In all of this I realized, if I want to write, or if I want to make anything that might truly be called art then I must not simply be acquainted with the wounds of the world–I must became a cartographer of my own wounds. I must map their terrain and navigate their crevices to […]

Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous

BY SCOTT CAIRNS You could almost think the word synonymous    with mind, given our so far narrow    history, and the excessive esteem in which we have been led to hold what is,    in this case, our rightly designated    nervous systems. Little wonder then that some presume the mind itself both part    and parcel of […]

12/14/2003

Still true, now: The blessing of the LordIs spoken through a friend;A curse from the LordIs averted through a friend. I will set a constellation in my heartTowards the worship of the Lord;The northern stars will be the word of the LordAnd the stars that move with my vessel will be good friends.

Dear Clark Christopher,

December 27, 2010 Your name is a story, and you will grow up in the telling of this story.  Over meals, in our going out and our coming in, even in your lying down, you will hear this story.  Your mother and I are eager to see your own story be told; each action and […]

Christmas is for hoping in Christ’s return

“Whenever there is disaster,” he said, “it means a new day, a new life.” When he saw the tree decorated with the faces of the dead, he cried, he said. But he was where he belonged, he said. “We don’t have anything else,” he said, “just to pray and continue.” – A young Iraqi Christian […]

Journey of the Magi

By T.S. Eliot (Follow the link and listen to him read it). ‘A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the […]

Ezekiel

By Ryan Culwell mystiplexed: Broke my hammer pounding words And sounding warnings seldom heard Forging bells out of rhyme While something older has occurred People swaying to my sirens And the rhythm of my work Singing oh how we love these love songs While I cut their heads off with my dirge

This is one way in which I would like to be remembered.

When we appreciate art, isn’t it partly for the experience of seeing something difficult done with grace? Isn’t it a perfect metaphor for how we wish life would be? Josh Ritter – I may be quoting Mr. Ritter here out of context, and certainly outside of his intention, but where his intention is well aimed, his […]

ON THANKSGIVING – …when Thanksgiving is secularized, what’s lost is precisely the Object to whom we would render gratitude. In other words, we end up being thankful for “gifts” without being able to recognize the Giver. So we come up with a substitute Giver, which is something like the idea of “America”–the land of the […]