Dignity

Nothing is as amazing as God’s grace. MacDonald’s sonnet captures it with an image that invites me to hand over something I hold dear. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »

Nothing is as amazing as God’s grace. MacDonald’s sonnet captures it with an image that invites me to hand over something I hold dear. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »

Have you read George MacDonald’s adult fantasy, Lilith? I couldn’t help making a connection between this sonnet, the plot of Lilith, and Easter. My comments follow the sonnet.
August 12
Thou art my knowledge and my memory,
No less than my real, deeper life, my love.
I will not fool, degrade myself to trust
In less than that which maketh me say Me,
In less than that causing itself to be.
Thou art within me, behind, beneath, above—
I will be thine because I may and must.George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress Press 1994

Do you know when and how to prune a grapevine? George MacDonald wrote this sonnet in August, when grape leaves often begin dropping naturally, hopefully exposing clumps of ripe grapes. My comments follow his sonnet. Read the rest of this entry »

How loathe I’ve been
To squander this life
To cast to the wind
Or drop into the ground
What I cannot save Read the rest of this entry »

Can you imagine a grapevine hoarding a single grape? Refusing to let it drop to the ground? George MacDonald suggests he might be a fool of a similar sort. Read on…. Read the rest of this entry »

In the late 1970s I was studying theology at Vanderbilt University. Getting through coursework and comprehensive exams was frightful enough. But more terrifying was the requirement that I write a dissertation that would Read the rest of this entry »

What have I stored up for later in the pantry of my mind? In the subterranean corners of my basement, or upstairs in the attic?
Stuff. Lots of it. Not bad stuff. In fact, Read the rest of this entry »