A Poem for Christmas
Christmas is an inherently imaginative time of year when we see the world as it is: crammed with heaven. God sent his son, Jesus, as a child,
Christmas is an inherently imaginative time of year when we see the world as it is: crammed with heaven. God sent his son, Jesus, as a child,
Here’s a Christmas song to help us re-imagine ourselves. Ironically, the pictures aren’t really that applicable so close your eyes while you listen. I Am Joseph, by Steven
Our mental ruin has been wrought by wild reason, not by wild imagination. –from Orthodoxy
Imagine this: Christmas Eve. My family opens presents on Christmas Eve and my father always buys each of us something special. On the Christmas of my fifteenth year, I knew what my gift would be
People travel from all over the world to fly-fish the St. Joe. Celebrities find momentary anonymity while fly-fishing: waders, vest, and fly pole are the
A distinguishing mark of great stories is the human tension, the conflict, that shapes the characters. Longings, failures, ambitions, sins, and desires all play significant
Follow me and we’ll take a peak behind that veil to better understand why God gave us, his characters, an imagination. Let’s take our memories—each one of
“O me! For why is all around us here…as if the world were wholly fair, but that these eyes of men are dense and dim, and have not power to see it as it is: