Theology


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May 12

Litany of Light

Sometimes when you dig through old files on an old computer you find things you forgot you had.

When I was in college I bought a Dell which got me through all my studies. It had a whopping 256MB of RAM (this was in 2001) and probably about 4 GB of storage space. (Ha! I remember still carting around 1.44 floppies…)

Anyway, that computer is functional to this day, although right now it is currently not in use. Yes, Windows XP lingers on after a decade of dazzling us with visualizations in Windows Media Player.

But I’m getting away from the point. About six months ago I decided to grab all the files I considered ‘valuable’ off it and transfer them to my Mac. Initially I was concerned that it was going to be a lot, but then I remembered that the entirety of the hard drive could fit on the flash drive that hangs off my keychain…

250MB later I had the culmination of my college career and subsequent musical foibles all safely stowed on the Mac. I briefly browsed through the contents on and off, but never did a very serious examination of the contents. Continue reading →


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May 12

A Lovely Sight

But what do I love, O God, when I love Thee? Not the beauty of a body nor the rhythm of moving time. Not the splendor of light, which is so dear to the eyes. Nor the sweet melodies in the world of sound of all kinds. Not the fragrance of flowers, balms and spices. Not manna and not honey; not the bodily members which are so treasured by carnal embrace. None of this do I love when I love my God. And yet I do love a light and a sound and a fragrance and a delicacy and an embrace, when I love my God, who is light and sound and fragrance and delicacy and embrace to my interior man. There my soul receives a radiance that no space can grasp; there something resounds which no time can take away; there something gives a fragrance which no wind can dissipate; there something is savored which no satiety can make bitter; there something is embraced which can occasion no ennui. This is what I love when I love my God.

Our feet of flesh feel so firmly planted on the earth, while our spirits ache to soar beyond this mortal vale. How often we perceive the intangible aspects of our selves as a wisp of smoke or a transparent ghost, through which the solid chucks of rock that form our home can pass without a care.

The modern world has in many respects slain the soul, standing in triumphant stance, yet even as this withered notion lies dying at our feet we still feel the tug towards something more, something good, something beautiful. Perhaps we have finally noticed, too late to resuscitate an asphyxiated spirit, allowing our even our art to become simply an artifact.

It’s easy to divide ourselves into two, but this divorce can only end in murder. For if to have the feeling, to see the sight or to hear the sound is nothing beyond the sense in its action, the reception becomes more real than the receiver, until even the reception loses all meaning and coherence.

Or the ideal may have its revenge, and only the spiritual has solid form- these bodies of flesh at best a temple, at worst a prison.

The biblical picture of man is not rooted in a tension between body and soul, but in the wholeness of the union, without which each cannot be truly itself. In fact, it would not be an itself at all.

There is instead the radical notion that this fragile frame of bone and blood is who I am; without it I as who I am would have no coherence. We can feel the frustration of the seeming limitation of embodiment, but the irony is that this very feeling is in itself the vindication. It opens up the space in which I can approach the world, in which I can commune with God.

This embodied nature of our existence molds and shapes the way we relate to reality. In this manner our senses are not just a purely physical action, a mode of perceiving the data of the world or receiving the images around us. Rather, there is a spiritual analogue to sense, as St. Augustine suggests in the opening passage.

To be open to the world that God has created, to be open to love- these demand of us a willingness to receive. Much like the eyes must be open to see, and in the act of seeing offer a stance of humility to the world, so our entire posture of self in relation to God must be one of acceptance, ever ready to be dazzled by the sublime or content with the mundane. After all, while an eclipse may take our breath away, the awe of a sunset is no less for its regularity.

In this manner, the way in which we perceive reality in all its panoply is wholly conditioned by the way in which we receive it- either with gratitude and humility, or entitlement and resentment. If we open ourselves to God, we must do so with eyes wide open.

Our senses are such that we are by default always ready for the new, for the unknown. In fact, the very embodied nature of our being routinely expects the unexpected. Yet when it comes to our posture towards the divine we often settle for silence, never waiting with baited breath or anticipating anything beyond the shallowness we far too often bring to the altar.

As Dionysius the Areopagite states, we know of God that he is and what he is not. Such knowledge implicitly creates the divide, for if we are, then we are what God is not. This tension forms the chasm we seek to bridge, a divide distilled deep in our being. Our eyes feel too physical, and even to gaze beyond seems a fool’s errand.

But in Jesus the God who is what we are not becomes what we are. The sight in which all being has its foundation finds itself within that field of view. This perfect union of God and Man directs us to see the underlying reality of what it is to be: To truly be what we are we must become what God sees of us.

If our sight (as in the thought of St. Thomas) is by its very constitution present to things external to itself, then to be in union with God is to be present and open to God’s being, in an analogy of how God is always present and open to us. This vision of finding itself within the gaze of Seeing itself is nothing less than the Beatific Vision, which is, in the Incarnation, finally shown to be both the Beginning and the End of our being.

Here we discover Beauty in all its fullness and in all its irresistibleness, in all its fire and in all its purging. Desire which could be quenched but left destitute for the filling now finds depths it never knew, a satiety that overflows. It is not merely the intellection of a mind nor the perception of a spirit, but even (and necessarily) the feeling where the totality of who we are are in our body-soulness ceases its struggle against itself and finally rests at ease in the presence of its Creator.

This attitude is the relinquishing of flight, the gladly acknowledged peace of the blissful humility of not being God.1 For God has taken the burden, so to speak, of becoming man upon himself. The early church’s axiom was that which was not assumed was not healed. The Incarnation is not simply a salve on the wound, but a complete transformation; not a changing that leaves itself behind but a transfiguration that carries itself to greater heights. Our flesh has ceased being an obstacle; it has become a means and a mediation. It has ceased being a veil to become a perception.2

God does not call us away from our senses but rather makes them the locus for meeting with him. Jesus didn’t require that Thomas disdain the viscerality of his doubts, to subsume them under a flesh-less faith, but instead stretched forth his hands so Thomas could touch the wounds.

Love alone, according to St. Augustine, is capable of sight.

To love God is to be open to reality with gratefulness, to be present to God in the totality of our being. In this way we receive, and since God is the source of love, this is the way we love.

  1. Hans Urs von Balthasar, Seeing the Form
  2. Paul Claudel, Sensation du Divin’

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May 12

Art and Theology

I do not worship matter, but the Creator of matter, who for my sake became material and deigned to dwell in matter, who through matter effected my salvation… —St. John of Damascus

And the Word became flesh, and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. – St. John

Human societies, as diverse as they may be, tend to have in common at least two things: art, from a courting song on a simple stone flute to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and theology, from the crudest idol to the most abstract system. Nor have these two necessarily been strange bed-fellows, but have often offered each other their highest expression.

But art and theology do not always get along. Christianity has had its dark days, and perhaps none more visceral than the Iconoclastic controversy. While the history is rather complicated, (and purposefully compacted here for the sake of time) it involved a group of people (the Iconoclasts, which means ‘image-breakers’) who were opposed to the creation, display and veneration of icons because of what they perceived to be a latent idolatry. That is, if God is invisible and transcendent, and if Jesus is God, then any depiction of Jesus is idolatrous because the divine nature cannot be depicted materially. Thus, one would only be painting a man, and if one were to point to this image and say ‘this is Jesus, who is God in the flesh’, one would be guilty of calling an image God, which would be idolatry.

The Seventh Ecumenical Council (also known as the Second Council of Nicea) convened to settle the controversy. It was determined that the Iconoclastic position was both theologically and logically deficient, and that it was both good and right to employ icons and artistic depictions because they point beyond themselves to their prototype- that is, to that which they represent.

I mentioned this was one of the more visceral moments in Christian history. Here’s why: ultimately, the question was not simply about if one can artistically depict something theological; rather, it comes down to this most fundamental of questions: is matter good? This question essentially fueled all of the Christological questions and controversies throughout most of Christianity’s existence- is Jesus God? Is Jesus both human and God? Does Jesus have a human will? All of these questions hinge on the answer to how we are going to approach matter- is it something good, or something evil?

The Incarnation is, in a sense, an apologetic, a justification of the goodness of creation. In the hard-fought battles of the theological controversies, the goodness of creation was ultimately defended, inch by inch the space for its place in salvation history ensured through bitter struggle. The logic of the Incarnation- that Jesus is completely God, that Jesus is completely man, and that these two natures exist within one subject (person) without losing what is essential to God-ness or human-ness- opened up a new way to approach art. In Jesus, God has a human face- in Jesus God has concretely revealed himself to us through creation. A reciprocal relationship is thus established: God comes to us through a man; we therefore come to God through a man. After all, it was Jesus- the God-man- who said “No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Because of this radical affirmation of the goodness of creation, art truly has something to say to theology. For the Christian, however, the inverse is also true- theology truly has something to say to art.

Art has the ability to embody, so to speak, concepts in a way that words cannot. We are ultimately not just a mind, and so words and concepts, abstractions and postulations cannot comprise the totality of the expression of reality. As embodied beings, we approach the world through our senses, and, as a consequence, unless theology is able to speak viscerally, one might wonder if it is able to speak in more than a whisper, or even at all.

The sacraments themselves, being outward, visible expressions of an inward grace, demonstrate the way in which the supernatural and the nature work together. In the sacraments, something in creation (water in baptism, for example) is the means by which grace is conveyed. In baptism the water is a symbol, in that it signifies a similarity to what is being done spiritually, but it is at the same time not merely a symbol, but is an integral component of the sacrament. Baptism (and the other sacraments) is a reminder that the dichotomy we tend to make between the spiritual and the physical, between the soul and the body can never be absolute.

But neither are we simply a body. If that were the case, art would be meaningless, for it would not have the intrinsic ability to pull you outside of yourself, beyond yourself. The most profound painting would be no more than the components of which it is comprised. Art exists because it can mediate the tension between the concrete and the abstract. This was the entire purpose of the inverse perspective of Christian iconography- it concretely depicted the scene, but its perspective invited you in, beckoned you to become a part of it, to find your place in the story.

Clearly art and theology can exist together and have much to say to each other. But how does this work itself out practically? No doubt everyone approaches theology and art differently, so I can only speak from my own experience. About 2 years ago I created a video called ‘The Word,’ which was kinetic typography piece. It was in essence a recitation of the prologue of John’s gospel, which is itself theologically rich. Since the entirety of the video- from its movement to its meaning- was designed around not simply the words but the words in relation to each other, I spent a good deal of time pondering ways to visually represent the scriptural text.

There is one line from the first verse which says ‘And the Word was with God.’ In the video I have the text ‘Word’ spin around on its axis to face the text ‘God.’ This wasn’t arbitrary, but was a theological representation. In the Greek of this text is the word ‘pros’, which in English is usually generically translated as ‘with.’ However, ‘with’ doesn’t really capture the essence of what is going on here. ‘Pros’ speaks of face-to-face communion, denoting a relational opposition (in the sense that if we are talking, you are spatially and relationally opposite to me) between two subjects. Thus, in the video I have the ‘Word’ face ‘God’ to describe what is going on here. It is subtle, and I don’t linger there, but it reinforces, from the beginning, the relation of the Word to God.

In the next phrase- ‘and the Word was God,’ I do something different, because in the text there is a theological difference. In the phrase about the Word being ‘with God,’ God (theon) is used objectively, thus creating the relational opposition (pros) to the Word. However, in this phrase ‘God’ (theo) is in the predicate and is used adjectively; that is, to describe the Word. Thus, in the video I had the text ‘Word’ slide to become the text ‘God.’

One more example: I recently created an art piece entitled Deus Caritas Est. In this case, the title was the way in which I was trying to get theology and art to speak to each other. Deus caritas est is Latin for ‘God is love.’ ‘Caritas’ is the etymological ancestor of the English word ‘charity,’ although it generally gets rendered as ‘love.’ Why is this? For English speakers, ‘charity’ has been emptied of its fullness, and usually has the connotation of giving money or items to someone in need, often with pity as the motivation. Thus, the inverse expression ‘I don’t need your charity.’ However, the Latin caritas describes a love that it motivated by self-giving and altruism, not simply pity. (It is also the equivalent of the Greek agape) In this piece I wanted to do two things- express the concreteness of God’s love for humanity, and allow that to redefine what love is understood to mean.

In our society, the height of ‘love’ is often understood to be ‘romantic love.’ And this is often debased even more to mean merely the feeling of ‘being in love.’ This kind of thought is almost entirely absent from the scriptural use of the word ‘love,’ yet that is probably the kind of image that is conjured when we hear that ‘God is love’ or ‘Jesus loves you.’ With that in mind I wanted this art piece to be subversive. I intentionally made it unmistakably about the crucified Christ, and said nothing more than ‘Deus Caritas Est.’ This is of course alluding to the biblical passage that says that ‘God demonstrated his own love (caritas) for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.’ However, it also harkens back to the familiar John 3:16: ‘God so loved (caritas) the world…’

Love is ultimately charity- the giving of oneself to another and for another not because of what one can receive, but merely because it is in the nature of love, in the nature of charity to give itself away. In this way, I wanted to subvert both the popular conception of love and the popular conception of charity, so that they both find their expression in the love of God expressed in the sacrificial death of Jesus. Theology and art join hands to speak to each other and to help each other find their voice. As I was making this, I had a few concepts in mind, but it wasn’t until it was near completion that I decided to title it ‘Deus Caritas Est.’ The depiction is of Jesus as crucified, my meditation on it led me to that theological conclusion, and that theological conclusion in turn led to finalization of the artwork.

Those are only a couple examples of how art and theology have helped me in my artistic endeavors. None of this is to say that you have to read Greek and Latin (I am an absolute novice in both) to engage in theology. Rather, it is a posture, a way of approaching both art and theology, understanding that both have something to say to each other. Neither is it to say that art is only valuable if it is explicitly theological or has a ‘spiritual’ meaning. Far from it. Instead, the goal of the Christian project is to fully integrate faith and love for God into every aspect of one’s life, so that everything savors of it, even if everything is not explicitly about it.

The final portion of this is practical- what ways can we make better starts at integrating art and theology together? I have a few suggestions that might be helpful:

1. Familiarize yourself with some basic theology. There are many ways to go about this, and the internet has a lot of valuable information, if you know how to sift through it and be discriminating. Sometimes, a good book is the best route. If you have the money, Christian Theology: An Introduction by Alister McGrath is excellent. Learning Theology with the Church Fathers by Christopher A. Hall is another great introduction, with the added bonus of placing it within historical context.

2. Study some iconography. Theology and art have been intentionally integrated for centuries, and there is probably no greater instructor than the icon. Within a single scene artists were able to capture not only a literal or concrete idea, but to allow it transcend itself. The colors, the use of space, expressions- all had a theological meaning that the art was pointing to. If you want to see a few examples of how iconography can be brought to bear both theologically, artistically and pastorally, you can find them on my blog here.

3. Embrace the past. One of the great advantages that modern artists have, especially those within an explicitly religious setting, is that there is an immense volume of art that has been created over Christianity’s vast history, with most of the biblical and theological themes represented within its repertoire. This repository of creativity is waiting to be used as springboards to new creations. The study of the works of the past are not meant to be slavish; rather, they can help you to think in ways that you might not otherwise think. One of the running jokes within the church design world is how church’s tend to use visual cliches- ‘just slap a cross on it and it’s good’. Cliches occur when a powerful or meaningful symbol becomes just a symbol that you use because it has been used- you stop thinking about what it means and use it simply because it has always been used. Critical thinking stops and creativity goes on autopilot. Symbols and imagery that are cliched have not lost their power or meaning, but are merely waiting to be approached critically and expressed with freshness and intentionality.

As we in the Western world move into an increasingly post-christian world, engagement with the culture will mean a new level of engagement with our faith. All of our art needs to not just be for the Christian niche, but must flow out of a faith that is wholly integrated into the rest of our lives. The artist of the 21st century who wishes to live out his or her faith in the world as well as express it in an increasingly hostile society cannot presume to interact with a culture that shares similar presuppositions. We must strive to be believers and artists in whom faith is seeking understanding, and in whom both are seeking expression in every aspect of who we are. Art is not the silver bullet to evangelization, but it is yet another means by which the gospel can work as leaven in the world.

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The preceding is a post I wrote for a friend’s blog awhile back, and I can’t remember if I posted it here or not. I stumbled across it today and felt like putting it up for the heck of it!


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Apr 12

General Board of Silly Walks, Part Deux

For those within United Methodism (or even on the periphery) THAT time of year has come. Slightly more exciting than the extra day bestowed upon us every leap year is the Olympics of UMC-dom: General Conference.

I know, it’s the awkward moment when you missed out on getting tickets to an event unrivaled in suspense, action and scope. But never fear, it’ll happen again in 2016.

Anyway, I generally try to maintain a safe distance from these types of things, as anything that even potentially involves Robert’s Rules of Order has the high likelihood of rendering me comatose. The world could be caught in the event horizon of a passing black hole, and no doubt some delegate would move to pass rules that any resolution should avoid language that could be construed as non-inclusive of black holes, quasars, strings, quantum fields or any other cosmological phenomenon. Even in the multiverse (which no doubt will be assigned a paragraph in the Discipline) there would more than likely be no deviation, even granting infinite possibilities.

However, this year promises to raise the bar of fervency to near cooling-ember levels as restructuring is on the docket.

One might be forgiven for expecting the typical hot-button issues that splatter themselves across every news outlet, twitter feed and blog. One might also be absolved for anticipating wider-ranging topics to seat themselves smack dab in the middle, performing the role of the slightly eccentric, annoying yet positively entertaining weird uncle.

Not so here. In United Methodism nothing stokes the fires of ardor more rapaciously than restructuring. When logistics, structure and procedures are at stake, people take action. It starts with about 2 to 3 hours of deciding rules. It’s so absorbing that they even live stream this stuff over the internets. How could that not be amazing! Continue reading →


9
Apr 12

Pray Like You Mean It

When I was 19 I had just started learning guitar and was trying my hand at writing some songs. I wasn’t that good at either the guitar or songwriting, (which is probably still the case…) since most of my instrumentation was limited to a few chords and my writing to vague and purposeless lines that had no cohesion whatsoever.

I had been trying to make a habit of praying more, but most of the time I allotted for that occurred right before I went to bed, which meant that more often than not I prayed myself to sleep.

Granted, there are probably far worse ways to fall asleep.

When you are a teenager being taught about prayer, you are often encouraged to approach prayer as if you are talking to a friend. Well, as I thought about my prayer-induced slumber within that framework, I realized that my prayers must be so dull that I was boring myself to sleep. And even though I know that God is not like us (thankfully) and doesn’t get bored, I was still somewhat disgusted with myself.

After all, I was thinking of this as a conversation with God. But if someone fell asleep while we were having a conversation- especially every time we talked- I would probably assume that they either didn’t care that much about me or were so wearied being around me that my very presence was like Benadryl. Continue reading →


8
Apr 12

Likewise

Words.

They can aspire to the loftiest heights or wallow in the dingiest gutters. The loveliest sentiment may flow readily from the lips, followed in step by a vile and blackened curse.

Gods are panegyricized, philosophical subtleties uncovered and utter nonsense made sacrosanct under their charge, as both the garrulous sage and the loquacious fool share in the spoils.

Despite all their inadequacy, words nevertheless matter, forming and expanding the boundaries of thought while circumscribing the expression of the idea itself, which makes communication possible, deficient though it may be.

In the mid fourth century AD St. Hilary of Poitiers took to the pen in order to give an account concerning the eastern understanding of the nature of the Son.

Some 25 years earlier the Council of Nicea had met to definitely settle the matter of the relation of the nature of the Son to the nature of the Father. From the Council’s deliberation emerged the Nicene Creed which predicated of the Son that he was homoousious with the Father. Homoousios as understood by Nicea refers to the Son as being of the same substance or essence as the Father. Continue reading →


7
Apr 12

Anastasis

Something strange is happening- there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.

He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrows the captives Adam and Eve, he who is both God and the son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him, Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: My Lord be with you all. Christ answered him: And with your spirit. He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: Awake O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.

I am you God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and your descendants I now by my own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held prisoner in hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the life of the dead. Rise up, work of my hands, you who were created in my image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in me and I am in you; together we form only one person and we cannot be separated.

For your sake, I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the leaders of the Jews in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden.

See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore you to the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs on your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree.

I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you.

Rise, Let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly paradise. I will not restore you to that paradise, but I will enthrone you in heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by my cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open.

The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity.

- Epiphanius of Salamis


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Mar 12

Lent, Life, and Learning to Love God

The following is a guest post by my wife Megan.

This year, I approached the Lenten season very differently than I have in the past. For the last 6 months my husband has been in and out of the hospital from intense chemotherapy and the day-to-day grind and “restrictions list” we have had to cope with seems like a grueling mile long survival guide.

When Ash Wednesday finally came about it was the day after his latest hospital stay and I was exhausted. As I contemplated Lent, all I wanted was a little comfort rather than accepting something else I would have to give up. You see, we have been living the “giving it all up” part a lot lately.

Over the course of this last year, we have lost a lot – a sort of dying – to the comforts and reassurances and general “things are going OK” feeling that life can sometimes have. I personally have had to face the reality that at the end of all of this it could mean losing everything I hold dear, everything I would consider “my life”. So, I have been forced to face the slow, reluctant, painful peeling off of each layer of life I thought I wanted and needed so very much and confront that raw and vulnerable place between just me and God. Continue reading →


22
Feb 12

Easter Came Down

I recently completed another freelance-ish Easter series entitled Easter Came Down. This is essentially a heavily stylized interpretation of the Anastasis icon, or Christ’s Descent into Hell. In this icon Christ is depicted, enveloped in glory, bursting into the realm of darkness and death and rescuing the entombed Adam and Eve to bring them to their eternal home. Continue reading →


8
Feb 12

Lament of Faith

One of the spiritual practices that I have been engaging in over the last few months has been to utilize the Liturgy of the Hours. While I have had a passing a familiarity with this over the last few years of my life, my present health circumstances have lent a new impetus to the practice.

Much of my medication over the last few months has made it extremely difficult to concentrate and focus, which has made it challenging to read for any length of time, which has had deleterious effects on my ability to really engage the scriptures as much as I would want.

All that being said, I came across a podcast that recites the Liturgy of the Hours every day which has been an incredible blessing, since it has given me the chance to have some measure of exposure to the scriptures on a daily basis, probably even more so than I would in a normal state of life. Continue reading →