“The important thing is not to stop questioning; curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when contemplating the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of the mystery every day. The important thing is not to stop questioning; never lose a holy curiosity.”—Albert Einstein (via shneevon)
In my theology class, Beauty, Brokenness and the Cross: Atonement Theology through the Arts we’re discussing the theology U2.
"How long, how long must we sing this song? How long, tonight we can be as one. Tonight, tonight.
Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And it’s true we are immune. When fact is fiction and t.v. reality, and today the millions cry, we eat and drink while tomorrow they die. The battle just begun. To claim the victory Jesus won, on a Sunday bloody Sunday, Sunday bloody Sunday.”
"There is a drive toward simplicity, reducing the complexities and ambiguities that evil brings in its wake. There is a tendency toward premature harmony: in some forms of theodicy, for example, (justifying God in the face of the existence of evil) the pains and losses of the world are presented as necessary darkness in order that the light of goodness might shine."
—Jeremy S. Begbie, The Beauty of God: Theology and the Arts
Having been married for ten months now, I’ve come to the realization that discovering things (such as this amazing song) is not as enjoyable if my husband isn’t around to experience it with me. He left for work nine minutes ago. It’s a shame he just missed hearing this song. So i’ll share it on tumblr in hopes that he’ll soon hear it once he gets to work. This will definitely be on the playlist for tonight. I always take Steven dinner when he works the evening shift at the Ace Hotel. After a quick dinner break, his work resumes and I take my seat at the table to do homework. Good music is always a must.
In class this morning we are listening/discussing Haydn’s Seven Last Words of Christ. The following verse is part his musical interpretation of Sonata #5, “I thirst.” Reading this in light of the music composed by Haydn offers a vivid portrayal of some of the final moments of Christ.
I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.
For dogs have surrounded Me; The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet;
I can count all My bones. The look and stare at Me.
They divide My garments among them, And for My clothing they cast lots.
But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me; O My Strength, haten to help Me!
"As for me I say that those who are tormented in hell are tormented by the invasion of love. What is there more bitter and violent than the pains of love? Those who feel they have sinned against love bear in themselves a damnation much heavier than the most dreaded punishments. The suffering with which sinning against love afflicts the heart is more keenly felt than any other torment. It is absurd to assume that the sinners in hell are deprived of God’s love. Love is offered impartially. But by its very power it acts in two ways. It torments sinners, as happens here on earth when we are tormented by the presence of a friend to whom we have been unfaithful. And it gives joy to those who have been faithful.”
Disturb us, Lord, when We are too well pleased with ourselves, When our dreams have come true Because we have dreamed too little, When we arrived safely Because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when With the abundance of things we possess We have lost our thirst For the waters of life; Having fallen in love with life, We have ceased to dream of eternity And in our efforts to build a new earth, We have allowed our vision Of the new Heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, To venture on wider seas Where storms will show your mastery; Where losing sight of land, We shall find the stars. We ask You to push back The horizons of our hopes; And to push into the future In strength, courage, hope, and love.
“All spiritual problems are creative problems, and all creative problems are spiritual problems. Doubt, depression, lust, rage, greed: because the artist herself is the mechanism of creation, none of these things can be separated from an artist’s work when they’re present in the artist. And an artist’s failure to work is rarely mechanical—fingers that fail to curl around a pen or a brush—but spiritual: a fear that has rendered them artistically blind or deaf. The solution to them all is to draw closer to God, the source of all order, rest, and freedom, and of every image, sound, and word.”