Some Time Still

Many thanks again, both to Kelly Belmonte for prodding me to guest post, and to Holly Ordway for indefatigable help in editing a half a dozen drafts of this! Some Time Still Emily Dickinson says: The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her...
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In the Face of What Devils May Do: C. S. Lewis’ Re-Adjustment and the Defeat of Despair

Many thanks to Kelly Belmonte for her offer to guest for her fantastic, intrigiuing, and very redemptively challenging blog All Nine.  Here’s what I wrote for her: I have been grappling recently with a cycle of unpublished sonnets by Joy Davidman, Lewis’ future wife, and in so doing have delved back again into Lewis’ sometimes troubling, sometimes transcendent poetry. When her kind...
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On Hope

I have this rather vexed relationship with hope. I’m the kid who always wished on falling stars, who screwed his eyes up tight on birthdays thinking that might help the wishes to come true. The one who pulled up dandelions at every chance I got and took the deepest breath I could so I might blow off every seed and see what I most hope for come true. I aspire. The Latin has this just right:...
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Resolute

I know, I know. It’s the season for resolutions that’ll evaporate all too soon: unrealistic, unmet, maybe even unmeant, and unarguably certain to fall by the wayside. Are you kidding? Work starts tomorrow and I’ll never do all I intended to. I know what Mark Twain said on 1 January 1863: “Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week...
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The First Day of Christmas

The first day after angels sing, That’s when all it begins, for babies scream, yes, even Him, and smell, and eat, and do not understand, and so squall all the more. There Mary sits alone, for Joseph’s gone to find the Registry, Likely to stand in line for hours and frustrated, with far too much time to contemplate this child he didn’t choose, but now must change (for...
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Fr. Scott Irwin: In Memoriam

It is with deep sadness that I pass along news of the passing of the Rev. Scott Irvin.  Those of you who have joined us at Camp Allen anytime in the last eight years will remember this warm, gregarious, and gentle man with his ready smile and his twinkling eyes. While we rejoice that he now lives in the light of the Son of God, we mourn, though with hope, for his wife Janice, his family, and for...
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