Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Booker T. Washinton
Dorothy Sayers
Friday, December 19, 2008
He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me.
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of Thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed-sea,-
'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to Thee;
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Eric Sloane
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Randall Jarrell
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thoreau
Monday, November 17, 2008
Americans
Are we too busy worshiping the creation that we have forgotten the Creator?
Have we forgotten that we are creatures who owe homage to Someone else?
Are we in awe of anything?
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Aldo Leopold

“To me an ancient cottonwood is the greatest of trees because in his youth he shaded the buffalo and wore a halo of pigeons, and I like a young cottonwood because he may some day become ancient. But the farmer’s wife (and hence the farmer) despises all cottonwoods because in June the female tree clogs the screens with cotton. The modern dogma is comfort at any cost.”
Is Industrialism Immoral?
Is it immoral to consciously deplete resources and to degrade creation without making a return for future generations? Is it immoral to destroy cultures for temporal gain?
It is not a sin to be naive but it is to be narcissistic, materialistic, greedy and destructive.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Donald Davidson

'If painting and sculptures are made for the purpose of being viewed in the carefully studied surroundings of art galleries, they have certainly lost their intimate connection with life. What is a picture for, if not to put on one's own wall?...The proposition is as absurd as this: Should we eat our meals regularly from crude, thick dishes like those used in Greek restaurants, but go on solemn occasions to a restaurant museum where somebody's munificence would permit us to enjoy a meal on china of the most delicate design? The truly artistic life is surely that in which the aesthetic experience is not curtained off but is mixed up with all sorts of instruments and occupations pertaining to the round of daily life.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Eric Sloane

Farm life offers the complete satisfaction of knowing that each day's work has been truly productive, a joy scarce in present times. Yet strangely enough, the early American farmer's greatest satisfaction came not from his daily chores, but in his ability to make provisions for the future and an awareness of his part in fashioning the nation to come. He equipped his home with far heavier foundations than were necessary. He built his barn to last for centuries and he laid a rail fence to survive ten generations. He built stone walls that have lasted so long that they are now a permanent part of the landscape. None of these things are done now, nor do we often consider doing them
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Pleasure is antithetical to boredom; distraction gives us the illusion of not being bored. Distraction keeps us amused as we squander the distinct qualities that make us human.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Wendell Berry

“When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
William Blake
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
T. S. Elliot

We are the hollow men, we are stuffed men, leaning together, headpiece full of straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when we whisper together, are quite meaningless, as dry grass...
Elliot said this before he became a Christian.
O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
He said the above after he became a Christian.
Greene & Greene Architecture
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The Chief End of Man
It would be Scripturally false to leave out the second phrase - "and to enjoy Him forever."
The men who formulated this showed great wisdom and insight in saying, "and to enjoy Him forever." Nevertheless the first phrase is most important; in Christianity we have a non-determined God who did not need to create because there was love and communication within the Trinity, and yet having been created, we as men can glorify God. But we must feel the force of both sides of the issue. If we fail to emphasize that we can glorify God, we raise the whole question of whether man is significant at all. We begin to lose our humanity as soon as we begin to lose the emphasis that what we do makes a difference. We can glorify God and we can make God sad.
That is tremendous.
Francis Schaeffer
Monday, July 28, 2008
John Ruskin
Monday, July 21, 2008
Clifford Stoll
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Mine ear its whisper seems to catch.
In troubled thoughts from spectres of the night,
When falls on men the vision-seeing-trance,-
And fear has come, and trembling dread
And made my every bone to thrill with awe-
'Tis then before me stirs a breathing form;
O'er all my flesh it makes the hair rise up.
It stands; no face distinct can I discern;
An outline is before mine eyes;
Deep silence! then a voice I hear:
Is mortal man more just than God?
Is boasting man more pure than He who made him?
In his own servants, lo, he trusteth not,
Even on his angels dothe he charge defect.
Much more to them who dwell in homes of clay,
With their foundation laid in dust, and crumbled like the moth
From morn till night they're stricken down;
Without regard they perish utterly.
Their cord of life, is it not torn away?
They die-still lacking wisdom.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Neil Postman
Camille Paglia
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Adult Child
Friday, May 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts... they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
to weave it into fabric.
Randall Jarrell
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Art
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008

Even if all of the entertainment on television was inoffensive to Christian ethics and of the highest artistic merit, its form of communication (and form of knowing) encourages the aversion to abstraction, analysis and reflection that characterizes our culture at all levels. Thinking is often hard work. Television's surfeit of instant entertainment not only provides relief from such hard work; it offers an attractive, alternative way of knowing that makes reasoning seem anachronistic, narrow and unnecessary. Kenneth Meyers

















