Just a few weeks ago, an NPR report revealed the findings of several recent studies on parental smartphone dependence and the effect it has upon their children. The results are not surprising, filled with things we already know and, therefore, need to hear again and again.
“Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.”
- From “Manifesto: Mad Farmer Liberation Front” by Wendell Berry
We're getting pretty excited about this summer's conference! Here's a recent video from one of our speakers, Wes Callihan.
Bright red numbers glow, burning my sleep-heavy eyes. It takes a few moments for my brain to process what I’m seeing, but there’s little doubt now – “5:30.” Surely such horrific buzzing should be reserved for air raid alarms. I only use the torturous device when I have to awaken early, and then only for its persuasiveness. It is 5:30 a.m. on a Monday morning, and I do not want to get out of bed.
Several months ago, I posted an article that introduced the subject of patterns and types in St. Matthew’s gospel. Particularly, I pointed out how Matthew portrays Jesus as the beginning and the end, the fulfillment of all God’s promises. You can read part one here, if you like.
"It is easier to be enthusiastic about Humanity with a capital 'H' than it is to love individual men and women especially those who uninteresting, exasperating, depraved, or otherwise unattractive. Loving everybody in general may be an excuse loving no one in particular." – John Stott, commenting on 1st John 3:17
Journalist: “What are your thoughts on Hell?”
G.K. Chesterton: “I regard it as a thing to be avoided.”
One of the most obvious benefits of reading Dante’s Inferno is that it provides a vivid reminder that sin destroys and heaps horrific consequences upon the sinner. Temptation, by definition, entices one because of the apparent pleasure that the sinful act will bring, but Dante cuts through such transitory appearances, directing us to the frightening aftermath.
Paolo & Francesca
Leaning forward in the black and white armchair, I slowly close the back cover of The Rector of Justin, with whom I have spent much of the last day. It is fiercely cold outside and I can see the wind whipping violently through the bare trees and tall weeds of the seemingly endless snow-covered fields. The windows of my room groan with every gust.
I begin as many days as possible with this “Morning Prayer,” which I have seen attributed to both St. Basil the Great and Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow (1782-1867):
Awakened from his first swoon by a “monstrous clap of thunder,” Dante finds that they have crossed Acheron and are now positioned “on the very brink of the valley called the Dolorous Abyss, the desolate chasm where rolls the thunder of Hell’s eternal cry” (Canto IV.7-9).
Yet, as they descend into the first circle, Dante reports…
“No tortured wailing rose to greet us here
but sounds of sighing rose from every side,
sending a tremor through the timeless air,