Sunday’s Best: Science of the Self

It’s the first Sunday of 2026, and I’m already feeling a little behind. But that’s okay because there’s still time to get ye olde act together!

After a good, latter-day run, Calvin and Hobbes has reverted back to some early strips (at least we got back to Galaxoid and Nebular purchasing Earth for a set of leaves, though).  The opening wordplay for getting home at the end of the school day is great, as always.

Meanwhile, Jason in FoxTrot is keeping alive the great tradition of snow sculptures started by Linus and continued by Calvin.  No monsters, but still a fun visual gag.

But it’s Caulfield’s attempt at some science for the self  in today’s Frazz that stands out the most.  Visually interesting with a conversation that is interesting to follow.  His hope, of course, it probably one that most of us share at some point or another.

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The Strangest Thing

Like lots of other people across the country, I spent my New Year’s Day watching the series finale of Stranger Things at a local movie theater.  It was a great way to wrap things up: big screen, comfy seat, a $20 food voucher (which took the sting out of adding a hot dog to the mix).  Sure, there’s always the fear that people will treat the the theater like their living room, but that wasn’t the case much for my experience (except for a few times with the people to my left who came in late and who whispered through things a bit more than I liked).

I’ve only talked to a couple of people about the show’s ending.  I do find it important to tell remind people that I’m of the (seeming) minority of viewers who loved the series finale of LOST.  At the end of the day, it’s not about the mechanisms or the mysteries that moved things forward so much as it’s about relationships and resolution, which “The Rightside Up” had in spades.  (Perhaps the biggest surprise for me was that I was able to get through the experience without having anything spoiled beforehand- it’s nice to go into a movie experience where everyone is as surprised at things as you are).

A couple of reflections and a closing thought (without much spoiling, I hope):

  1.  The concept of alienation is a vital thread to the story.  Granted, that’s true for almost every horror-centric story (including stories like It: Welcome to Derry and almost every story Stephen King tells).  There is always someone one the “outside” in one way or another.  In the case of Stranger Things, the alienation comes from internal and external realities that mostly are dealt with by the reassurance that “it’s not your fault- you didn’t chose this- this is something that was done to you.”
  2. Which leads to the series’ insistence on the importance of acceptance. That’s the necessary internal element that frees different characters from being frozen in victim-mode.  But it’s also an external, communal reality.  Because even if it’s not some deeply personal issue, it’s still true for the entire town of Hawkins (even most of the town seems to have little idea about what has been happening in their town).  It’s in moving from alienation to acceptance that anything good is able to happen.
  3. What then, is on the other side of alienation and acceptance?  Well, there’s revenge on one hand and justice in the other.  Closure, if one gets it, is usually temporary.  Grief, of course. Resolutions to do or be better, to never let “something like this” happen again.  A major plot point of the show’s ending is exactly that question.  And it’s a question that has no easy answer.  Which makes you wonder about the broader framing of all of these stories (and the place of anything like faith or Anyone like God).  It’s an odd mix of a porous self/existence (we are being acted on by [evil] outside forces) while still remaining oddly buffered and existential (we must do our best and act as best we can because there is no one [or No One] else to help).  What lies on the other side of alienation and acceptance for the Christian (and for the world full of people in the Christian Story)?  What is there besides courageous, existential Stoicism? If we can answer that well, we’ll find ourselves with the beautiful, strangest thing (and the thing the world deeply needs).

Did I like the finale?  Yes.  The story has always been at its best when it was about families and friendships and that wonderfully weird patch of time knows as the 80s, which can be easily lost in the “bigness” of the story that’s been built over the last nine years.  The Duffer Brothers “stuck the landing” and left things open for interpretation in a way that almost (almost) matches the final scene of Inception.

(image from rottentomatoes.com)

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New Year’s Day 2026 (Hope to Carry On)

The new year started off with a slightly-later-than-usual pre-dawn walk up into the valley.  The breeze was nice and the road mostly quiet.  Morning prayer, some monastic podcast, talk, and then the first full song of the year.  You just never quite know what you’ll get when you hit “shuffle” for your downloaded music.  This morning I got “Hope to Carry On” by Rich Mullins.  Apropos for this day and the year that this day brings.  It’s an interesting song: a well-structured song that still feels “rough around the edges” to me because the lyrics are simple, almost praise-songy, and yet far from being as “slick” as one might expect (not that anything Mullins every did was slick).  Here’s Rich singing the song (along with “I Will Sing” at the start:

And here’s the remake by Caedmon’s Call, which was my introduction the song back in something like 1998:

Like I said: a good song for the start of the year.  A simple song that holds you close to the heart of the matter.

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A Song about the Strange Way

There’s a characteristically awkward-yet-humorous moment about 2:40 minutes into Nate Bargatze’s “nativity scene” sketch with Mary, Joseph, and the Wise Men that brings up an interesting point about the songs of the season: Jesus gets a fair amount, Mary a few, and Joseph . . . well, not so much.  Which leads me back to this song from many years ago that still holds up.  It’s a classic 4Him song that doesn’t really seem to make the Christmas radio rotations (though it looks like it’s been covered a few times by other, “bigger” names).  Here’s the song with Mark Harris on lead and Andy Chrisman on back-up vocals (all the way from 2006) to close out this Christmas Day:

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Sunday’s Best: Star Light, Star Bright?

There’s not much seasonal humor in this week’s Sunday funnies.  The classic Calvin and Hobbes is brilliant as always (with a great final panel).  Frazz is funny, even if it ends up being a fart joke.  But I think it’s this week’s FoxTrot by Bill Amend that does something interesting with science and the season.

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Waking Up the Dead . . . Again

A few days ago I posted some thoughts on my Thanksgiving Day viewing of Rian Johnson’s latest Knives Out mystery: Wake Up Dead Man.  As I mentioned then, I really appreciated what Johnson was able to do with the sincerity of one the movie’s lead characters, Josh O’Connor’s Father Jud.  The movie did leave me wondering some about Johnson’s religious background.  Now that I’m not worried about spoilers (for myself, at least), I’ve done a bit more reading about the movie.  So:

[beware of the links below- spoilers lurk on the other side]

The Ringer recently posted a great piece on the movie that also praised O’Connor’s handling of Father Jud.  And in that piece was included a link to a bit of an interview between Johnson and the folks at Empire Magazine that speaks to his own religious background.  I’d be curious to hear more of his story; I’m grateful that he can talk about his change of worldview without deriding those who still hold to it.

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Sunday’s Best: A Day Late but Not a Dollar Short

Yesterday was the beginning of Advent; it was also a solid day in the Sunday funnies.

The snow is already falling in Charles Schulz’s classic Peanuts.  For some reason, the final panel struck me as being particularly funny (which is rare since I rarely enjoy bird-centric jokes).  I also thought today’s strip was pretty funny (things you can’t teach an old dog, perhaps).

Yesterday’s Sunday-sized Frazz tackled an argument similar to the one about “celebrating Christmas all year long” but with Thanksgiving and birthdays at play.

And while there was no November snow in yesterday’s classic Calvin and Hobbes, there was still a potent chill in the air (a chill that still exists in our time).  The colors are beautifully stark.  The conversation is thoughtful and heavy.  The penultimate panel is wonderfully pensive.  And the final panel puts the perfect Calvin spin on things.

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In the Darkness, Waiting (Advent Week One)

Today is the first Sunday of Advent, which marks the beginning of a new year in the church calendar.  (Last Sunday was Christ the King Sunday, a recent addition to the church calendar that mostly only liturgical churches celebrate.)

As I understand it it, low church Christian that I am, Advent is about waiting on two levels: the first level as a remembrance of the time prior to the birth of Jesus and the second level as a way of looking forward to His return.  The hope, I think, is that one would prepare us for the other (though I fear that sometimes our nature won’t allow much for that).  The way we treat the themes of the season, though, make it easy to turn things into an extension of Christmas, mainly because we may not know how, well, to wait.

One of the main images of the season is light (made obvious by the candle-laden wreaths that many churches light each week).  One could argue the prevenient image is that of darkness, which the light dispels more and more each week.  These last few days leading up to Advent, I’ve been thinking about the darkness that comes from blindness.

One of the last Gospel readings prior to Advent was from Matthew 20:29-34:

29 As Jesus and his disciples were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed him. 30 Two blind men were sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was going by, they shouted, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!”

31 The crowd rebuked them and told them to be quiet, but they shouted all the louder, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!”

32 Jesus stopped and called them. “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked.

33 “Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.”

34 Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.

Meanwhile, the friars of the Poco a Poco podcast recently returned from a months-long sabbatical.  They started back up with a discussion of a Franciscan Lent, which is a kind of extended Advent season.  One of the best things about it is their return to the Beatitudes as a way of thinking about the core of the spiritual life.  Last week I landed on the episode on the sixth Beatitude (found in Matthew 5:8): Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.  The friars had a lot to say on the topic, but at the heart is the Advent hope of seeing, and we can only truly see because we have light.

We’re not big fans of sitting in the dark, and understandably so.  But then we don’t take much time to understand the darkness we were in.  Even, in some ways, are in still.  Maybe we can only understand things well when the darkness has been dispelled (which can be its own tricky disposition).  Maybe we can only fully understand hopelessness when we have hope (which is for most the first candled-theme of the season)?  The story of the two blind men moves quickly- no mention of spittle and mud and people “looking like trees” for these two men.  I imagine they still had to learn to live well with sight . . . in the light.  And I imagine sleeping in the dark took some getting used to, as well (and with it, the fear that maybe they had momentarily lost their sight again).

Just some thoughts for the beginning of the season.  It’s one of my favorites, mostly because it sinks its hooks well into the human condition and points us towards where real light, and real hope, exist.  I look forward to a new candle’s-worth of light each week.

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Quick Thoughts on Hamnet

Chloe Zhao’s Hamnet is the kind of movie where the whole thing really depends on the final act.  Most of the movie keeps its two leads apart, with Jessie Buckley’s Agnes Shakespeare at “home” and Paul Mescal’s Will Shakespeare living in London (where we see very little of his life there).  As such, the movie really is more about Agnes than the Bard.  But the dark, strange mood of the first two-thirds of the movie gives way to what you’ve been expecting the whole time.  And when it happens, it really is great (and in a way that I didn’t see coming).

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Waking Up the Dead

I’m curious to see what Christian writers will have to say about the new Knives Out movie, Wake Up Dead Man.  It’s the find of movie that will likely infuriate one end of the spectrum and bring out some misguided self-righteousness in the other (which might be how all the KO movies work, now that I think about it).

I will say this: the movie presents a beautiful picture of the Gospel of Jesus and the possibilities of Christian vocation.  Don’t get me wrong: the characters in the who-done-it are one and all messes, but something about Josh O’Connor’s Father Jud Duplenticy brings out the struggle for faith in the midst of the mess.  It’s so odd to see a character in a movie who really believes the Gospel, even as he struggles to do what’s right in a difficult situation.  He’s a great foil for Daniel Craig’s Benoit Blanc, who readily admits he has no room in his life for the Story that O’Connor’s character has embraced.  Foil, by the way, is probably the best word: they aren’t enemies, but they are at odds (at least at key moments), and I’d say it falls just short of being a “team up.”  It’s interesting that Father Jud serves as the (questionable?) narrator for the movie.

Beyond that, the movie is great.  The mystery is wonderfully twisty, the acting falls into place nicely (even with some big name performers).  The social commentary flares up a few times (and it interestingly complex in its own way) but isn’t as vital to the end as it is to the middle.  And there are two or three beautiful scenes that are well-lit, well-acted, and well-placed to maintain the core tension of the story.  Definitely a movie I’ll watch again, mostly because it’s a story that points to The Story and that keeps you from falling asleep in more ways than one.

The movie is in a few theaters here and there for a week or two but will officially drop on Netflix on December 12.

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