From the Almighty Wikipedia:
Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is unfounded; a work, simply, “whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.” The word pseudepigrapha comes from the Greek: ψευδής, pseudēs,”lying” or “false” and ἐπιγραφή, epigraphē, “name” or “inscription” or “ascription”; thus when taken together it means “false superscription or title.”
Socrates said that the wisest of men know that they’re not really all that wise. I’m not actually that wise, you see, but I don’t actually know it. That’s why I keep a blog. I suppose that means I have potential.
I call my weblog “pseudepigrapha” because I’m the real author of almost all the pieces you’ll read here, but if you happen to read something that is at all compelling or interesting, there’s sure to be a figure in my past whose formative influences are to be credited more than my own. If, however, you read something that falls flat and causes you to mourn the five late minutes of your life that you will never get back, then, well…that’s 100% T. David Demarest, at your service.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering what VDMA stands for, and why I end every post with it:
Verbum Dominī Manet in Aeternum — the Word of the Lord remains forever (lit. “in eternity”). The grass withers, the flower fades, people stop reading my blog (or they never start), but the Word of the Lord remains forever. During the time of the Reformation this phrase was used as a motto in the court of Frederick the Wise (as early as 1522). Frederick’s successors, his brother John the Steadfast, and his nephew John Frederick the Magnanimous all used it, as well. It would often appear as an insignia on banners, uniforms, and even swords. As a symbol it attested the unity of the Lutheran laity in their struggle against Romanism on one side and the religious enthusiasm of the radical Protestants on the other. That’s the history, anyway. “With meek heart and due reverence,” I, too, attempt to navigate between these polarities of the Faith, here on this site, and as I seek to live out my vocation here on this earthly plane.
This site is dedicated to my grandfather, Walter David Nunley, who entered his rest in March 2010. Among other things, my grandpa taught me to not be a wimp. Being tough as nails himself until the very end, he taught this mostly by example. But he’d let a precept slip every now and then, too. And when he did, I’d snatch it up and hold on to it. Now, if I were to let the same precepts slip — then, or now, even — I don’t think anyone would rush to pick them up. And I couldn’t blame them. Maybe you had to be there for it. But since you probably weren’t, I’ll leave you with this:
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,
Scarved by Mother,
Booted by the Cat’s Meow
Thrift-store back in Corvallis,
I realize and remember that
The last time boots felt this way
I was six, hiking with Grandpa
At McDonald Forest.
“Don’t scuff; pick up your feet.”
Now, to avoid scuffing,
I walk with a clip-clop,
Redolent of the rancher he was,
That I won’t be.
I love you, Grandpa. See you on the other side.