When I say PERSONAL ANALYTICAL THINKING, I do not mean introspection nor do I necessarily imply the depression that comes with it. I mean the attempt we all make to constantly frame ourselves in an objective box of our own making so that, in order to better understand the world, we first go … Continue reading On OVER-THINKING And PERSONAL ANALYTICAL THINKING and Other Thoughts Inspired by What Seemed to be the Sad End of David Foster Wallace
I believe in the risen Savior, that before he rose, he lay in the grave for three days. He was the firstfruits of the grace I receive daily despite exuberant blessing and the apparent curses that accumulate onto my falling life as it falls like a boat sinking caked with curses like barnacles into a final baptism I … Continue reading April 4th, 2015
Back in 2010, when I was thirteen, I wrote my first substantial essay called “Faith and the Bible.” I have since kept it in a folder called “Old Thoughts.” The thoughts in that essay, though, are still very much current and alive for me. Towards the end of the essay, I wrote: “Lately, everything has … Continue reading New-Old Thoughts, Gould’s NOMA, Methodological Naturalism, Other Scary Terms, Chesterton Cliches, Why Christians Suck at Being Scientists and Writers (Why Atheists Suck Even More), and the Feelies
Their arms were all extended over the table, each one holding their curved silver ceremonial knives. The tapestry was there laying flat, black from all the threads of color running through it. Each one begged the other, borrowed land, stole properties, each reflected in the tapestry underneath them, stretching across the surface of the table … Continue reading …………………………………
When I was a teenager, I think the greatest lie I tricked myself into believing was that not being a child meant never getting excited about vacations or moved by music. I experienced both today and–if anything–I am far more easily affected by vacations and music now than ever before. I am “officially” going to … Continue reading March 12th, 2015
There is being grateful and there is also being unafraid. There is learning how to live and learning how to die. Gratitude feeds into fearlessness. To be fearless is to neither fear punishment nor a lack of life after this one. This world is bizarre enough for it to function in the way it does–the … Continue reading ………………………………..
The art of reading fiction is the art of seeing the experiences and beliefs of the author in his world and characters and where he places divisions between them.