Orviston and Jove
Akin to a crow's nest.
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Had to do an “artistic project” for my class on Grief, Loss, Death & Dying.
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Chat reblogged from For the Love of Wisdom and the Wisdom of Love
- Obama: Metaphor metaphor, concept of good will, empty statement without specification!
- Tumblr: HE'S OUR HERO
- Ron Paul: Establish problem. Explain problem. Establish plan to solve problem. Plan plan plan, forseen results of plan, reasonable conclusion.
- Tumblr: This guy is the devil.
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Quote reblogged from For the Love of Wisdom and the Wisdom of LoveIntegrity and honesty, not objectivity and certainty, are the highest virtues to which the theological enterprise can aspire.
John Shelby Spong (via bananena)
Word.
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Quote reblogged from For the Love of Wisdom and the Wisdom of LoveIn the life of the individual when love awakens it is older than everything else, because when it exists it seems as if it has existed for a long time; it presupposes itself back into the distant past until all searching ends in the inexplicable origin.Søren Kirkegaard (via acceptandembrace)
(Source: philosophilae)
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Marble woman, vainly sleeping
In the very death of dreams!
Wilt thou—slumber from thee sweeping,
All but what with vision teems—
Hear my voice come through the golden
Mist of memory and hope,
And with shadowy smile embolden
Me with primal Death to cope?
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The the sculptors all pursuing,
Have embodied but their own,
Round their visions, form enduring,
Marble vestments thou has thrown,
But thyself, in silence winding,
Thou has kept eternally,
Thee they found not, many finding—
I have found thee: wake for me.
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Rest is now filled full of beauty,
And can give thee up, I ween,
Come thou forth, for other duty
Motion pineth for her queen.
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Or, if needing years to wake thee
From thy slumbrous solitudes,
Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee
To the friendly, sleeping woods.
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Sweeter dreams are in the forest
Round thee storms would never rave,
And when need of rest is sorest
Glide thou then into thy cave.
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Or, if still thou choosest rather
Marble, be its spell on me,
Let thy slumber round me gather,
Let another dream with thee!
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Or art thou Death, O woman? for since I
Have set me singing by thy side,
Life hath forsook the upper sky,
and all the outer world hath died.
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Yea, I am dead, for thou hast drawn
My life all downward unto thee.
Dead moon of love! let twilight dawn:
Awake! and let the darkness flee.
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Cold lady of the lovely sont!
Awake! or I shall perish here;
And thou be never more alone,
My form and I for ages near.
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But words are vain, reject them all—
They utter but a feeble part:
Hear thou the depths from which they call
The voiceless longing of my heart.
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Video reblogged from was kommen mag
This is a documentary on Pre-millenial Dispensationalist theology edited Derrick Sims. (He made the video to help his friend finish his masters in theology—Derrick is not a Christian, so don’t go attacking him if you disagree with the documentary.)
Premillenial Dispensationalism is, more or less, everything I fight against within Christianity. Interestingly, it seems like it’s usually the straw man that is attacked by non-believers, as well. It’s total garbage, and was invented a little more than a century ago. It has seeped into the consciousness of American Christianity on such a popular level that many people don’t know that there is about 1900 years of Church history before any of that crap was invented. Its unconditional support for Israel, its dominionist ideology which flouts any environmental concerns, its Pietist self-aggrandizement, and—as the documentary points out well—its reliance on Manichaeism to explain the nature of God and the world all evidence the fact that this understanding of the narrative of Scripture and salvation is nothing more than a dangerous heresy.
Agreed Kyles. Worth watching.
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A ship am I upon this sea,
With none but you to rescue me.
Tossed and torn and shamed by scorn
My spirit yearns for coming morn.
But night is long and I am weak,
My soul does tremble and I do weep.
I weep for time and love ill spent
On things of man, not heaven sent.
But through your grace and by your hand,
A broken man finds strength to stand.
So stand I will and sing your praise
Until you take me from this place.
And if dawn should find me dead
At Heavens gate Ill rest my head,
Till Sun has come and moon has gone,
To spend forever in your arms.
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5 years ago I wrote this while sitting in St. Peters in London. Theologically I disagree with “me” of 5 years ago. I am also critical of “his” writing, but I still like the kids heart :)
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What are we but forms of the self-acknowledging light that brings us warmth and song from time to time? Lip and flower, hand and leaf, tongue and song, what are we but welcomers of that ancient joy, always coming, always passing?Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems. 1983 I
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Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.Pedro Arrupe, S.J.
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Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.
Where there is sorrow there is holy ground. Some day people will realise what that means. They will know nothing of life till they do
-Oscar Wile, De Profundis
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Photo reblogged from Ladder to the Stars
INVITATION FOR SUBMISSION
Tim Gatto of Bit By Zues and I are teaming up to create a photo zine/book. We’d like you to be a part of it. Click through to read all the details.
Feel free to reblog/share if you know people who would like to submit.
Get it older brother :)
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