USA. There is a white sauce here that the people pour upon everything, with the devotion of a sacred rite. I have become a believer.
I noticed it slowly. A bowl of it beside the vegetables. A cup of it beside the bread. Beside the meat. Beside the other sauce. Children dipped fruit in it. A grown man beside me poured it onto a slice of pizza that already had a sauce of its own, closed his eyes, and sighed like a man coming home.
I asked its name. They told me with a small reverence: ranch.
For it is written that every great people anoints its food with one sacred thing — a drop of gold pressed from olives, a paste of beans aged in cedar. This nation has chosen a cool white elixir, and it anoints not one dish but all dishes, holding nothing back. For to leave a single food unblessed would be the deeper impiety.
So I anointed. Everything. The vegetable, yes. But also the rice. The egg. The morning fish. I would not be the one barbarian who left his plate unblessed while a whole nation dipped in joy around me.
And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not:
"I will pour this holy elixir upon every food beneath the heavens — the noble and the humble, the savory and the sweet — until I find the one dish it cannot improve. And on that day I will know I have reached the very edge of the world, for everything within it has been made better by ranch."
The teenager refilling the dip station watched me anoint a bowl of rice.
"...that's a lot of ranch, my guy."
"It is the correct amount," I told him, "for a god."
I have not yet found the dish it cannot improve. I have stopped looking. So I brought a great vat of it to the next gathering and set it at the center of the table, and the whole room descended upon it with cries of joy, and a woman I had never met looked at me and said, "okay — YOU get it."
I have never felt more accepted.
So tell me, America.
You call it ranch. A condiment. A thing on the side.
I call it the one sauce a whole nation agreed to love together —
and I dip, with all of you,
gladly.
@_SextonRay@shebringsjoy I seriously do not understand the logic of having it in a place where it will be 115 degrees with all that black clerical attire…
It's insane that we're constantly having this conversation about whether kids should be allowed in restaurants etc, meanwhile people bring their dogs everywhere. We now live in a society where dogs are more welcome in public than human children. It's psychotic.
@becomelutheran Yes, this is the absolute best version of what a Pureflix type film could be. Malick isn’t an orthodox believer but is one of the greatest living artists whose work is utterly infused with Christianity
@fadule_ 3: Dunkirk, Oppenheimer, Insomnia, Interstellar
2: Batman Begins, Dark Knight Rises, The Prestige, Following
1: The Dark Knight, Inception, Memento
Haven’t seen Tenet
This is Career suicide for Jaxson Dart.
If only he beat his girlfriend or drove his car 100+ miles an hour killing people or held guns on IG live or went to jail.
Had so many other choices yet instead chose to go to an event he was invited to
"Congratulations, [insert your child's name]. I'm so proud of you for doing something that, if you hadn't done it, would have made you a staggering failure and would have brought immeasurable shame upon your family."
@justinboldaji Nolan put a black person in his newest movie, and now his entire oeuvre is being retroactively scrutinized by the most annoying people in the world.
There's a reason that the 00s feel like the last real decade. Something happened in 2009. iPhones invented two years before. Then in 2009, Facebook rolled out its personalized algorithm-driven feed. Twitter and Instagram followed a few years later. I really think, if you have to point to just one culprit (though there are several), it would be this. The algorithm killed the monoculture more than anything else. We live now in a culture almost entirely shaped by the algorithm, which is to say that we have no culture.
It is WAY too easy to accidentally call someone on iPhone when you just select someone’s contact. One tap too many in the middle of the screen, no confirmation message, and you’re stuck with having to explain to someone why you called them and immediately hung up.
“I would much rather give children hymns that they can grow into, rather than songs they will grow out of.”
—Rev. Pres. Mark Chepulis, LCMS North Dakota District, in the ND District News insert in The Lutheran Witness, May 2026
@redeemed_zoomer@becomelutheran Brahms was an agnostic sadly, and it shows in works like Requiem where he purposefully omitted references to Christ. Definitely Buxtehude instead of Telemann. If RVW was practicing Anglican, he would take Brahms’s spot…but he has a better “honorary” case due to English Hymnal
..."or be ashamed in the matter of my good cause, and not rather rejoice that they can tell by our ceremonies that I do not belong to them?" - C. F. W. Walther, 1871 (source: https://t.co/xwnV5VGvAy)
"It is a pity and dreadful cowardice when a person sacrifices the good ancient church customs to please the deluded American denominations just so they won't accuse us of being Roman Catholic! Indeed! Am I to be afraid of a Methodist, who perverts the saving Word..."
Modern man lives to escape solemnity. The undignified nature of so many contemporary funerals, weddings, and church services are some of the clearest examples.
One of the reasons I am a conservative and not a liberal is that liberal morality is about autonomy, not flourishing. "Good" actions reduce repression, "bad" actions exacerbate it. Suicide, avarice, and indifference can all be justified if they abolish a limit. Conservatives condemn these actions because they violate the moral law and the common good. Conservatism seeks healthy communities, liberalism seeks atomization.