Sunday, November 25, 2007

About three pounds' worth

"I would like to buy three pounds' worth of God, please.
Not enough or explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
But just enough to equal a cup of warm milk, or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man, or pick beets with a migrant worker.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy three pounds of God, please."

–Wilbur Reese

Friday, November 23, 2007

Beauty and power

“She looked out into the sunshine. Her full face was not soft; it was controlled; kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since [her] children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply waved or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.”

--John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (The Viking Press: New York, 1939), 100.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Beautiful things

"The people in flight from the terror behind--strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever."

--Steinbeck: John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (The Viking Press: New York, 1939), 166.

All who are thirsty

Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat!

Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.

Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?

Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.

--Isa. 55:1–2

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

If necessary, use words

"Preach the gospel at all times - If necessary, use words."

~~Saint Francis of Assisi