Category archives for christianity
Come, Lord Jesus.
I don’t have much to say. I’ll try to write more often.
Cathedral of St. John the Divine, New York
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body. Convinced of this, I know that I will remain, and I will continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith, so that through my being with you again your boasting in Christ Jesus will abound on account of me.
I was thinking the other day about Art and how though I think I’d kind of questioned it or given up on it, it has shaped me. Photographs really permanently palpably changed me.
It would be hubris for me to echo all Paul claims, and I don’t mean to do so, but still, it makes sense right now.
I feel, I explained yesterday, like I’m sitting in the kitchen while God cooks dinner. No conversation, but there’s contact, care.
This is, I guess, my “finding-yourself” year; taken because everyone told me I ought to. I’m no more convinced of the value of this time than I was six months or a year ago, but I’m nearly a quarter of the way in, I suppose.
The human person, like Israel, is invited, expected, and insistently urged to engage in a genuine interaction that is variously self-asserting and self-abandoning, yielding and initiative-taking.
Walter Brueggemann, Theology of the Old Testament
Let’s be real: it’s been a tough summer. It’s been a really good one, I wrote a week or two ago, “oddly and unexpectedly.” Barefoot sidewalk, brambley, pebbly, climbing, sitting, solitary summer (blackberries really do have thorns: they are brambles, Sleeping Beauty-style!); a photogenic one, but a difficult one, but a good one.
Nolan and I were in the car on Sunday waiting for the bridge to go down, playing KANYE (the song, not the artist) very, very loudly with the windows down, and it was so so so good. Maybe a few days here and there have been enough to make it a social summer, quiet as it’s been. This morning became much better with the song coming on again, loud loud loud in my ears.
O Friends, I’ll love you ’til the record stops. Which, really, is never.
I’ve been engrossed in Brueggemann on the Old Testament in my spare time this summer, and it’s been fascinating. I’m enthralled by the way the world works, which is, a dialectical, dialogical, not at all logical “Way the World Works” kind of way; comforting assertions that life is just as strange and interesting as it seems.
I’ve been thinking, too, about J. K. Rowling, and how she was actually perhaps right to make Harry Potter all about love and friendship and so on. It is a very strange thing, when you consider it, especially from a continent away: Why do humans become so attached to other human beings? We’re all just little human beans, not too unique or kind, but we wrap ourselves around each other in the funniest ways. I think it’s good.