XIV We have strong joy because His joy is stronger And more robust, fuller, heartier than all those Little firework-squibs and faint sparklers – those Sporadic spurts of celebration we manage to find in Our seas of steadfast gray. Out of the ennui endlessly Lulling comes on occasion the lighthouse-beam Needling a line of light through the night, the un- Ending night of the long march. Here we have joy Infused and fed to us unendingly, even in the waiting... Read more
IX If humanity is the renegade rag-girl in the tale Of all history, then the prescient Prince has always Loved her through all ages, as she picked through Bones and ash and assorted litter, looking for Gems or even just pennies in the trash. He had Always known and loved her, from the beginning Or before, convinced always of how he would Rescue her, not just giving up his diadem and wealth, But taking on agony and shame as... Read more
The Hero is a fitting sobriquet: he does what he Would rather not, by a wide degree. Death is nothing Beside a suffering conjured into being Through hurting and hurtling into rage one you Love most, and most want to soften and assuage. To bear black obloquy and iniquity into The Throne Room, where once you played as Prince – Into the loved one’s sphere of personal private Intimacy – while wearing rags offal-befouled – This is the torment of... Read more
I How much terror he must have overcome To climb the tree where Hell awaited him — Facing lavaflows of fury both holy and hot. All the rage of outraged love, hurt to the point Of delirium and derangement, awaited him. Every mother’s cry for wild-eyed justice After a daughter’s defilement, would attack him: The scapegoat, the defendant, the whipping boy Who loved the miscreant little master who Deserved the whip, but willingly took his place. Everything before him threatened... Read more
Dear Arthur 17 March Hope this finds you well. I know it’s been too long since I wrote last, but I can plead at least one plausible excuse: my clinic has been overrun lately by a horde of fanatics who call themselves “pro-life” – which means they’re all for microscopic bundles of noncancerous cells, but indifferent to the lives of poor struggling POC. They swarm the clinic with signs that say something like “Save the Prebbies!” I assume that’s... Read more
There is one feature of the classic Laurel and Hardy films that I’ve never seen addressed in writing, nor heard anyone ever talk about. Everybody (with a few perverse exceptions) admits the movies are charming, funny, and occasionally hilarious beyond measure. But what I’ve never seen discussed concerning the screen duo is the most obvious thing about them: no matter how much they annoy and outrage each other – no matter how much Ollie may boil over or Stan weep... Read more
The word enthusiasm has undergone a near total reversal of meaning – or at least of its emotional penumbra – since the seventeenth century. In the world of English Anglicanism at the time, to be labelled an “enthusiast” was derogatory in the extreme. It denoted extremism and fanaticism, as opposed to the orderly, rational, Lockean, Age-of-Enlightenment moderation of the Established Church. Methodists were enthusiasts; Quakers were, too, and any other nonconformists who dared involve the heart as well as the... Read more
There is a George MacDonald quote making its way around social media these days, from his novel Donal Grant, and it goes like this: “Cast away from you that doctrine of devils, that Jesus died to save us from our Father.” The implication is that it would be monstrous for a father to be so brutal and murderous that his own son would need to sacrifice his life to stop him, the father, from massacring human beings. And that it... Read more
Now would be an opportune time, I think, to point out a fundamental fact concerning followers and disciples of Christ: we have been grafted into the tree of God’s original people – the Jews (Romans 11:17-24). They, the Jewish people, constitute the first tree, but we gentiles have been added to that tree – not inorganically, but with the full participation that comes from the grafted branch joining organically in the life that proceeds from the original root. One might... Read more
Dearly beloved, let us ponder for a moment the frightening realism of Holy Scripture. In what other sacred literature, presumed to come from the breath of the Almighty Himself, do you find statements like this: “God! Please leave me alone!” (Job 10:20) The Bible takes the most clear-eyed view of the human condition ever written, and does so using the strongest, starkest, most violent and graphic terms imaginable. Man is said to be “abominable and filthy, who drinks iniquity like... Read more
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