Nick N.

as it can survive in the experience, understanding, and language of every human as it is—visible to those who see—still in the made world beautiful as it partly may be restored by good sense, lovingkindness, and good will, by inspiration, by beautiful work. -Wendell Berry- 2/2

God's Truth as God knows it as it can be told in a human tongue as it can survive translation from one tongue to another as it can survive interpretation by scholars as it can survive the teachings of teachers 1/2

Jesus Christ is more than our entry point into Christianity. He is the substance, the object, the centre, and the fulfilment—he is the ultimate end towards which all of reality points. He is the heartbeat of Christianity. He is our all. -Chance Faulkner-

Meditating on Christ is the water that dryness drowns in, the fire that enflames cold hearts. -Chance Faulkner-

Do yourself a favor (especially if you’ve been hurt by others), and give this a listen. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tim…

He who surrenders himself without reservation to the temporal claims of a nation, or a party, or a class is rendering to Caesar that which, of all things, most emphatically belongs to God: himself. -C.S. Lewis-

PLEASE give this a listen. It is needed in our climate. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/thi…

Only two chapters in and can’t stop tearing up seeing my own sentiments (of the idea of place) put into words — the very thing that happens with each Port William book I read. (And I’ve read them all— many of them a few times.)

a certain kind that he had to become, and certain things that he had to do. Andy and his children have been similarly limited and prompted by this story. -Wendell Berry, Marce Catlett: The Force of a Story

but as he has imagined it he has passed it on to his children, for the story has been, as it is still, a force and a light in their place. Because of the story, there were some kinds of a man that Wheeler could not be, 2/3

So in their memories the way went: a passage through the dark, undertaken familiarly by men of their kind in their time. So Marce remembered it to Wheeler, who told it to Andy, who in a world radically changed needed a long time and great care to imagine what he heard, 1/3

Do yourself a favor, and give this a listen: podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tim…

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night — We talked between the Rooms - Until the Moss had reached our lips - And covered up  - Our names - -Emily Dickinson- 2/2

I died for Beauty - but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room - He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied - "And I - for Truth - Themself are One - We Brethren are",  He said - 1/2

@WVPitt The Unsettling of America, and all of Port William agree with you.

My most left-coded belief (which is actually conservative, but life's a circle) is that factory farming should be illegal and that it actually violates the dominion mandate to steward the earth well.

It is time for my semi-regular posting of this sermon. I have listened to it twice in the past two days and have benefited greatly both times. Please give it a listen. tinysa.com/sermon/1021181…

Having, and defending, and celebrating, instead of receiving, submitting to, and praying, the Bible masks an enormous amount of non-reading. -Eugene Peterson-

@RaeWhitlock @reachjulieroys @PastorMark @TPUSA @MikeCosper

@reachjulieroys @PastorMark @TPUSA @MikeCosper "...appealing to a new generation of young conservatives who know little of Driscoll’s toxic past" They would love that part, though.

A decade after his fall from Mars Hill, @PastorMark Driscoll is reinventing himself as a MAGA figure tied to Turning Point USA (@TPUSA). @MikeCosper joins me to expose how Driscoll’s controlling, self-promoting ways are back—now on a natl political stage. julieroys.com/podcast/confro…

Man am I grown, a man's work must I do. Follow the deer? follow the Christ, the King, Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King– Else, wherefore born? -Tennyson-

but this has been a day of grace in the dead of winter, the hard cold knuckle of the year, a day that unwrapped itself like an unexpected gift, and the stars turn on, order themselves into the winter night. 6/6

The baby goes to his cars, drives them along the sofa's ridges and hills. Leaning by the counter, we steal a long slow kiss, tasting of coffee and cream. The chicken's diminished to skin & skeleton, the moon to a comma, a sliver of white, 5/6

Think on this, and be thankful: Ordinary Life, by Barbara Crooker This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school remembering their books, lunches, gloves. All morning, the baby and I built block stacks in the squares of light on the floor. 1/6