Posts Tagged ‘The Everlasting Man’
The God in the Cave
There is something defiant in Christmas also; something that makes the abrupt bells at midnight sound like the great guns of a battle that has just been won.
The God in the Cave
Where is the Holy child amid the Stoics and the ancestor-worshippers? Where is Our Lady of the Moslems, a woman made for no man and set above all angels? Where is St. Michael of the monks of Buddha, rider and master of the trumpets, guarding for every soldier the honour of the sword?
The God in the Cave
The place that the shepherds found was not an academy or an abstract republic, it was not a place of myths allegorised or dissected or explained or explained away. It was a place of dreams come true.
The God in the Cave
And though no man heard it, there was one far-off cry in an unknown tongue upon the heaving wilderness of the mountains. The shepherds had found their Shepherd.
The God in the Cave
God also was a Cave-Man, and had also traced strange shapes of creatures, curiously coloured, upon the wall of the world; but the pictures that he made had come to life.
2nd Day of Chesterton: The Long Commute
The best way to read while you drive. These are the three classic Chesterton books−his two pillars of apologetics and his first Fr. Brown collection. Listen on the road!
Warren H. Carroll, RIP
Warren H. Carroll, stalwart Chestertonian, founder of Christendom College, and author of the monumental five-volume History of Christendom series, died Sunday, July 17.
An Abyss Not for Our Thoughts
In this story of Good Friday it is the best things in the world that are at their worst. That is what really shows us the world at its worst.
Jesus Christ the Apple Tree
As a rule I generally do not like Protestant hymns. Give me good old Gregorian chant any day over the gushy sentimentalism of “A Mighty Fortress is our God” or “How Great Thou Art.” But I make an exception for “Jesus Christ the Apple Tree,” probably the finest Christmas carol ever written.
The Holy Mysticism of G.K. Chesterton
They were a scratch company of barbarians and slaves and poor and unimportant people; but their formation was military; they moved together and were very absolute about who and what was really a part of their little system; and about what they said, however mildly, there was a ring like iron.