Julian Onderdonk, Bluebonnets at Sunrise, 1917
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We Are Never Without Beauty by Tim Challies
We are never without beauty in this world—never without displays of splendor. We are never without beauty because God’s divine fingerprints are impressed on all he has made. We are never without beauty because we live in a world carefully crafted by the [one] who is himself beautiful, who is himself Beauty.
Why We Need the Psalms More Than Ever Before by Heather Ferngren Morton
We need an expansive vision. One that reveals this broken world as our Father’s world, which will someday be made new. One that sees Christ seated victorious on his throne at God’s right hand. The Psalms don’t just gesture to this reality; they usher us into it. We need them now more than ever before.
By Seamus Heaney
for Philip Hobsbaum
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.
Escondido, CA, August 2021
Check out more of what I’m up to in the reading department at Goodreads.
I wrote about sighting a Belted Kingfisher at Lake Hodges.
Here I talk about a hymn that has potential to promote a congregation’s emotional health, particularly when it comes to grief.
A short film about the oldest piano shop in Paris.
Check out last week’s newsletter, The Void of Absence.
Christ the King uses crumbling, mortal temples as the place where the treasure of his presence dwells.
— J. Todd Billings, The End of the Christian Life