The following excerpt is from Sören Kierkegaard’s, Fear and Trembling. Kierkegaard adds commentary offering a unique spin on the Biblical story of Abraham’s journey to sacrifice Isaac. It is so worth reading: “And God tempted Abraham and said unto him, Take Isaac, Mine only son, whom thou loves, and get thee into the land of Moriah, and offer him there for a burnt offering upon...
Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a...– Frederick Buechner
This time of technology is a destitute time, the time of the world’s...– Martin Heidegger, Poetry, Language, Thought
When the church’s singing is structured around Israel’s psalms,...– Faith and Theology: Psalms for all seasons: a contemporary psalter
Our own love for God is so feeble that we might forget all about God for days at...– Faith and Theology: Psalms for all seasons: a contemporary psalter
If your congregation sings only Hillsong choruses, then their emotional...– Faith and Theology: Psalms for all seasons: a contemporary psalter
I am learning not to be passionate about empty things, but to cultivate passion...– Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
People are fed by the food industry, which pays no attention to health, and...– Wendell Berry
‘You know what I’m going to do?’ she says to me at long last....– Christopher Phillips, Socrates Cafe
Truth, nature, imagination, affection, love, hope, beauty, joy. Those words are...– Wendell Berry
The way we deal with loss shapes our capacity to be present to life more than...– Rachel Naomi Remen Kitchen Table Wisdom
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
The following post was originally posted on our school blog: Reconciliation is the dream of hope. We are to dream redemption until the day we die. During this current season of eastertide, the church my husband and I attend in Seattle has been collecting stories of resurrection. This is one of such stories. Like the rhythm of the triduum (Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday),...
an excursion or outing with food provided by the members of the outing, usually eaten outdoors; to go on a picnic; a carefree experience
Where I'm From
The following poem was written as an assignment for my Multicultural Issues class: I’m from the South The foothills of Hamptonville, North Carolina. With one gas station And a fire department of volunteers, Traffic lights aren’t necessary here. I’m from highway 21. The light blue house with burgundy shutters, built by the Amish in ’73. Fireflies and Bradford Pear Trees With perfectly cut...
From our couch, I can look out the large window in our apartment and partake in one of my favorite pastimes: that which we have rightly called, ‘people-watching’. On the opposite corner of 2nd and Blanchard, is another brick apartment building much like our own. On the sidewalk in front of the building, is a hopscotch board painted in neon pink. I am always surprised by those who, casually...
Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in...– Pierre Teilhard de Chardin