The painting above by Caravaggio is known as The Incredulity of St.Thomas. The poem below is by John Updike titled, Seven Stanzas at Easter. They go together well, don’t you think? Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the [...]
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Easter: His Resurrected Body
Posted in From Others, tagged caravaggio, Easter, seven stanzas at easter, updike on March 23, 2010 | 1 Comment »
A Short Film Called “Validation”
Posted in From Others, tagged encouragement, smiles, smiling, validation on February 17, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, [...]
Born a Martyr
Posted in From Others, tagged Christmas, John Donne on December 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The whole life of Christ was a continual passion; others die martyrs, but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha (where he was crucified) even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for, to his tenderness then, the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after; and the manger as uneasy at first, [...]
On Christ’s Passion
Posted in From Others, tagged dorothy sayers, greatest drama, the passion on March 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I was looking for a reference for a Dorothy Sayers quote and ran across this by her. With Holy Week coming up soon, I thought I could put it here. It’s from her essay, “The Greatest Drama Ever Staged.” The full text can be found here along with an essay on Easter: http://www.gutenberg.ca/ebooks/sayers-greatest/sayers-greatest-00-h.html#toc01greatest For what [...]
For Palm Sunday
Posted in From Others, tagged chesterton, the donkey on March 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
This poem has long been a favorite of mine. I look forward to Palm Sunday every year when I can pull it out and read it again. The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head [...]
