Consider this, O my romanticizing Soul, and despair. I wrote these words not more than a handful of years hence: “. . . I shall make a good wanderer or hermit, lover and loner – and an even better hypocrite . . . for I can be both neither and either of any of these … Continue reading “…by envious winds, blown vagabond…”
Aaron Adams has responded to John Roberson`s rebuttal of Benjamin Johnson`s critique of the Christology (that is, the doctrine or theory concerning the nature/identity of Jesus Christ) of New Testament scholar and Anglican Bishop N.T. Wright. In the article (entitled Wright Redux: Roberson`s Response) Aaron offers a patient and even-handed appraisal of the matter, and … Continue reading Suspension Of Disbelief
The hungry and the hanged and the damaged and the done – striving along this spinning road and tumbling past the Sun. We all got born so afraid, we still search for words to describe that pain and cling to each other like pigeons in the rain and eyes all over feathered breasts – with … Continue reading Time/Immemorial
“I seldom sleep, and when I do – I am even making Music in my dreams.”
On this day, in the year 1829 was born Anton Grigorevich Rubinstein – a Russian Pianist, Composer and Conductor. As a Pianist, he was regarded as a rival to even Franz Liszt and has been described by historians as one of the greatest virtuosos in history.
Tonight we visited the pastoral estate of some friends of ours from church that have recently moved to the quiet southerly plains beyond the glittery vistas of town and city. As they are a youngish couple with four children, such a location will surely provide a certain buffer from the many ensnarements that lay within … Continue reading Fire-lit Faces Under Blue-Night Skies
The light is slowly leaking out of the room, sucked away with the sun`s retreat behind the bleary blanket of a waning winter afternoon sky.
The light left gives an autochrome-like graininess to the air in the one-room flat. Its towering ceiling is easily twice a man`s height.
Long white curtains flow softly down from three tall windows. The shades are drawn down two of them, and halfway down the middle one, where one can see, through the irregularities in the glass, the roofs and sides of other London flat buildings against the colorless clouds.
The door rests in its fluted Victorian molding at one edge of the wall opposite, and at the other is Nick`s mattress, jammed into the corner as much as possible, as far from the light as possible.
Thus spoke the LORD: “What right have you to recite My statutes or take My covenant on your lips? For you hate discipline and you cast My words behind you. If you see a thief, you are pleased with him and you keep company with adulterers. You give your mouth free rein for Evil, and … Continue reading Thanksgiving As Sacrifice