3/31/08
3/30/08
-Stanley Hauerwas
3/29/08
I know I don't want it. I want magic!
Magic! Yes! That's what I want!
That's what I try to give to people.
I do mis-
Represent things.
I don't tell
The truth. But I tell
What ought to be the truth . . .
What it ought to be.
Yes, magic. Magic's what I try to give to people.
If that's a sin,
If that is such a sin
Then let me be damned for it!
Don't turn on that light.
It'll all look so ugly in that light.
Why not see by candlelight . . .
Or moonlight, or by starlight?
They are bright enough to see by . . .
Sometimes too bright.
Don't turn on that light.
-I Want Magic!
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was - of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out –
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is --
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinquent Palaces --
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven –
-Emily Dickinson
3/28/08
-internet monk
3/27/08
Every Riven Thing
by Christian Wiman
God goes, belonging to every riven thing He's made
Sing his being simply by being
The thing it is:
Stone and tree and sky,
Man who sees and sings and wonders why
God goes. Belonging, to every riven thing He's made,
Means a storm of peace.
Think of the atoms inside the stone.
Think of the man who sits alone
Trying to will himself into the stillness where
God goes belonging. To every riven thing He's made
There is given one shade
Shaped exactly to the thing itself:
Under the tree a darker tree;
Under the man the only man to see
God goes belonging to every riven thing. He's made
The things that bring Him near,
Made the mind that makes Him go.
A part of what man knows,
Apart from what man knows,
God goes belonging to every riven thing He's made.
3/23/08
3/21/08
And if holding her means I have to bleed
Then I am a martyr, and love is to blame.
She is the healing, and I am the pain.
-Trading Yesterday
-William Deresiewicz
3/20/08
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.
-W.H. Auden (yes, again)
-A Prayer for Owen Meany
3/19/08
-Christian Wiman, Gazing Into the Abyss
3/18/08
And pine for what is not-
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught-
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate and pride and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
-Shelley, from To a Sky-Lark
3/17/08
for the expertise
of his torturer and his chef.
---
Lonely he may be
but, each time he bolts his door
the last thing at night,
his heart rejoices: "No one
can interfere with me now."
-
He woke in the small hours,
dismayed by a wilderness
of hostile thoughts.
-
Thoughts of his own death,
like the distant roll
of thunder at a picnic.
-W.H. Auden
3/16/08
-Terry Bain
Letters For God.
The Israeli postal service sorts over 2 million pieces of mail daily, and inevitably some of those letters come addressed to God. Rather than consign the letters to bins of undeliverable mail, letters addressed to God are collected and deposited at the Western Wall a few times a year.
Postal authorities consider the letters private conversations with God and do not open them. Letters come from all corners of the globe,
3/15/08
Faith is precisely this paradox, that the single individual as the particular is higher than the universal and is justified over against the latter not as subordinate but superior to it, yet in such a way, mind you, that it is the single individual who, after having been subordinate to the universal as the particular, now through the universal becomes the single individual who as the particular is superior to it; [faith is this paradox] that the single individual as the particular stands in an absolute relation to the absolute.
-Kierkegaard as Johann de silencio
3/14/08
1. | collateral misinformation | |
When someone alters a Wikipedia article to win a specific argument, anyone who reads the false article before the "error" is corrected suffers from collateral misinformation. I changed the scientific classification of red foxes last night in order to win an argument with Judy. I hope some stupid High School student didn't suffer from collateral misinformation. |
3/13/08
(from somewhere in the non-Israelite ancient Near East,
I'm confused by footnotes.)
The transgression I have committed I do not know;
The sin I have done I do not know;
The forbidden thing I have eaten I do not know;
The prohibited place on which I have set foot I do not know;
The god whom I know or do not know has oppressed me;I am troubled, I am overwhelmed, I cannot see.
Man is dumb; he knows nothing;
Mankind, everyone that exists-what does he know?
Whether he is committing sin or doing good, he does not even know.
3/12/08
-Dr. John H. Walton
3/11/08
prayer
by Aaron Belz
Shall I
compare
myself
to a dog?
If so,
it’s true—
sometimes
I paw my
master’s
leg. And
sometimes
he plays
with me.
3/10/08
In the ancient world something came into existence when it was separated out as a distinct entity, given a function, and given a name.
-Dr. John Walton, Ancient Near Eastern Thought
3/9/08
3/8/08
from the book of Jeremiah
Like a cage full of birds,
their houses are full of deceit;
therefore they have become great and rich;
they have grown fat and sleek.
They know no bounds in deeds of evil;
they judge not with justice
the cause of the fatherless, to make it prosper,
and they do not defend the rights of the needy.
Shall I not punish them for these things?
declares the Lord,
and shall I not avenge myself
on a nation such as this?
An appalling and horrible thing
has happened in the land:
the prophets prophesy falsely,
and the priests rule at their direction;
my people love to have it so,
but what will you do when the end comes?
saying, 'Peace, peace,'
when there is no peace.
The battle spread over the face of all the country, and the forest devoured more people that day than the sword.
-here.
-Herbert McCabe
(via I have no idea why I subscribe to this blog... it's ...boring)
3/6/08
- James Joyce
3/4/08
Letter of Recommendation for Rick Stoeckel, Who Was Homeschooled
By Rick Stoeckel
...When I asked Ricky's father for a comment to include in this recommendation, he stated, "Ricky's all right." If you knew Ricky's father, you would realize what a great accolade that is. I second that notion. For all his faults and imperfections and disappointments and failures, our Ricky is all right.
If you have any questions regarding Ricky's worthiness or character, please feel free to contact me. I am available anytime except Saturday mornings, when I go grocery shopping, and Monday nights, when Ricky's father and I hold our own PTA meetings: just the two of us. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Rick's Mom
3/3/08
He needs a brother as a bearer and proclaimer of the divine word of salvation. He needs his brother solely because of Jesus Christ. The Christ in his own heart is weaker than the Christ in the word of his brother; his own heart is uncertain; his brother’s is sure.