the fall of rational creation and the conquest of the cosmos by death is something that appears to us nowhere within the course of nature or history

The moral apostasy of rational beings from the proper love of God is somehow the reason for the reign of death and suffering in the cosmos, that human beings—constituting what Maximus the Confessor called the priestly “methorios” (the boundary or frontier) between the physical and the spiritual realms—severed the bond between God’s eternity and cosmicContinue reading “the fall of rational creation and the conquest of the cosmos by death is something that appears to us nowhere within the course of nature or history”

The stars, inasmuch as they are visible, do not embody exact knowledge, which can only be grasped by the mind and thought.

Summary of Plato’s understanding of the stars from Origen and the Life of the Stars: A History of an Idea by Alan Scott (Oxford Early Christian Studies, Clarendon Press, 1994): Plato is less concerned with how things happen than with why they happen, and for this reason he regards astronomy as only of secondary importance.Continue reading “The stars, inasmuch as they are visible, do not embody exact knowledge, which can only be grasped by the mind and thought.”

a slave society which might be called either capitalist or Communist

George Orwell in “Second Thoughts on James Burnham” (1946): Chesterton predicted the disappearance of democracy and private property, and the rise of a slave society which might be called either capitalist or Communist.

My Accidental Day with Super Power

I have taken down the original draft of this story as it has been posted in a revised version as “A Misunderstanding with my Guardian Angel over the Meaning of Super-Power” by Macrina Magazine. Note on the background of my writing of this story: In preparation for our Thanksgiving get-together this year, my mother-in-law askedContinue reading “My Accidental Day with Super Power”

the book is generally written by the one man in the village who is mad

It is quite easy to see why a legend is treated, and ought to be treated, more respectfully than a book of history. The legend is generally made by a majority of the people in the village, who are sane. The book is generally written by the one man in the village who is mad.Continue reading “the book is generally written by the one man in the village who is mad”

How can the end of the world start in a place like this?

From Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. The authors would like to join the demon Crowley in dedicating this book to the memory of G.K. CHESTERTON. A man who knew what was going on. Also regarding GKC, in the story, we have this at one point within Crowley’s stream of consciousness thinking: WhoContinue reading “How can the end of the world start in a place like this?”

Seeking the Heart of the Christian Classical Tradition of Education amid Socioeconomic and Cultural Diversity

[Intro Note: this was delivered as the afternoon plenary talk at the Alcuin Mid-Atlantic Regional Retreat at Veritas (a classical Christian school in Richmond, VA) on March 22, 2019 by Jesse Hake. The assigned topic was “Classical Christian Education for Culturally and Socioeconomically Diverse Settings.” At the end of this post, a handout is includedContinue reading “Seeking the Heart of the Christian Classical Tradition of Education amid Socioeconomic and Cultural Diversity”

cowled with smoke and starred with lamps

Modern Elfland by G.K. Chesterton I cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things, I set a feather in my cap That fell out of an angel’s wings. I filled my wallet with white stones, I took three foxgloves in my hand, I slung my shoes across my back, AndContinue reading “cowled with smoke and starred with lamps”

the giant laughter of Christian men that roars through a thousand tales

Then Alfred laughed out suddenly, Like thunder in the spring, Till shook aloud the lintel-beams, And the squirrels stirred in dusty dreams, And the startled birds went up in streams, For the laughter of the King. And the beasts of the earth and the birds looked down, In a wild solemnity, On a stranger sightContinue reading “the giant laughter of Christian men that roars through a thousand tales”

but the men that drink the blood of God go singing to their shame

Their gods were sadder than the sea, Gods of a wandering will, Who cried for blood like beasts at night, Sadly, from hill to hill. “…The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark.” “The menContinue reading “but the men that drink the blood of God go singing to their shame”