More Auden and Advent reflections. This time from Alex Sosler. “Remembering the stable where for once in our lives Everything became a You and nothing was an It.” -WH Auden Many times and in many ways, I’m prone to objectify that which I encounter. I see my neighbor not as someone I need to know... Continue Reading →
In all of Joseph’s confusion, the whispers of the crowd’s gossip, and his plea to God and the angel Gabriel, the common thread through Joseph’s temptation was his doubt.
In his resurrection, Christ wastes no time in mending and restoring ties with loved ones who wronged him. Even in our worst moments, he sees who we are, and not what we’ve done. Thank God he’s still in that business today.
A fitting poem from Dana Streufert with Ascension and Pentecost Sunday in our rearview. Check out more of Dana's work at her blog! Were it not for love this parting act could have been easy Pain lessened, lighter load lifted, never bleeding Empty, hollow without ceasing this leaving could have been ... Continue Reading →
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache, Not a stone in a story, But the vast rock of materiality that in the slow grinding of Time will eclipse for each of us The wide light of day.
Beautiful insights from our favorite woodsman and wordsmith, Wendell Berry, on the change of his language and the words he reconsidered later on in his life.
"The Cultivation of Christmas Trees", T.S. Eliot, 1954 There are several attitudes towards Christmas, Some of which we may disregard: The social, the torpid, the patently commercial, The rowdy (the pubs being open till midnight), And the childish - which is not that of the child For whom the candle is a star, and the... Continue Reading →
Of all the books I read in college one of the most valuable and one of the few that I still find myself returning to regularly is Dorothy Sayers' The Man Born to Be King, a cycle of twelve plays about the life Christ that was written and produced for BBC radio during World War II. If... Continue Reading →