even as the day softens away into the sweet Twilight

This has been my Object, and this alone can be my Defence–and O! that with this my personal as well as my LITERARY LIFE might conclude!—the unquenched desire I mean, not without the consciousness of having earnestly endeavoured to kindle young minds, and to guard them against the temptations of Scorners, by showing that theContinue reading “even as the day softens away into the sweet Twilight”

to believe in a spiritually living creation that is full of spiritual life

Here is my own transcription from a part of the Crackers & Grape Juice podcast by Jason Micheli “Episode 147 – David Bentley Hart: The Gloves Come Off” posted on April 13, 2018. [22:55] Hart: [N.T. Wright is] so hostile to the fact of the first century being Jewish and Greek at once (and Persian).Continue reading “to believe in a spiritually living creation that is full of spiritual life”

in his motion like an angel sings

Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, weContinue reading “in his motion like an angel sings”

the Magi worship

Stichera from the Vespers of the Nativity (Translated by Fr. Seraphim Dedes): What shall we offer you, O Christ, because You have appeared on earth as a man for our sakes? For each of the creatures made by You offers You its thanks: the Angels, their hymn; the heavens, the Star; the Shepherds, their wonder;Continue reading “the Magi worship”

he wondered whether even the archangels understood the hornbill

He remembered a hornbill, which was simply a huge yellow beak with a small bird tied on behind it. The whole gave him a sensation, the vividness of which he could not explain, that Nature was always making quite mysterious jokes. Sunday had told them that they would understand him when they had understood theContinue reading “he wondered whether even the archangels understood the hornbill”

All that man sees has to do with man

George MacDonald in Phantastes: They who believe in the influences of the stars over the fates of men, are, in feeling at least, nearer the truth than they who regard the heavenly bodies as related to them merely by a common obedience to an external law. All that man sees has to do with man.Continue reading “All that man sees has to do with man”

like a small star down on the dusky fields

At that moment he caught a flash of white and silver coming from the North, like a small star down on the dusky fields. This description of Gandalf’s arrival on the battle field of Pelennor (from Tolkien’s Return of the King) seems to hint at Gandalf’s true identity and very subtly parallel this passage fromContinue reading “like a small star down on the dusky fields”

names of all the stars

“‘Mercy,’ cried Gandalf. ‘If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend ther rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?’” “‘The names of all the stars, and of all living things, and the whole history of Middle-earth and Over-heaven and ofContinue reading “names of all the stars”

the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile. From Ralph Waldo Emerson inContinue reading “the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown”