Who is this coming king? This already-not-yet regent, humble, hard, and kind, Lord beyond death, broken body bursting with life, transfigured with light, the torture wounds still open on his resurrected hands.
Our post here comes from dear friend, Sam Stockwell. Here it is: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. - T. S. Eliot, “Little Gidding” Perhaps Eliot wasn’t thinking of Lent when he penned... Continue Reading →
Wonderful poem here from Dana Streufert: Still Waiting I see the land before me as it was, as it is as I hoped it would be. Grumbling, I go forth. Passing a calf of gold I see within myself all that I loathe and judge. My heart quivers then beats harder for the One who hath... Continue Reading →
In the sobering days following Christmas, I thought it appropriate to share Auden's final stanza of his Christmas Oratorio, For The Time Being: Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree, Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes -- Some have got broken -- and carrying them up to the attic.... Continue Reading →
From WH Auden’s Christmas Oratorio For The Time Being: And because of His visitation, we may no longer desire God as if He were lacking: our redemption is no longer a question of pursuit but of surrender to Him who is always and everywhere present. Therefore at every moment we pray that, following Him, we may... Continue Reading →
As newlyweds, the talk of children creeps into the topic of conversation for Hannah and I - what names will our children have, where would be the best place to raise them, what will they look like? Our thoughts wander to sports they will play, characteristics they will inherit... The list goes on and on.... Continue Reading →