Mary’s Carol
Oh blessed Mary, my Mother dear!How I love you so!Please be my Mother while I’m here,Until to Heaven I go You see, Jesus wants to be my BrotherTo lay down His life for meSo that…
Tag: Christianity
Every Word So Employed: George MacDonald and the Theological Imagination
Introduction In this essay I offer a constructive definition of the imagination for George MacDonald: The imagination is a faculty that perceives and appropriates transcendent beauty in sensible form. This definition of MacDonald’s imagination sees…
Light and High Beauty: The Virtue of Hope in “The Lord of the Rings”
We know God exists even though we can’t see Him, with as much certainty as we know the sun exists even when we can’t see it shine. We trust that He knows best even…
A Hallowed Eve: The Spiritual and Cultural Traditions of Halloween
Halloween has always been a complicated holiday, laced together with many threads of different spiritual traditions and cultural customs. It has always stirred up controversy, morphing into an excuse for mischief and mayhem and a…
Identity: What We Do Changes Who We Are
This thing about identity—there’s more here than meets the eye, more here than most psychologists talk about, more here than we can understand, and what I’m going to present is more questions than answers. But…
Meditation on the Longing for Death
Each night I sleep, my body to restore,Yet morning rise, as weary as before.The day renewed, such newness life has not:Each day is with the same despondence fraught. Down on my knees I pray my…
Your Voice
I thought I heard a whisper in the wind,Your voice calling – “Come to me again.”“My beautiful child” –you saidMy thirsting soul, my hungry heart you fed.I walked a path to Calvary Hill,You hung from…
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…
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…