[Speaking to Marie in bed while she sleeps] Navin R. Johnson: I know we’ve only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like…
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When The Answer is Also The Question
An image Bell returns to often in Love Wins is that of Jesus being the rock that gives water, an image from Hebrew scripture where Moses, leading the Israelites through the desert, called on God to give them water. God told Moses to take his staff and smack a rock with it. The rock cracked…
Heaven is NOT a Utopia
I’ve been following Kester Brewins “Dirty Heaven” series over at his blog (1, 2, 3). It’s basically him reflecting on the above RSA video. What a great read! Here are a few things I’m thinking about after watching the video: I’m pretty much agreeing with Kester that the typical “Utopian” view of Heaven needs re-thought….
What does a good artist do?
Good artists are people who can stick things together so that they stay stuck. They know how to gather things into formal arrangements that are intelligible, memorable, and lasting. Good forms confer health upon the things that they gather together. Farms, families, and communities are forms of art just as are poems, paintings, and symphonies….
Why I Don’t Like The Grammy Awards or Pop Music in General
In regard to how I feel about “award” shows, such as the audaciously generic Grammy Awards which took place last Sunday night, I defer to author Mark Twain: “Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.” I’m not quite sure what it is about me that wants…
Love = Death: A Haiku Poem for My Love
Love is the weakest To find love we first must die Dying to ourselves Dying to make room For love to enter our heart To Love is to die But faced with this death For a small chance to love you I would die always
I’d forgotten how small a newborn was.
I’d forgotten how small a newborn was. She weighed at most, eight and a half pounds. When the sun broke between two clouds and hits us, she scrunched up her face until it looked like a head of cabbage, her tight fists covering her eyes. Then her fists fell away and her face un-scrunched and…
A Political Tip For Egypt (and us all)
Political tip: Anytime your leader plasters pictures of himself around town for all to adore, let this be a clue that things in your governmental system might be just a bit faulty.
The ones who know don’t talk and the ones who talk don’t know.
In general, Loquacity (rambling talk) opens the doors of the soul, and the devout warmth of the heart at once escapes. Empty talk does the same, but even more so… Empty talk is the door to criticism and slander, the spreader of false rumors and opinions, the sower of discord and strife. It stifles the…
Mumford & Sons, Descartes & Unchanging Substances part 2
And death is at your doorstep And it will steal your innocence But it will not steal your substance Above is an excerpt from the song Timshel by Mumford and Sons, the folk rock band from the UK which continues to grow exponentially in adoration. Put simply, I find their music to be exceedingly brilliant….