For the weekend crowd, this is a sampling of what we’ve been reading this week. Over at the Intercollegiate Review our friend Anthony Esolen writes this: Why read at all if you are not going to accept the work on its own terms? Criticism becomes nothing more than an imposition of the self upon the […]
Every once in a while in my life I have come across metaphors which have opened my eyes to the hope of heaven. They have driven me to understand what it will mean to see Christ face to face and to be like Him. The first time I remember was while reading the book of
A Footnote to All Prayers by C.S. Lewis He whom I bow to only knows to whom I bow. When I attempt the ineffable name, murmuring Thou, And dream of Phaedian fancies and embrace in heart Symbols (I know) which cannot be the thing Thou art. Thus always, taken at their word, all prayers blaspheme,
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