The man waddles over to hand dryer, punches the button, and runs a black comb through his grey hair while the hot air pours over his body. He is short and round. Were he wearing a pin-striped suit, he could pass as some sort of mafia don. But he isn't wearing anything. And there he … Continue reading In Praise of Naked, Fat Guys (Sort Of, Not Really)
Art, beauty, aesthetics--these do not provide much for us in the way of utility and functionality, at least if we are thinking of those terms in their strictest of definitions. And yet, God seems to have filled our world with an abundance of beauty. We are naturally drawn to create art, to order our world … Continue reading What’s the Point of Beauty?
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end. Reason, … Continue reading “Holy Sonnet XIV” by John Donne
A soldier fighting a war in a far off distant land, returning home to reunite with family and friends: few things are more powerful. Children running forward, crying out for their parent's arms that have been absent for too long. Husband and wife, embracing one another amidst tears and kisses, clutching onto what has been robbed … Continue reading Why We Love it When Soldiers Come Home