Faith and Sight

I believe! Help my unbelief…

Gallio’s Scorn

I first started this blog over fifteen and a half years ago, and I’m not sure what I had in mind. Though I have kept it, I can honestly say that I’m still not sure what exactly I have in mind. And why did I keep it, even though I didn’t post for almost 11 years? A little baffling. Nevertheless! I am glad I did. Perhaps I like the breadcrumb trail nature of it. The mystery of me, who like many people, is often confused by my own self.

Here is a repost of the very first entry I made. It’s a poem by John Henry Newman.

Faith Against Sight

The world has cycles in its course, when all
That once has been, is acted o’er again:-
Not by some fated law, which need appal
Our faith, or binds our deeds as with a chain;
But by men’s separate sins, which, blended still,
The same bad round fulfill.

Then fear ye not, though Gallio’s scorn you see,
And soft-clad nobles count you mad, true hearts!
These are the fig-tree’s signs; – rough deeds must be,
Trials and crimes; so learn ye well your parts.
Once more to plough the earth it is decreed,
And scatter wide the seed.

– John Henry Newman


When I sat down to write this today, I really couldn’t remember much about why I chose this as my entry point, or where I got this poem of his, or why I thought it was important to post. But I did a little digging and behold! I must have come across it while choosing the name of this site. Mundane reason, but such a great poem. I’m glad I searched it up and fixed it here, so the attribution is clear.

It is true – rough deeds must be. And so here is another entreaty to myself and anyone else who cares to consider it: learn ye well your parts, plough the earth, and scatter wide the seed.

God is Good, and he is at work. He is Jehovah, the one who comes to us, tells us his name, and always finishes the work he has begun in us. What a gift.

Messiah Still, and All Alone

O Praise the Name of the Lord Our God


I cast my mind to Calvary
Where Jesus bled and died for me
I see His wounds, His hands, His feet
My Saviour on that cursed tree


His body bound and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph’s tomb
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone

[Chorus]
O praise the Name of the Lord, our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
O Lord, O Lord, our God!


Then on the third at break of dawn
The Son of heaven rose again
O trampled death, where is your sting?
The angels roar for Christ the King

He shall return in robes of white
The blazing sun shall pierce the night
And I will rise among the saints
My gaze transfixed on Jesus’ face

Secretariat

Secretariat

There is no two ways about it, this horse is inspiring. You should hear the story if you haven’t. There’s a movie you can watch, pictured above, especially the final scene at the Belmont Stakes, when Secretariat wins by 31 lengths (authentic photo courtesy of Secretariat.com). So great!

Let Me Take of Thee

Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till life’s storm is past;
Safe into the haven guide; Receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; wash and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart, for all eternity.

by Charles Wesley
sung below with a contemporary arrangement by Indelible Grace.

Holy, Holy, Holy

Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.
Holy, holy is he.
Sing a new song to him who sits on
Heaven’s mercy seat.

Fall before the throne of glory,
Gaze upon the crystal sea.
Join the myriad saints and angels
Sing through all eternity.

Clothed in power, might, and splendor
The Bridegroom calls us to the feast
Of holy manna, and living water,
Our consummation now complete.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,
Who was and is and is to come.
With all creation I sing,
Praise to the King of Kings!
You are my everything, and I will adore you.

Revelation Song, by Jennie Lee Riddle
Verse 2 & 3 by Paul van der Bijl

Revelation Song, score

All Mortal Flesh

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth
Our full homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its wings on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six winged seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!

Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!

Listen to Red Mountain Church sing it.

Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus

A scene from ‘The Nativity Story,’ a movie circa 2006.

He came once. He is coming again. No debt is too great, no shame to deep, no fear so gripping that he cannot wash it away and build you new again. Ask him about it if you, like me, cannot grasp it. He doesn’t mind proving himself if you’re not being gamey, but are in earnest. Don’t be worried if he doesn’t make it perfectly clear right away. He keeps his own schedule for reasons that are beyond us, but he will come to you, if you ask him.

Immanuel. God with us.

Peace on Earth

God is not dead, nor doth he sleep…”

Rene Girard

It’s pretty rare that you find a new way of thinking that changes your entire perspective on life. I bet this type of thing only happens a few times, at most, to the average person.

Well, ladies and gents: Rene Girard is it. He will rock your world. He’s smart, savvy, and academically well regarded. He is best known, I believe, for his theories of mimetic violence and the function of a scapegoat in society. He is an anthropologist. He is my intellectual hero.

I confess: I started reading him when my twins were 2 years old. I really needed some insight on the mimetic violence in my sweet children. Sibling rivalry is nothing new, but with them being twins, it was all the worse. Icing on the cake is that they are both bright, stubborn, outspoken children, and so I was desperate for a fix. She wants what he wants, which is what she wants, which makes him want it even more… round and round we go… and all of a sudden: kabloom! We’ve got a double meltdown of epic coveting on our hands, usually over some random object that neither of them really cared much about. What is the mechanism behind this insanity, I wondered? And, not very far behind that thought was the inevitable wish… can I control it?

Simultaneously I stumbled upon Rene Girard at this guy’s blog, and it peaked my interest. (Note to the reader: this link is not an endorsement. Some of his ideas are dangerous. I wish I were kidding. Don’t worry about my hurting his feelings, trust me he doesn’t care. He probably likes being called dangerous, thinking it has a certain panache. But to give credit where credit is due, his brain is – figuratively, of course – the size of a prize-winning watermelon.)

But anyhoo, I love a good recommendation, and so I ordered this book. Then I ordered this book. I secretly like the second book because it makes Freud look like a simpleton. But I couldn’t get enough. More Rene Girard! Must have more. He was making sense of my world. I will tell you more in future posts. But most importantly: he made Jesus make more sense to me. And that is priceless.

If you’re looking for a more complete introduction, my good friend is a fan of the Rene Girard Reader. If you like to get a sampling, that’s the book for you. But if you just want to dive straight in, grab my favorite: I See Satan Fall Like Lightning. It will tell you lots of fascinating things about the mechanisms of violence and maybe teach you a little bit about the allure of false peace.

Fear

Bad news, kids. I was wrong. This verse is referring to being afraid of God, not Satan. And to that I say: why does God have to sound so menacing sometimes? It’s not palpable for newcomers. Or me, for that matter. I know I sound flippant, but still. HELL and DESTROY seem so… final. Not post-modern hip at all.

I should have known better. Jesus would never have told people to be afraid of Satan, not after I’ve thought about it some. I think Jesus was mostly annoyed by Satan, and concerned about us, not him. I should take note.

Thanksgiving, revisited

It seems that everything has to be revisited lately. Because here’s what I just thought: what if you’re one of the 99 that got left in the “open country” while he was off searching for the one that’s lost? That would be pretty scary.

Just sayin’.

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