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Continue reading →: So Divinely TallEnvy and the Christian Life There is a line in CS Lewis’s book That Hideous Strength where Jane is waiting for the Director and thumbing through a book that she feels slightly guilty about reading, when suddenly Camilla Denniston comes through the door. Jane turns crimson and becomes aware of…
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Continue reading →: Danger and JoyChoices and the Christian Life Have you ever found yourself at a crossroads, with only two options available to you? You can’t go back, and there is only a turn to the right, or a turn to the left. Nothing more. CS Lewis writes about this in one of his…
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Continue reading →: “So lyes it ever low”Why Suicide is a Mortal Sin (for Protestants, too) Tim Anderson, a dauntless attorney from Virginia Beach whom I follow, posted an update on his page the other day. It seems the Democrats, emboldened by their recent victories in the Governor’s mansion and in the House, are moving to propose…
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Continue reading →: “It is not Mine to give”A response to Aaron Renn’s “The Problem with the Evangelical Elite” The problem with wanting to be a Christian elite is that there is no such thing. Not, at least, in the sense Mr. Renn is pursuing the idea. It is not that his pursuit is not compelling. On the…
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Continue reading →: The ChildrenOut there, I was the sacred pedagogueListened to, read, respected, avoidedJust another intellectual with a beardSomeone whose name you could dropAs if you’d understood the long words,The emphatic development of thought,The useful clutter of a mind far away. In here, I am the one whose hand they holdWhen they’re afraid,…
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Continue reading →: A Christmas SongO hear a quiet mystery in Bethlehem tonight:A shepherd’s song is rising at the fading of the light.The Seraphim are joining him as Heaven shines around,And Cherubs veil their faces at the power of the sound:The Godhead takes on flesh today, High God becomes a man,To raise the lowly to…
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Continue reading →: Stop. 1030am May 1st 1947 350 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY Her necklace still clutched in her hand Looking like she’d just fallen asleep on a quiet summer day A note left with terrible hopeless words written on it, some of them crossed out: “I beg of you – don’t…
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Continue reading →: RiverThe thing about a river Is you can pull your truck off on the concrete bridge Hot on a day late in the autumn’s eve Quiet, so very quiet Deep in a red-clay county Where the gravels mince beneath your boots As if they’re afraid of waking the woods up And the branches furled low…
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Continue reading →: Faithful Doubt: A Book ReviewI think this book embodies a tremendous amount of what troubles me about the postmodern church in America. I have not read it, nor do I intend to. Life is too short and the arts too long to waste either one on initiatives like this one. I would not even…
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Continue reading →: Truth in Love: A Response to Chuck DeGroatChuck DeGroat is a voice I appreciate a lot. His book on narcissism in the church is a must-read for any wishing to understand the psychology and emotional mechanics of narcissism in ministry and what the Bible has to say about it. It can mean the difference between spending the…
