Biblically'/><title type='text'>Speaking Biblically</title><summary type='text'>It is not often that a twelve year old takes an interest in the bible, so when one sat in our office and began to leaf through the Old Testament I was pleasantly surprised. Even more surprising was that he was quizzing the youth workers on its contents. I have to admit that this particular version of the Holy Writ was in fact an illustrated, comic-style bible. This did not diminish the fact that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/feeds/719725706208004208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036709720164577229&amp;postID=719725706208004208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/719725706208004208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036709720164577229/posts/default/719725706208004208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollowayquarterly.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-of-speaking-biblically-with.html' title='Speaking Biblically'/><author><name>Writer: Ben Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15978572720530877407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
