I nearly wrote a post about a post of a certain Christian teenage blog that I at times heartily disagree with, then read this:

From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
From all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.

Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust instead
Of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and the needle’s eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.
-C.S. Lewis, Poems

Although I don’t fully ‘get it’ (because I haven’t given it enough time). I am convicted. Stupid brilliant literature – even though it rhymes. I am not going to write that post. Even though I really really want to.

props to Bob.


267535pw269.jpgI don’t need to go write my many posts on a Generous Orthodoxy (Brian McLaren) now, Mak has said lots of it for me. I’m sure I may go back to those folded corners, but for now I’ll sit in my blergh too much homework state or whatever else is turning my mood sour.

Isn’t sour an awful word when used like that?

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