Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Oh, how I look forward to growing just another year older today… and hopefully a little wiser also. However, age is an interesting conundrum. As we age, we move one step farther from the crib and one step closer to the grave. What does it all mean
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“Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead,” the Misfit continued, “and he shouldn’t have done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it’s nothing for you to do now but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn’t, then it’s nothing for you to
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“Vanity of vanities–all is vanity!” cries Qoheleth (or “the preacher”) in what is perhaps the most mysterious and eerily modern book in the Old Testament canon, Ecclesiastes. Whatever else one makes of this highly complicated work, it is clear that the broader literary horizon for Qoheleth is the account of creation’s internal sabotage and tragic fall in Genesis
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Bare ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang… –William Shakespeare There is something uniquely melancholy about a ruined church, I always think. Ruined castles are sometimes sad, too, especially when they bear the marks of violence. Abandoned homes always seem forlorn, as if they are fruitlessly waiting for the return of their former masters.
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The following is a true report of the happenings of 24th June 2010 in Central Park, Rochester, Minnesota, in my interactions with various personages of the Words Players, a very young but accomplished group of players who make it their business to put on the works of William Shakespeare and other excellent productions. During the
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Yesterday, some good friends of mine lost their grandfather. Although we often fear death as mighty and dreadful, it cannot truly kill us. As John Donne reminds us in Holy Sonnet X: “One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.” We pass through this earth
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