Category: Journal

  • I’m aging like milk

    I’m aging like milk

    Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough…

  • It’s almost always fangs

    It’s almost always fangs

    When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole through them. Picking out all the little details and imperfections you’d never stare long enough to notice if they’d even just return your gaze. You realize that they can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth. Sometimes it’s fangs.

  • He left a mark

    He left a mark

    “The character of Jesus has not only been the highest pattern of virtue, but the strongest incentive in its practice, and has exerted so deep an influence that it may be truly said that the simple record of three short years of active life has done more to regenerate and to soften mankind than all…

  • How did I get here?

    How did I get here?

    For several decades we psychologists looked upon the whole matter of sin and moral accountability as a great incubus and acclaimed our liberation from it as epoch making. But at length we have discovered that to be free in this sense, that is, to have the excuse of being sick rather than sinful, is to…

  • Sometimes I’m walking alone

    Sometimes I’m walking alone

    I walked a mile with Pleasure;She chatted all the way;But left me none the wiserFor all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow;And ne’er a word said she;But, oh! The things I learned from her,When Sorrow walked with me. Robert Browning Hamilton

  • Curse my sweet tooth

    “I counted my years and found that I have less time to live from here on than I have lived up to now.I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: he ate the first with pleasure, but when he realized that there were few left, he began to enjoy them intensely. I…

  • Right through my fingers

    Right through my fingers

    Everything around me is evaporating.My whole life,my memories,my imagination…But I have in meall the dreams in the world. Fernando Pessoa

  • You can run on for a long time

    You can run on for a long time

    A greedy man once yearned for more, so the fool began to borrow.He ate and drank and told the bank, “I’ll pay the debt tomorrow.”But as both dolt and purse grew fat, the calendar grew thinner.The debt collector had enough and hungered for his dinner.The coward ran, with coin in hand, but come dawn, lost…