On radiance despite our shame
Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5
Shame is inevitable. We are people of unclean lips, and we live amidst a people of unclean lips. We are foolish, impulsive, make errors, misjudge, sin.
And radiance despite our sins, failures and shortcomings?
From looking to Him, to his acceptance. From dancing closely with Him.
From hearing him sing over us the Father’s Song.
I have heard so many songs
Listened to a thousand tongues
But there is one
That sounds above them all
The Father’s song
The Father’s love
You sung it over me and for eternity
It’s written on my heart
CHORUS:
Heaven’s perfect melody
The Creator’s symphony
You are singing over me
The Father’s song
Heaven’s perfect mystery
The king of love has sent for me
And now you’re singing over me
The Father’s song.
The Father’s song
The Father’s love
You sung it over me and for eternity
It’s written on my heart
Matt Redman
In which I read at the Anchor Pub
Good description of Christian creativity. Rabindranath Tagore. Geetanjali
“Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.”
Rabindranath Tagore.
Philip Pullman, On being found by your Muse
Philip Pullman, On being found by your Muse
Philip Pullman, “If you want your muse to find you, make sure you’re at your desk.”
The 0ne who Comes to Steal, Kill and Destroy vs. the One who Gives Life.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”
Les Vacances de Monsier Hulot by Jacques Tati.
Our family watched this on Wednesday evening. Irene, 11, who watched it with a big grin, and the frequent observation “It’s just like Charlie Chaplin.” The rest of us were less enamoured.
Zoe and Roy were irritated and bored, and kept saying, “Let’s turn it off,” “Let’s not throw away good time after bad.” Zoe–“It’s not improving my French.”
I was intensely irritated at first, not having read Bosley Crowther’s review, “There is really no story to the picture.”
It was slapstick, the point being to empathize with the inevitable misadventures of a well-meaning, courteous, accident-prone gent. The characters were all stereotypes, which added to the merriment.
I couldn’t help laughing at the snooty proprietors and waiters. It reminded me why I hate to stay in family-owned pensiones. And the hearty English woman.
It took me a while to get into the slapstick humour, though by the movie’s end, I was laughing as heartily as Irene, while Roy and Zoe were still tolerating it
Geraldine McCaughrean on Retellings
I also do lots of retellings… because what’s the point in keep inventing new stories when there are terrific ones already out there which people have been enjoying for centuries but which are getting forgotten? Myths, legends, folk and fairy stories, famous books (made easier) |
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