I really like the ‘highlander’ green floss and the way it looks with the gold tinsel in this winged wet I tied today

It’s St Patrick’s day, and since St Patrick spoke out against slavery I’m happy to share a Gaelic Blessing so, instead of feeling enslaved, Every One may feel blessed and freely turn to the Light that shines in the Book of Kells and felt in the Book of Creation:

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.
Deep peace of Christ,
of Christ the light of the world to you.
Deep peace of Christ to you.


I think this piece by Andrew Sullivan reviewing an important dialogue between Pinker and Deneen encapsulates more eloquently my thoughts over the last months about our time, and presents the seemingly competing considerations thoughtful people have to deal with today- I still haven’t settled on the matter whatsoever- it would be foolish to ignore the questions raised, though

I have mostly conservative principles, so I’m usually more worried about the baby when everyone seems in a hurry to throw out the bath water- but I think this dialogue started with Deneen and Pinker shows us that we’re at a point when we’ve collectively lost sight of the baby altogether

The freedom of priorities revisited again

11 March 2018: So, I just finished reading Anna Karenina, and near the end someone quotes Matthew 10 “I have not come to bring peace, but a sword,” which is the passage that most disturbed Levin in the Gospels. The clarity and utter refreshment that he feels in his conversion at the end of the story isn’t shaken by this political discussion about war. It is that freedom of priorities Varenka shows Kitty in the heart of the story. I am reminded that Jesus also called us to love our enemies, and that sword is the sword to cut off your hand if it causes you to sin- to cut away the things that evil tempts you to think are between you and God, or to cut away the false gods that seize you and make you feel stuck, preventing you from being with Him. It’s the love that cuts off those chains and frees the sinner. Like one of my English professors pointed out when we were talking about the Faerie Queen: it’s the reverse order of the French lyrics to O Canada- ‘your arm knows how to carry the cross [and that’s why] your arm knows how to wield the sword.’ I should add it’s regrettable Spenser wasn’t as virtuous in his views of the Irish, though.

The original musing before the new year: I wrote about the freedom you feel when, like Kitty in Anna Karenina, you find what’s most important- what you would give everything for- and how that gets everything in line and gets you moving again. When you find that out, you can easily give up most things and you can have the courage to give up harder things when called upon. I think of the story of Aron Ralston in the movie 127 hours: that’s an intense physical version of what you would sacrifice to be able to move again and live! Here’s hoping that everyone finds what is most important in 2019!

I was talking to an intriguing character on a ferry and he half-jokingly called me a pagan, and this threw me through a loop and I ended up stammering that I am a wandering non-denominational Christian today. I quickly had a sinking feeling about that description- I would have preferred wayfaring, journeying, or wondering. I think the wandering part is more honest most of the time, though, and that’s why it came out. I wander between denominations, but it made me seriously think how much I wander in other senses of the the word.

Well, like Gandalf wrote to Frodo: ‘not all those who wander are lost,’ but I do feel lost much of the time, or enjoying the beauty of God’s creation while wandering at the better times. I have a relationship with Jesus, and when I truly confess and praise it’s the best of times, but my prayer life is so very far off from Brother Lawrence’s example, for example. So, I’m glad that the unflattering description that came out of my mouth grated on me and frightened me about how much I go my own misguided way because it’s spurred me to be more committed, to be closer to the Lord so that if I wander I don’t feel lost. I know where and why I am. If there is an upside to the wandering it is that I have seen and paid attention to the Light in my travels in Catholic schools, and Reformed Christian schools, and liberal mainline churches. I have noticed the Light in every Christian denomination I have experienced. I don’t expect to change the non-denominational part, and I don’t necessarily want to change the wandering part- just my religious experience of it.

I hope I’m like the children in Kipling’s poem ‘The Way through the Woods,’ in that, though it looks like I’m wandering, I’m following the long lost way through the woods and Jesus is with me when I feel lost, because there is no road through the woods

The first time I was asked about my faith in public was on a bus back when I was in University. I replied that I didn’t know if I was ready to be a Christian, and-although I know that I need to give more of myself- I am getting closer and I can say honestly that I have a budding faith, so that this wandering period I described this second time I was asked could be part of a journey back to God after all.

That reminds me of a C.S. Lewis essay where he writes that the further along you are on your faith journey the harder God seems to be with you (with the prime example of Matthew 27 and Mark 15), which reminds me of making maple syrup this time of year: the sap is sweet until the buds appear, and that’s when the leaf starts taking in carbon dioxide and emitting oxygen. The conversion is sweet and for me it was intense relief and revitalization, but then God let’s you give as much as you possibly can and, while you are happy and blessed, it’s not always a nice wandering walk in the park.

*I’ve been trying to restrain my smartphone usage during Lent to be less distracted, and I felt impelled to write this on my smartphone- God’s foolishness is wiser than my wisdom!

I screened ‘Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans’ in my basement (you can see my cousin’s lovely glass art and my inherited mission clock)

I screened ‘Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans’ in my basement (you can see my cousin’s lovely glass art and my inherited mission clock)

‘… I couldn’t give up hope. I know the tides… I went around the point’

It is our weaknesses that overwhelm us with bitterness at times when going through trials and temptations, until they are overcome by the true sweetness of grace, which draws us closer to the ones we love and fills us with the capacity to love. It is the memory of the bitterness that equips us to help others and the memory of the sweetness that gives us the opportunity.

There hasn’t been anything better on screen since. I’d say most movies are different in kind, and only Marty and Silver Linings Playbook earnestly call on the same strengths to slightly lesser degrees.