Origen and the Eschatological Creation of the Cosmos

Originally posted on Eclectic Orthodoxy:
by Fr John Behr, Ph.D. After using for several decades G. W. Butterworth’s translation of Origen’s On First Principles (the standard translation used in the English speaking world for the better part of a century), I became convinced that not only was a new translation needed but a new critical…

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Cotton Candy

Time is our ignorance. – Carlo Rovelli, from Reality Is Not What it Seems   Cotton candy mist hovers over the schoolyard and dissolves in dawn’s incandescent mouth, the order of time resolves in the heat of the moving world. Sunshine on the sandbox swallows the echoes of footfall and half-forgotten freedom before the ringing bell, […]

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Mining for Art with Chris Lovie-Tyler

Chris is a poet from New Zealand, he styles himself as a ‘rookie poet’ but I think his work is quite good. Chris also has done some excellent exploration of artwork. For writers, good art is an indispensable source of inspiration as we try to capture in words what artists capture in images. Some of […]

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Quantum Night

There is no darkness, only the quantum flux of possibility that cradles all of heaven’s light like a thousand torches in the tender arms of night.   ©Jedidiah Paschall

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On Sailing to Byzantium

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium. – WB Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium   I have been interacting a good deal over the last eighteen months or so with Eastern Orthodoxy in general and with the Church Fathers in particular. As a Protestant why would I do […]

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Revisiting the Wilderness

“The wilderness is the route of promise on the way to the land, or the wilderness is unbearable abandonment to be avoided by return to slavery.” – Walter Brueggemann In his book on the parables of Jesus, Kingdom, Grace, Judgement, Robert Capon calls Scripture a treasury of icons that God has given us to mark out […]

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Roadside Memorial

For a young woman killed on the road near my home.   All things return to dust and carry in them the memory of primordial stars, Memory of the river pressed through concrete in the power lines beside the road Memory of the forest in the telephone pole.   In this world there is no […]

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