January 2011
12 posts
“It’s like the sun swallowed up by the earth,
Like atomic bombs in...”
– The Afters
The Cloud Hunters
I danced along the path, or at least that’s how it felt. I didn’t know how to dance, of course, but when one is feeling particularly light and airy, one doesn’t care about such things.
My dance took me higher up the trail, winding between knolls capped with lithe angel grass that joined in my dance under persuasion of the wind’s gilded breath. My sneakers composed a joyful...
“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get...”
– C. S. Lewis
Creation
- CREATION -
With brushstroke lithe and scalpel fair
You paint and cut the depths of space,
A nova here, a comet there,
Your Glory wrought on planet face;
Designs combine and swirl and gleam,
And flee from inky Fingertips,
Till canvas soaked in vivid dream
Is sprawled across the Old Eclipse;
You lay the land and sew the sea,
And tumble stars across the night;
You spin the looming mountain...
“If reading makes you smart, then how come when you read a book, they have to put...”
– Brian Regan
“We should scream “thank you!”
with every waking breath,
And cry...”
– Ivoryline
The Hunt
So. I just finished reading Exodus, and now I’m moving on to Leviticus.
And it has come to my attention: God set up an incredibly elaborate and ingenious system for the Israelites so that He could be near them. It wasn’t easy for His immense holiness to coexist with their filthy and sinful flesh, but He designed a way.
And then comes the curve ball. After painstakingly setting up...
Dear Daniel,
I’ve been watching you. You’ll be twenty soon, won’t you? I’ve watched you spend the last 19 years of your life trying to convince yourself that you’ve got it all under control. I’ve watched you try to manage your little existence in a nice, neat, tidy little way. You’ve been pretending to be nice and squeaky clean, haven’t you? No...
“I can’t do this, Sam.”
“I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so...