Marilynn Robinson is unmatched for her ability to take a clear eyed look at Christianity and humanism and find integrated roots in the common tree.
We all want to be better people, but what does that mean?
“But we could hear her, because she began just after we came up out of the ditch, the sound that was not singing and not unsinging. “Who will do our washing now, Father?” I said.”
“Some day, his mind said, that boy would know what things were in the books and what things were not.”
When Wolfe died, William Faulkner said he was the greatest writer of their time.
What do you want to be when you grow up? We spend our childhood answering the wrong question.
It’s not what, but who.
Something had to change and the only thing Sarty could change was himself.
It has blessed us every one.
In his book Meno, Plato began with the question “Can you tell me, Socrates, is virtue something that can be taught?” to which Socrates answered “You must think I am singularly fortunate to know whether virtue can be taught or how it is acquired. The fact is that far from knowing whether it can be taught, I have no idea what virtue itself is.”
We are there and we are horrifically present and complicit.
I kept waiting for her to reach out to me, but it never happened.
Emotions and intellect see more clearly together than either can alone. Western thought is not used to this idea.
For the true Emily Dickinson aficionado.
“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.”
― Isaac Newton
Sooner or later, the past insists on being the past.
When Cain wished to slay his brother, he was at no loss for a weapon.
Words are tricky, as everyone knows.
What makes a book great?
He was not invited back for thirty years.
The Gospel of Matthew records an incident which has been oft repeated. During a teaching session, Jesus brought a young boy to His hearers as an object lesson. He “set him in the midst of them and said “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by […]
Any friend of C.S. Lewis must be a pretty good guy, but even Lewis advised Blamires to write in his own field.
Our purposeful God is trustworthy, therefore we teach.
A mensch? Absolutely, but to my great fortune, also my mentor.
A wake-up call to America
English poet and essayist James Henry Leigh Hunt was born on October 19, 1784. “Jenny Kissed Me” was first published in The Monthly Chronicle in November 1838.
If America wasn’t ready for Moby Dick when it came out, America is less so now.
Just not this book.
We all think we understand the world, but truthfully we really only understand it with the handful of building blocks we’ve collected along the way. We interpret and assume and fill in the blanks with faith and fear, colliding with others who are doing the same.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
~ St. Augustine
“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
― William Faulkner, from Requiem for a Nun
Why has this obscure little book from a reclusive woman so greatly impacted literature and liturgy?
What if you can no longer measure up, no longer be involved, if you have used up all your fantasies?
As a kid I was blessed to have gotten my hands on an ancient book of fairy tales, many ancient books actually, the original Nancy Drews, the Wizard of Oz. Some people don’t realize it, but these versions are different from what we see today. They have characters full of dimension, angst, suffering, sometimes a […]
Death is the release of our person to eternity.
Despite the complexity of his organic method for creating the prints, Watanabe was astonishingly prolific, creating over five hundred large prints and hundreds of smaller ones.
A novel that tackles such existential issues could easily become dry and philosophical, but instead The Second Coming is wise, comic, and touching, even as it is cynical about much that passes for wisdom in this post-Christian age.
Arguably one of the best songwriters of all time, and one whose lyrics could stand alongside the best of poets, Cockburn has never found the widespread audience he deserves.
Pope John Paul II said at the beatification of Fra Angelico: “His belief became art, which in turn became faith. The art became a prayer.
Chris Willman, music writer for Entertainment Weekly, wrote that “he really could’ve been a star if he were singing about something other than Jesus.”3 But with Larry Norman, that is unimaginable.
Earlier this week, a friend asked me how to read a poem. It was a question I have been asked before, and so I felt I should know how to give a better answer than I did. Of course, it may depend on the poem, and the mind and the training of the mind of […]
George Orwell wrote 1984 in 1948, and yes – he simply flipped the last two years as a nod to “where things are headed.” It has been in the news recently due to the election of Donald J Trump to the presidency of the United States, as many see similarities in his policies and Orwell’s […]
“Don’t let me ever think, dear God, that I was anything but the instrument for Your story-just like the typewriter was mine.”
I hear the train a comin’
The task of the artist is to sense more keenly than others the harmony of the world, the beauty and the outrage of what man has done to it, and poignantly to let people know. By means of art we are sometimes sent—dimly, briefly—revelations unattainable by reason.
He was intent upon filming the landscape of the human soul.
Everything should not be shown, or there is no art; art lies in suggestion.
“Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.”
“They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions… but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
“God breathes through us so completely . . . so gently we hardly feel it . . . yet, it is our everything.”
“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”