BY JEDIDIAH PASCHALL
I have a conflicted relationship with suburban life, not because the suburbs are any more or less defective than the city, but because I have a conflicted relationship to life in this world. There’s beauty and ugliness, beauty in the ugliness, and ugliness in the beauty I suppose. The trick is to find hope and […]
Read MoreMatthew Tuininga is one of the more thoughtful Reformed Christians dealing in matters of Christ and Culture. Well worth the read…
Read MoreImmemorial mountains cradle the suburban roads smoldering in the vale, Summer mirages’ liquid dance, And rhythmic beating through black arterial lines In the shadow of sacramental signs of consumptive desire – empty promises of sexed satisfaction and satiated hunger on every noisy corner, That rip like razor-wire through lungs empty of the sacred Breath. Still […]
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Watching the sunrise this morning on this Good Friday, I had a thought inspired by recent discussions of Jesus’ Cry from the Cross – “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Here’s the thought I had. God creates ex nihilo or out of nothing. This ‘nothing’ isn’t a certain sort…
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There are a few audio/video resources I repeatedly benefit from in trying to better understand Girard’s thought, besides Girard’s books of course. Please read the man himself. Girard noted (in the second interview I list below) that there was a time, before Girard established himself, when people actually read him but…
This post is related to the ‘To Hell With Them? series (Part 1 and Part 2) I am working through. However, I will take a more aesthetic approach here and share a brief but important section of my upcoming novel The Damned May Enter that deals with the Harrowing of Hell. In the Harrowing of […]
Read MoreAll shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well By the purification of the motive In the ground of our beseeching. TS Eliot, FOUR QUARTETS – Little Gidding III (For the 1st entry in this series see: To Hell With Them? – Part 1) From the outset I must make it […]
Read MoreOh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, to sins of will, Defects of doubt and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet, That not one life shall be destroy’d, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made […]
Read More(photo: Tumalo Falls, Oregon by Tim Schallberger) A River’s Course be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart – Ranier Rilke I am a storm-child born beneath shadows of basalt cliffs and snow-clad evergreen. I rage with gin clarity through the mountains empty of earth or her stains. In the slow time […]
Read MoreThe Oxbow – Thomas Cole (1836) *See Note on the composition of this poem below. What Lies Between Storm and Shine For Eva and Eloise and those beloved who have departed to at last find peace. So odd I always thought how light like a pacifist drifts away on the winds before the storm […]
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