Theology offers the Christian believer not just a faith which demands belief, but one which makes sense intellectually. As such, theology is a necessarily intricate discipline; probing the revealed thoughts of God is no light, simple task. Christian theology done right, whether it is biblical, systematic, or historical, brings the minds of the current generation […]
Category Archives: John Milton
Someday, the Creator, who cast out His children from Paradise, will bring Paradise right back to them.
God is not absent from this world, and His hand is not stayed.
The most tangible expression of its availability is, of course, the Incarnation. But what on this earth connects us to that reality? After all, as Dallas Willard said, God is Spirit, or “unbodily personal power.” One of my favorite CS Lewis essays is a letter Lewis wrote to Owen Barfield in which he brilliantly unpacks […]
Areopagitica John Milton Well knows he who uses to consider, that our faith and knowledge thrives by exercise, as well as our limbs and complexion. Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in a perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition. A man […]
I Have A Dream Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. When we allow freedom to ring-when we let it ring from every city and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and […]
Emily Dickinson Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind — Children are inquisitive and insatiable for knowledge. This can be […]
Areopagitica John Milton For who knows not that Truth is strong, next to the Almighty? She needs no policies, nor stratagems, nor licensings to make her victorious; those are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power. Give her but room, and do not bind her when she sleeps . . . […]
UPON THE CIRCUMCISION JOHN MILTON YE flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright, That erst with music, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds’ ear, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along, Through the soft silence of the listening night,— Now mourn; and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence […]
