A Good Idealist She has plenty of courage, a strong faith and a native expectancy of good. Living with her is a high adventure. William McGreel
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Notes from the Journey... The Astronomer by Vermeer
Reading: The Fiddler's Gun by A.S. Peterson The Cloister Walk by Kathleen Norris The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry Edited by Norman Wirzba
In my ears: Classical Station KVOD Nothing Left to Lose Mat Kearney
Rich Mullins There's a wideness in God's mercy,
I cannot find in my own
And he keeps his fire burning
To melt this heart of stone,
Keeps me aching, with a yearning,
Keeps me glad to have been caught,
In the reckless, raging fury,
That they call the love of God.
C.S. Lewis There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
Madeleine L'Engle A great painting, or symphony, or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we too want to make our own cry of affirmation to the power of creation behind the universe.
Charles Van Sandwyk Each time pen goes to paper, the general idea is to try to make the most beautiful book in the world. I’ve failed every time, but it’s still the impetus.
Imagine the dead waking, dazed, into a shadowless light in which they know themselves all together for the first time. It is a light that is merciless until they can accept its mercy... In it, they are loved completely, even as they have been, and so are changed into what they could not have been, but what, if they could have imagined it, they would have wished to be.
Life isn't long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it!
Eucatastrophe is a sudden and miraculous grace: never to be counted on to recur. It does not deny the existence of catastrophe, of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance; it denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat and in so far is evangelium, giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world poignant as grief.
I heard an old voice say,
Don't go far from the land,
The seasons have their way,
No mortal can understand...
Be sure that if you go on inquiring, you will find the truth- enough of it to keep you alive and wishing for more, and that is enough for us at a time.
I breathe deeply and certainty enters into me like light, like a piece of science, and curious music seems to hum inside my fingers. Is there a single person on whom I can press my belief? No sir. All I can do is say, here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and I'm going back. Make of it what you will.
Faithful... supposed that the harder one's life is the more desperate must be the struggle to find out how to be happy, and the more likely to be successful.
He is a sane man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head.
We are all imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.