(Shawn: I thought this was good - Chesterton on why Christians bring their religion/morals/worldview into their stories.) “And why does Mr. Chesterton drag Catholic propaganda even into detective stories?” — From a very indulgent reviewer Under that blue Italian dome,Men throned the Thunderer in the skyAnd still his priests creep forth from RomeAnd walk Sub … Continue reading Sub Divo
Month: March 2020
More to Me
Thou carest more for that which I call mine,In same sort—better manner than I could,Even if I knew creation's ends divine,Rousing in me this vague desire of good.Thou art more to me than my desires' whole brood;Thou art the only person, and I cryUnto the father I of this my I. –George MacDonald, The Diary … Continue reading More to Me
A Gentle Thought
"There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you." – Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova
“The Oracle of the Dog”:
"The dog could almost have told you the story, if he could talk," said the priest. "All I complain of is that because he couldn't talk, you made up his story for him, and made him talk with the tongues of men and angels. It's part of something I've noticed more and more in the … Continue reading “The Oracle of the Dog”:
Rats in the Cellar
"Surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of a man he is? Surely what pops out before the man has time to put on a disguise is the truth? If there are rats in a cellar you are most likely to see them … Continue reading Rats in the Cellar
Learn to do Well
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil; Learn to do well Isaiah 1:16, 17
On a December Day
I. This is the sweetness of an April day; The softness of the spring is on the face Of the old year. She has no natural grace,But something comes to her from far away Out of the Past, and on her old decay The beauty of her childhood you can trace. — And yet she moveth with a stormy … Continue reading On a December Day
THE APOLOGIST’S EVENING PRAYER
From all my lame defeats and oh! much moreFrom all the victories that I seemed to score;From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalfAt which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;From all my proofs of Thy divinity,Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me. Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust, insteadOf Thee, their thin-worn … Continue reading THE APOLOGIST’S EVENING PRAYER
The Carpenter
O Lord, at Joseph's humble benchThy hands did handle saw and plane;Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,Avoiding knot and humouring grain. That thou didst seem, thou wast indeed,In sport thy tools thou didst not use;Nor, helping hind's or fisher's need,The labourer's hire, too nice, refuse. Lord, might I be but as a saw,A plane, … Continue reading The Carpenter
Two Thousand Times One
“There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one.” ― G. K. Chesterton
Following A Star 