So I’m jumping on this a little behind the times… and it’s a video game theme… but I see nothing to despise here and a lot to love. Here’s the song; the translation (taken from Wikipedia) is below that. Swahili English “Baba Yetu” Baba yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina! Baba yetu yetu uliye M jina lako e litukuzwe.Utupe leo chakula chetu Tunachohitaji, utusamehe Makosa yetu, hey! Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe Waliotukosea usitutie Katika majaribu, lakini Utuokoe, na yule, muovu e milele!Ufalme wako ufike utakalo Lifanyike duniani kama mbinguni. (Amina)… Read more Baba Yetu →
A good friend recently made a very kind assumption about me: that, if I had experienced God, I would not be willing to admit it. I haven’t answered the friend’s email yet, but it has made me think about my spiritual “privacy policy.” Orthodox Christianity has a “democracy” in the Chestertonian sense. The Church is strong, not just in her saints, but in her day-to-day faithful. The conviction and faithfulness and loyalty and spiritual intensity of these folk, and the willingness to patiently apply Christian obedience to everyday life, is… Read more Democracy and Aristocracy in Orthodox Christian Spiritual Experience →
When we Christians teach about the Old Testament sacrifices, we often place much emphasis upon the death of the animal. Do we believe that the moment of death is the moment that God reconciles himself to sinners? Does he venerate death so much? As a teenager I felt horror at the thought of the innocent animal, completely unconcerned in this divine drama, dying for sins that people had committed, because God was otherwise unable to forgive. My viewpoint now is a little different. It’s been a while since I examine… Read more Christ The Quiet Conversationalist →
Descriptions have a really bad name in the world of publishing and writing. Apparently the present-day reader so dreads a passage of justified text, without any quotation marks, that we writers have to be advised to sprinkle the description in little by little amongst the dialogue. Is this because descriptions are bad, only allowed in out of tolerance in the early days of the novel because readers then didn’t know better? Or is it because descriptions have been done so badly for so long that we have become conditioned to… Read more C. S. Lewis and The Secret To Writing Descriptions in Novels →
What is that thing that is missing from your life which, when you think of it or see it held by others, makes you weep? Our world is so reduced… Read more What Makes Me Weep →
Recently a friend told a brief story which was meant to illustrate the point that we often interpret others through a screen of our own tendencies. My friend was driving… Read more Is Sweet Poetry Bad Poetry? →
I’ve pretty much been writing a poem a day for a while. So far I’ve been able to salvage 5. Dance When he whirls her round and round her patterned waist rat-tatts his hands. Her mind is oppositely wound and cannot spin with beer and glands surrender to a lilting sound and yield a body for a flower. She wants a word of power. What brief and commonplace return does he expect he can extract with mutterings of burn and yearn? What deep attention she’d exact – he ought to… Read more Five Poems: Poem 1, Dance →
Slow Literature 