Against Bishops Not Beer: Lewis on the Puritans

I just ordered my own copy of English Literature in the 16th Century by C.S. Lewis, but just to whet my appetite and yours, I found these quotes on the Puritans here and copied them for our mutual enjoyment: The fierce young don, the learned lady, the courtier with intellectual leanings, were likely to be…

Truth for Beauty’s Sake

One more quick thought about my earlier post on truth: Defending the “truthiness” of truth is as much a defense of beauty and aesthetics as it is a doctrinal defense. Insisting that we guard truth carefully is like defending school bus yellow or fire engine red. There are many variations on red and yellow, and…

One Beat

10.25.13 For J.D.S.   One glimpse is all it takes, one moment: my breath In the icy air, one beat of one heart would be enough To blind, suffocate, arrest. The infinite rushing, crushing The finite. The universe coming down on my head. How does my body not crumple like a can?   It is…

What This Meal Sounds Like

The most ideal way to learn a new language is through immersion. This is because language is not merely a mental phenomenon. Language is always incarnate. The meaning of words is bound up with inflection, facial expression, context, history. Words are short hand for actions, for rituals, for events, for feelings. In other words, all…

With No One Inside

Why would a man want to become a preacher? Why would anyone want that job? Is there some kind of sick delight in hearing other people’s problems? Are you grasping for power, influence? Do you just like to hear yourself talk? No… We preach for the boys who lost their dads. We preach for dads…

The Cruciform Heart of the Arts

Part of the challenge of addressing the topic of Christians and the Arts is that Art and Beauty are some of the biggest idols in our day. Consider the fashion industry, movies, video games, theater, and popular music. Even sports have enormous aesthetic angles with their paraphernalia and nicknacks. You can tell the gods a culture…

Peter Hitchens on his brother, Christopher

                    Peter Hitchens writes of his brother, Christopher Hitchen’s death: Two pieces of verse come to mind, one from Hilaire Belloc’s ’Dedicatory Ode’ ‘From quiet homes and first beginnings, out to the undiscovered ends, there’s nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter and the love…

A Prayer for Russia

By Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Our Father All-Merciful!Don’t abandon your own long-suffering RussiaIn her present daze,In her woundedness,Impoverishment,And confusion of spirit.Lord Omnipotent!Don’t let, don’t let her be cut short,To no longer be.So many forthright heartsAnd so many talentsYou have lodged among Russians.Do not let them perish or sink into darknessWithout having served in Your name.Out of the…

Falling and Singing

“When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.” -Fyodor Dostoevsky HT: Remy Wilkins

Doubting Rene

I know nothing in deed and all in thought says Descartes, without a tongue of sense or a cheek of meaning. No aspirated syllables or hands with fingers to write or spell insanity in Latin words–curses–faceless and disembodied like smoke to meet the sky. I’ll not believe your matterless musinguntil I put my hands through…