The Quaker abolitionist poet John Greenlief Whittier says in the opening lines of his autobiography,
“I was born on the 17th of December, 1807, in the easterly part of Haverhill, Mass., in the house built by my first American ancestor, two hundred years ago. [...]
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February Fiction – John Greenlief Whittier
Posted in February Fiction on February 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
February Fiction – Poetic Reflection on 2 Tim 3:16
Posted in February Fiction on February 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Theopneustos
A Meditation on 2 Tim 3:16
By Daniel Baker
To be so close as to feel breath-on-face,
To feel the tingle of softly spoken silent-whispers,
To take in like oxygen
the phrases and syllables and engraved-tablet-thoughts of All-Creator,
To traverse the mile-high canyon to the heart of All-loving, All-merciful, All-grace,
To catch the silhouette of the Un-seen,
feel like Summer thunder the Un-predictable,
open [...]
February Fiction: Welcome to Chihuaha, home of the women killers and drug lords. (by Ashley Arnold)
Posted in February Fiction on February 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Gene Veith in his book, Between the Lines, contemplates what it means to read poetry as a Christian, regardless of the spirituality of the author. His thoughts are helpful:
“When I read any poem, I find myself meditating on reality as established by God and on the human condition. Because a poem demands [...]
February Fiction: Thinking Deeply about Important Things with Charles Wesley
Posted in February Fiction on February 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Older hymns–not their commercialized abridgment, but their original completeness–often arrest us. The best ones aren’t content with short and small thoughts, but feel the burden of the whole story; “short and catchy” was not typically what they were after. “Depth of Mercy” by Charles Wesley is one of those “whole story” kind of [...]
February Fiction: Flannery O’Connor speaks on the Christian Novelist
Posted in February Fiction on February 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“The novelist with Christian concerns will find in modern life distortions which are repugnant to him, and his problem will be to make these appear as distortions to an audience which is used to seeing them as natural; and he may well be forced to take ever more violent means to get his vision [...]
February Fiction: A Short Story by Julie Billheimer
Posted in February Fiction on February 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Julie Billheimer has created a monologue to explore a passage of Scripture:
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Jephthah’s Daughter
(A monologue for a daughter based on Judges 11)
by Julie Billheimer- 2005
(Enter a young maiden holding a tambourine horrified, and stricken with fear, and grief.) Two months…I have just two more months to li..(She trails off in grief not wanting to [...]
February Fiction: A Poem by Karsten Piper
Posted in February Fiction on February 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
John Piper said on this poem by his son, “I promise you it is not what you expect.” He is right.
Luke 18.25
by Karsten Piper
He spread his blanket on the sand,
kneeled and arranged his bowls and tools:
hook, mallet, clamp, chisel, rasp, razor.
His smile glinted in the rongeur’s claws,
and upside down in [...]
February Fiction: New Yorker exposes us!
Posted in February Fiction on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
February Fiction: “I Was Made to Worship You” by Julie Billheimer
Posted in February Fiction on February 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP YOU
(Julie Billheimer – 2002)
Verse 1:
Giver of all life,
Creator of my soul.
In You alone is joy and light.
Your beauty I extol.
Sitting at Your feet,
How I love to be with You, my God!
Adoration pouring from my heart in praise to You.
I’m gripped by this great truth.
I was made to worship You
I was [...]
February Fiction: A Poem by Ashley Arnold
Posted in February Fiction on February 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Please post your comments to Ashley’s poem or send her an email…
To My Grandmother, whom I miss dearly
Tell her that I’m blue and lonely, dreamy Carolina moon
A phone call last week
Produced from you a memory
A sweet melody from you mother,
From Dean Martin.
Carolina moon keep shining, shining on the one who waits for me
I sang to [...]
