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Cake day: February 10th, 2026

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  • Instead of “right” or “wrong”, let’s start with a discussion of “healthy theology” and “unhealthy theology”.

    I would describe “healthy theology” as theology that promotes humble reverence and communal accountability. “Unhealthy theology”, on the other hand, promotes selfishness and pride.

    For example, if a strict materialist atheist made the claim “the material observable universe is all that there is” I would argue that’s a theological statement. That is an impossible statement to test scientifically, so it’s not science. It’s theology. By itself it’s neither healthy or unhealthy.

    What makes it healthy or unhealthy is what you do with that. For example, if the atheist continued that statement and said, “…And therefore pain that I cause other people is meaningless because they are just as much pointless side effects of a meaningless uncaring universe as an amoeba”, I would say that’s unhealthy theology. Again, it’s not a scientific statement, you can’t demonstrate scientifically that “we live in an uncaring universe”. It’s theology, and it’s unhealthy theology.

    But, if that atheist instead continued that statement with, “…And that’s why we must take care to preserve and respect the accident of life that we are privileged to enjoy”, then I would say that’s healthy theology because it promote humility and communal accountability.





  • Shortly after the fall of the Soviet Union in the 90s, I got an invite as part of the Boy Scouts to go to an international Scouting event in St. Petersburg.I got the special invite through my Uncle who is very involved in the Dallas area GOP and the Boy Scouts.

    My parents went with me and during a hike we were taking on one of the mornings it started sprinkling. I was buddied up with a Russian child my age, I don’t remember his name but his father’s name was Rudolph, which I thought was funny.

    Anyhow, Rudolph noted how he hated walking in the rain, and my dad commented about how this rain was nothing compared to the storms we have in Texas. Anyhow, the whole trip was kind of high emotion, and my father and Rudolph started arguing about what constitutes rain.

    Eventually my mother got really embarrassed and shouted “Honey! I believe Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!”