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  • 86. Freaking Awesome Passage

    By now Penelope, Icarius' wise daughter,
    Had set her chair across from the suitors
    And heard the words of each man in the hall.
    During all their laughter they had been busy
    Preparing their dinner, a tasty meal
    For which they had slaughtered many animals.
    But no meal could be more graceless than the one
    A goddess and a hero would serve to them soon.
    After all, they started the whole ugly business.

    (Odyssey, 20.422-30,  Lombardo  trans.)

    There's a lot of eating in the Odyssey.  And there's a right way to do it when you're a guest in someone else's house.  The suitors have violated the unwritten code of xenia badly, and thus, their final "meal" they will be "graceless" and "ugly."  What a freaking awesome final sentence.


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  • 83. "Your years are a single today"


    “Perfect you are, beyond all change, and today does not reach its end in you, yet it does end in you, since all days are in you, nor could they have a course of transit not defined by you.  But your years never run out, your years are a single today; and our days, no matter how many–not only our own but those of all before us–run their course through it, with their own being and identity, while you alone are identical with yourself, so every tomorrow to come, every yesterday gone, is made in your today."

    Augustine, Confessions, 1.II (Garry Wills, trans.)

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  • 80. The tyranny of tyranny


    "But at that moment I glanced round at the crowd that had followed me. It was an immense crowd, two thousand at the least and growing every minute. It blocked the road for a long distance on either side. I looked at the sea of yellow faces above the garish clothes-faces all happy and excited over this bit of fun, all certain that the elephant was going to be shot. They were watching me as they would watch a conjurer about to perform a trick. They did not like me, but with the magical rifle in my hands I was momentarily worth watching. And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all. The people expected it of me and I had got to do it; I could feel their two thousand wills pressing me forward, irresistibly. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white man's dominion in the East. Here was I, the white man with his gun, standing in front of the unarmed native crowd — seemingly the leading actor of the piece; but in reality I was only an absurd puppet pushed to and fro by the will of those yellow faces behind. I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys. He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of a sahib. For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the ‘natives’, and so in every crisis he has got to do what the ‘natives’ expect of him. He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it. I had got to shoot the elephant. I had committed myself to doing it when I sent for the rifle. A sahib has got to act like a sahib; he has got to appear resolute, to know his own mind and do definite things. To come all that way, rifle in hand, with two thousand people marching at my heels, and then to trail feebly away, having done nothing — no, that was impossible. The crowd would laugh at me. And my whole life, every white man's life in the East, was one long struggle not to be laughed at."

    -George Orwell, "Shooting an Elephant"

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  • 76. Missionary Church: Richly Flavored Stew or Bland Baby Pablum?

    “The Missionary Church is a fascinating blend of five traditions–Anabaptism, Pietism, the Weslyan-holiness movement, the Keswickian-holiness movement, and evangelicalism.  It could be argued that the fifth one, evangelicalism, entails the other four.  But evangelicalism also includes many other traditions, some of which were historically opposed to the first four.  For example, if other evangelical traditions going back to the Reformation no longer persecute Anabaptists or burn them at the stake, they may still be antithetically opposed to Anabaptist viewpoints.  So evangelicalism both includes the four traditions, and yet also affirms other traditions that would strongly oppose them and, at a minimum, push them to the margins of the evangelical life and thought, if they could.

    Within the United States, the evangelical movement faces a particular danger, that of confusing national identity with political interests with the Christian faith.  Traditions such as Anabaptism and Pietism have resources to illumine such matters and bring evangelical responses into line with biblical teachings on church and state.  But if other, self-proclaimed evangelicals effectively silence voices from their Anabaptist and Pietist wings, they risk an enormous loss of biblical insight.

    So several questions remain for the Missionary Church.  Will she genuinely affirm those traditions which gave birth to her and shaped her for many decades?  Will the richness and insights of each tradition be celebrated?  Or will she cut herself off from her own roots in exchange for new ties with alien traditions from within the larger evangelical family?  Will the Missionary Church be driven primarily by biblical categories, or by the social, political, and cultural ones that have sometimes overtaken the evangelical movement in the United States?  The temptation may be to exchange the hard teachings of the first four traditions for a softer, generic evangelicalism.  The suggestion here is that it would be a tragic mistake for the Missionary Church to exchange her birthright, which is a richly flavored stew of thoroughly biblical traditions, for a bowl of bland baby pablum that bears the consumer-oriented “Made in America” brand of generic evangelicalism.”

    (Timothy Paul Erdel, “The Evangelical Tradition int he Missionary Church: Enduring Debts and Unresolved Dilemmas” in Reflections, Vol 13-14, 2011-2012).

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  • 72. Localism


    "If you understand your own place and its intricacy and the possibility of affection and good care of it, then imaginatively you recognize that possibility for other places and other people, so that if you wish well to your own place, and you recognize that your own place is a part of the world, then this requires a well-wishing toward the whole world. 
    In return you hope for the world’s well-wishing toward your place. 
    And this is a different impulse from the impulse of nationalism. This is what I would call patriotism: the love of a home country that’s usually much smaller than a nation." (Wendell Berry)
    You can hear the entire interview HERE--well worth 56 minutes of your time.

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  • 71. Boyhood

    "His mother decides that she wants a dog.  Alsations are the best--the most intelligent, the most faithful--but they cannot find an Alsatian for sale.  So they settle for a pup half doberman, half something else.  He insists on being the one to name it.  He would like to call it Borzoi because he wants it to be a Russian dog, but since it is not in fact a borzoi he calls it Cossack.  No one understands.  People think the name is kos-sak, food-bag, which they find funny.
    Cossack turns out to be a confused, undisciplined dog, roaming about the neighbourhood, trampling gardens, chasing chickens.  One day the dog follows him all the way to school.  Nothing he does will put him off: when he shouts and throws stones the dog drops his ears, puts his tail between his legs, slinks away; but as soon as he gets back on his bicycle the dog lopes after him again.  In the end he has to drag him home by the collar, pushing his bicycle with the other hand.  He gets home in a rage and refuses to go back to school, since he is late.

    Cossack is not quite full grown when he eats the ground glass someone has put out for him.  His mother administers enemas, trying to flush out the glass, but without success.  On the third day, when the dog just lies still, panting, and will not even lick her hand, she sends him to the pharmacy to fetch a new medicine someone has recommended.  He races there and races back, but he comes too late.  His mother's face is drawn and remote, she will not even take the bottle from his hands.

    He helps to bury Cossack, wrapped in a blanket, in the clay at the bottom of the garden.  Over the grave he erects a cross with the name 'Cossack' painted on it.  He does not want them to have another dog, not if this is how they must die."  (J.M. Coetzee, Boyhood: Scenes from Provincial Life, p. 49-50)

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  • 70. Borges

    Happy birthday, Jorge Luis Borges.

    "I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."
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  • 69. Joy in Persecution

    "Nothing has any value but the love of God and doing His will.  There is no happiness outside of Him.  The joy born from giving yourself totally to Him no man can take from you.  My only desire is to completely give myself up into the hands of God without any idea of turning back or of fear of what may happen to me."  (Jeanne Guyon, Intimacy With Christ, p. 13)

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  • 65. Listen to my life

    “Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.”

    ― Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation

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  • 62. On the education of teachers

    “For when she was hardly more than a girl, Miss Minnie had gone away to teacher’s college and prepared herself to teach by learning many cunning methods that she never afterward used.  For Miss Minnie loved children and she loved books, and she taught merely by introducing the one to the other.”

    -Wendell Berry, “A Consent”

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