Nowadays, everyone has an opinion. And with the helpful, yet overwhelming, introduction of the internet, all of a sudden Shakespeare’s famous quote “all the world’s a stage” has new meaning.
So what is the point of a blog? In this day and age, I’m realizing that blogs are often multi-purpose, but the ultimate thing they tend to do is self-promote.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m most definitely not hating on blogs. Considering I have one, that would be pretty stupid of me. But what I’m getting at is the indicator that blogs represent in our culture, in our human condition. Continue reading →
as push comes to shove, and what feels like my home is covered in wildfires, I returned to one of my favorite poems: “As the Ruin Falls” by good ol’ Clive Staples Lewis. The man is a genius, I tell you. A wordsmith who creates prose that severs the flashy, pretend humility from our souls and paints written pictures of eternal purposes. In-freaking-credible. I hope this blesses you as much as it always blesses me.
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I talk of love –a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek– But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. And everything you are was making My heart into a bridge by which I might get back From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains.