“For Plato, the realm of the Forms would not have been material, tangible, or dense with molecules. Rather, Plato was thinking of an upscale Euclidville.”
The Light Behind the Sun, p. 26
“For Plato, the realm of the Forms would not have been material, tangible, or dense with molecules. Rather, Plato was thinking of an upscale Euclidville.”
The Light Behind the Sun, p. 26
“What is someone to do, if they find their identity in beauty, in a world where beauty fades?”
The Light From Behind the Sun, p. 21
“Most of them [chapters] were written for the blog Blog and Mablog. Special thanks should go to the owner of that blog, a fellow who has always treated me like a true gentleman.”
The Light From Behind the Sun, p. 2
“Reformation and revival will not happen to the background noise of polite golf applause.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 150
“Too many times believers assume that if one’s good, then two’s better, and over the centuries the worship of God gets progressively encrusted with the barnacles of devotion.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 141
“Decadent cultures are sensate cultures, and they want distractions. They want to be impressed with things like the halftime at the Super Bowl—which for a thoughtful person resembles something from Dante’s third circle.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 139
“He who preaches to the inner life of others must himself have had an inner life.”
Phillips Brooks, The Joy of Preaching, p. 196
“There have been churches where the organist thinks that God will be most honored if he, the organist, shows up with pink slippers with tassels on them. There is a toney, nose-in-the-air, tall steeple, moneyed attitude that is, as far as the Holy Spirit is concerned, just another thing that the cat drug in.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 138
“Christian worship ought to be familial and reverent, which is quite a different thing than the very common ‘come as you are’ approach, the come to church in your jammies approach . . . The triune God really ought to be worshiped with more than one or two chords.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, pp. 137-138
“Our lives are a mist, a vapor, a bit of cloud in the mountains.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, p. 135