Creation Song
Out of the dark and void of spaceLight sprang to greet His handHe drew from night and nothinginessA bright and holy brand And God saw that it was goodSo night came and morning followedThe first…
Month: August 2015
On Adventure: A Letter to My Children
Someday, perhaps, I will have children. But today I am just in my twenties, and there is already so much I want to tell them and can’t yet. Here where I stand on the threshold…
When I Am Weak, I Am Strong: Frodo’s Providential Heroism
The tiny figure of a hobbit stands on the edge of a precipice, shrouded in a surreal haze. With an eerie glare flickering across his face, he clutches a chain in his grimy hand,…
Fighting the Long Defeat
Why do our stories March on before us? Those who remember them Oft times ignore us But our presence is there; Our spirit-borne breath Enlivens each telling Defying our deaths *** It is that! It…
Hope at Damietta
Cold dawn with its promise to transform into sweltering desert heat later that afternoon broke over the lines of sleeping, heavily-chained captives. My brother Juste and I were among them. It was several…
Emerald’s Interviews: Interview with an Elf-Lord
Emerald: Hello, and welcome to Emerald’s Interviews, where yours truly takes the time to interview characters from movies, TV shows, and books. No character is too secondary or obscure to get their fifteen minutes of fame…
The Development of Chivalry: From Medieval Propaganda to Catholic Virtue
In the beginning of the 11th century, there were many separate feudal states in Western Europe united by a common faith in the Catholic Church. The traditions of the Vikings, the Franks, the Italians, and…
The Sacred Heart of Jesus
Lord Jesus,The next time I am tempted to sin,Stop me before it’s too late.Help me think about what I am doing–What I am doing to You.And then, in the eyes of my soul…Lord Jesus, show…
Portsmouth vs. Plymouth: A Traveler’s Comparison
Well, here, we have it: my comparison of the two big naval bases in Britain: Portsmouth, also known affectionately as Pompey, and Plymouth, nicknamed ‘Guzz’ (and I don’t think anyone is exactly sure why!). I’ve…
Rose’s Thorn
It is quiet in the room. The low rasp of steel on leather mixes with the cool hiss of the sword itself as it is withdrawn from the simple sable sheath. Light flashes off the…